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Hollywood Hate
Dear Tinseltown,
Wow, this is harder than I thought. Earlier today, when I saw you out with that new Scream trailer, I was furious. Then, confused, depressed, and finally, foolish. I should’ve expected it, should’ve seen it coming. It’s not like this is a new thing.
The past 20 years has just been a downward spiral, and it’s been hard to watch. That’s why I’ve been so distant. It was easier to just stop paying attention. I thought that if I just ignored the problem, it would work itself out. Turning my back on the problem and not intervening didn’t solve anything.
You’d think that would make this easy, but I remember how we used to be. From cable television in the early 1980s to those first theater-going experiences (Karate Kid, Return of the Jedi, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, etc.), you opened up whole new worlds to me. It was heady and exhilarating, sometimes so much that it scared me. I even took a job as a teenager just to be closer to you. We were practically inseparable.
I know the passion sort of faded, but I always tried to make time for date nights. Remember Dogma, and The Blair Witch Project, and all the Lord of the Rings movies. Well, the first three…
