If you haven’t noticed, I have a bit of an issue with my temper. When I get passionate about something, it becomes hard to control. Well, there’s other things, but that’s not what this column is about. For the record, I don’t hit people.
On to the column at hand. Yes, I’m back on the damn Ghostbusters thing. Well, it’s not the focus of the article, but it’s going to be mentioned. Look, there are things from our childhood that means something to us.
There’s that tree in the back yard, where you got your first kiss. You never forget your first car, mine was a 92 Skylark. You remember your first girlfriend or boyfriend. Those things are sacred to you.
For me, horror movies have played an amazing role in my life. They help me unlock my mind for school writing, and work projects. Unless I’m gaming, there’s usually a horror movie on in the background.
So, I get it. I get the anger of the “new” Ghostbusters, the “new” Craft, the “new” Interview with a Vampire. As a matter of fact, not only do I understand it, I’ve gone through that anger. The anger comes from a place of great betrayal, even if you have never met the director.
The betrayal comes from a perceived breaking of a special bond between you, and (in this case) that sacred movie of your life. Maybe, you love Ghostbusters, because that was your first date. Now, you feel like the “updated” version cheapens your memories. It’s like a slap in the face.
There are two times in my life, I can actually remember having righteous anger over things like this. The first thing was when the city of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina moved “The Pavilion” from the boardwalk, to Broadway at the Beach. That was where I spent countless summers, playing skee-ball, or riding rides.
The second was when I saw a remade version of Night of the Living Dead. For the record, it’s not bad, as far as remakes go. However, that movie is my life. If I watch that movie with you, it means that I am serious about you being in my life. This was the movie that started my passion with horror.
It’s tough to drink Great Value, when you’re used to Pepsi or Coke. However, when I see people, who were passionate about Ghostbusters, who loved that movie, get dismissed as “sexist,” just because they aren’t happy about a movie they loved being remade, it boils my blood. I know people who wanted to do bad things to the people who re-made “Roots,” because of what that movie meant to them.
You have a right to be angry. Flip the damn tables. Be pissed off. Be angry about the constant remakes, and “reboots.” However, don’t turn that anger into something destructive for the fandom. Don’t scoff at those who like the “new” movie. Welcome them.
However, it’s time, people. This is why EMZT does what we do. We have an anger towards the constant remakes, the reboots. There are independent artists out there, on Indiegogo, on Kickstarter. Give them some money, donate to them. Buy the merch from them. Buy their movies. Rent them on Amazon. Do what you can to support independent horror. Hell, do what you can to support independent movies.
Send a message to Hollywood. Stop playing it safe. Take a chance on something new.