Dear Hollywood,
You could stand to learn something from the trash of days gone by, you know? There was a certain strange magic to the days of less-than-perfect special effects and cheesy storylines. Days when there were actual classes of movies, A, B, etcetera. Leave the highbrow to the A movies, let the B movies be ridiculous. And let the ridiculous movies stay ridiculous, not get bogged down in billions of computer-generated bugs and plants and things and unnecessary 3D and an attempt at serious acting.
Imagine a world where someone could go to see a movie about aliens or a runaway train or friends with loose morals and not have to expect anything more than camp and trash. A world where someone could just enjoy a movie without having to take it too seriously. And, mind you, there’s nothing wrong with serious films, I’m quite a fan honestly. But every so often I’d like to be able to see trash about a giant killer mutant (insert fearsome creature here) from outer space in theaters and really get the full experience, and the B monster movie is a dying art.
Sure, you’ve got the SyFy network cranking out gems like Mansquito and Sharktopus pretty regularly, but that’s only cable television. There’s thousands of people who don’t even get that channel, and besides it’s just not quite as fun when you aren’t surrounded by a few dozen other people having a good time laughing at the crap on the screen. There’s something visceral about B-movies, something that isn’t often found elsewhere anymore. (Why do you think people still do midnight Rocky Horror?) And I think we’re due for a proper resurgence.
So, Hollywood, jump on this. The ridiculous premises you’ve been popping out have been far too heavy-handed, and all of the fun is sucked out of them. Sometimes, we just want trashy fun, is that too much to ask?
–your fangirl heroine.
