don't talk to me about a simple thing -- there is no such thing

I'm reading a book about this groupie (by the way, I could do with more books like this, even when the subject band is horrid and the writing is awkward -- as is the case here -- there's something magical about them). And in the book, the writer (a noted music critic, or so they say) calls "Dazed and Confused" an '80s film.

Come on. That is just stupid. If you don't know the movie enough to know when it came out, don't name check it. And if you must, at least do the 19 seconds of research it will take to date it. This got past a writer and at least one editor? This person gets a book published (and has made a living as a writer), and I can't get a job at all, like even as an overnight receptionist at a weekly entertainment listings magazine or a flunky at a loose-screw non-profit?

Clearly, I am crazy.