I guess it's a generational thing.
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When I mentioned to a group of young friends that I was appalled the film industry remade Winnie-the-Pooh into a horror movie, I got shrugs.
Seriously? This is the generation that embraces safe spaces and has lately decided that the thumbs up symbol is offensive, but turning Pooh and his pals into bloodthirsty forest terrors is okey-dokey?
Maybe it's a shame-on-me situation because Mr. and I have complained about the endless series of remakes. "Doesn't anyone in Hollywood have an original thought?' we decried.
I must admit, this falls under the heading of "be careful what you ask for." Certainly, Pooh-turned-savage is an original – albeit abhorrent – concept.
So much for modern cinema.
For some time I've had a free movie pass, but given the dearth of options, it remains unused. My kingdom for a witty, brilliant film that isn't centered around super heroes, blow-everything-up rogue cops or interplanetary shenanigans.
It seems that rom-coms (watered down as they are) have been relegated to the Hallmark Channel. The grand dames of the theatre have either retired or turn up on PBS playing dotty old women or wealthy socialites of yore. And suspenseful Hitchcock-like thrillers have been replaced by gory, graphic spectacles that leave nothing to the imagination.
I'd love to sit in a theatre, munch on popcorn and Raisinets and be absorbed into another world for two hours.
Ah, well.
We can save the cost of admission, I suppose, and continue to watch DVDs at home. We saw the original Henry Fonda version of 12 Angry Men the other night, and I was struck anew by what a marvel it was. So many classics out the there to be rediscovered.
Back when Hollywood was breaking ground.
Now, most of the time, it's just breaking wind.
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