I’m sick of Hollywood pandering to my generation. As a 28-year-old guy, I’ve already been bombarded with Gen-X nostalgia reeking of lazy creativity. It’s easy to remake the Transformers cartoon into a blockbuster film when imagination gets crushed by producers who just want box-office billions instead of smart film-making. Our culture needs more movies like Juno and less Iron Man; and while I enjoyed both films equally, it’s important for artistic talents to lend their pens to original scripts instead of recycling toys and cartoons from the 1990s.
One of my biggest fears is walking into a bar in 2030 and finding a bald headed, overweight and grey Nirvana cover band. Please let our generation die in peace.
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