Life: All Hail The Static GLow

I have come to the conclusion that Hollywood thinks that I'm an idiot. I've had my suspicions for a while now of course, never daring to challenge the status quo but Hollywood's absolute lack of luster of late has made me finally draw the line and say "What the hell?!"

I look at the blank faces around me all staring at the screen, none raise their objections or give a hint as to their suspicions that something isn't quite right. In what furnace was thy brain that one can simply accept the blatantly predictable nature of cinema. Those Hollywood bastards aren't even trying anymore. Is original thought truly dead that we've reverted to reboots, remakes, prequels, never-ending sequels, all with the old and tired formulaic plot.
E.g. Boy meets girl, boy and girl fall in love then boy screws up monumentally and spends the rest of the movie trying to get back in her good graces.  

Because it is Hollywood, Planet Hollywood, they do things differently there. Things like physics for a start. The type of physics where Batman's boomerangs can cut down 20 of Joker's boot-licking lackeys (with no sign of slowing down) and magically return (unsullied). As the owner of two returning boomerangs that have seen some use during my time in their native land I can unequivocally declare that Batman's boomerang is nothing but bulltwang. It doesn't work that way. 

Hollywood has the type of physics where laser pistols have recoil. This is troubling because if a device shoots light then why should it have recoil? "What the hell?!" Of course a device that shoots light would give one the idea that light would still travel at 300,000,000 meters per second...so how the hell do people continue to dodge it?

Where is that sense of excitement that I felt in my younger days? The sense of something new and wonderful. Films lured me in with the promise of boldly going where no man has gone before (split infinitives notwithstanding). I am tired of stereotypical villains and cardboard cutout heroes. Villains that want to destroy the world - while their still on it or heroes that can catch a plane in mid air yet somehow struggle to break down a door.

I want things to make sense again. I want my fiction to provide me with a means of, not only escaping from - but escaping to as well. I want to escape to a place of magic and wonder, of mystery and intrigue and I want to come back better for my time away. 

Let's waste no more time arguing over what good fiction should be and let's instead teach the young to put greater value on good fiction. Let's explore beyond the boundaries of what we know and venture boldly into the wide blue yonder. Throw away your maps. Ignore the signs that read Hic sunt Dracones. We have always known that there have been dragons. True fiction, proper fiction, tells us that dragons can be slain.

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