I like movies, you probably like movies, but neither of us goes to every movie that comes out. Because we don’t have to. Not every movie is for me. So, complaining about the movies that I won’t watch anyway would be an exercise in self-indulgent futility, right?
This blog (could no one come up with a better name than something that sounds like the onomatopoetic sound of a chunky burp?) essentially exists for me to work through personal embarrassment and insecurities. The title invokes my desire to give an uncomfortable level honesty whilst filtering that through my bizarre ideas. One of those insecurities is the things that I like.
I like comic books and, ostensibly, comic book movies. I did not grow up with religion, but I did grow up with comic books and this new age of movies geared perfectly to my prolonged adolescence, it’s like going to church. When people complain about the glut of comic book movies, it’s like complaining there are too many gay marriages, we have been waiting so long for this epoch to happen, let us have our moment.
Why complain about what type of movies are coming out? You go see it or you don’t? They’re not taking away the movies you like to make these other movies. “God, I am so tired of all these Renaissance Dramas!” That’s how dumb it sounds when people complain about superhero movies. “I wish they’d stop making all these insufferable romantic comedies! All they do is kiss and make lame jokes.” So what? Nobody is forcing me to watch them Clockwork Orange-style.
I don’t enjoy the fact that everything I grew up watching and playing is being distorted, vivisected and displayed on meat hooks like Barnum and Bailey getting ahold of a hairless dog in the 1920’s. But no one is forcing me to spend money to see Battleship or Transformers. Complaining about remakes and reboots and superhero movies is about as fulfilling and progressive as fighting against marriage equality for gay people. You’re not going to win, you’re not going to even make a difference, Don Quixote.
My wish in complaining against complaining–which may be my own Quixotic adventure–is that people save their breath and get worked up about something they can make a difference about, like net neutrality or their racist parents. If you’re complaining about genres of movies, please, make sure you’re done fighting the ocean first.