I had high hopes that Hollywood’s recent fascination with the reboot would be a passing fad, kind of like the platform shoe, paisley and the leisure suit – so popular in the 1960s – the polyester clothing, nylon jogging suits and disco music attributed to the 1970s and – my personal favorite – the 1980s, and that decade’s strange obsession with legwarmers, jelly shoes, spandex and, of course, the mullet. Unfortunately (at least in my mind), it seems the reboot is here to stay.
And no, I never wore legwarmers, jelly shoes or spandex. Well, at least not jelly shoes or legwarmers.
Personally, I can think of a lot of things I’d rather see “rebooted” than the Spider Man franchise (didn’t Sam Raimi just do this a few years back?), “Red Dawn” and Harry Dean Stanton’s unforgettable, “Avenge me boys ... avenge me!” and – for the third (or is it fourth?) time, the Man of Steel himself, Superman.
And that’s just the tip of the iceberg, as I’m sure you’re all well aware. Hollywood these days – when it comes to the reboot – is like a drunk with the keys to the liquor store, neither can help but overindulge, even if they know, deep down, it’s fundamentally a bad idea. Then again, why I should be surprised by Hollywood’s lack of originality at this stage of the game is beyond me.