I don’t live in the world I grew up in. Not in any real way. It is a version of that world. It is a version that is draped in technologies that barely existed in my childhood. It is a world where the characters of my past–The Trump’s included–are caricatures of a past that seemed to make so much sense at the time. This is the central idea I wish I could find a way to capture in print.
There are some serious problems with taking everything from my past and watching it turned into a movie vision by people from that time. It is the realization of everything we all wanted. But where do we go from there? What I loved about the Iron Man movies is that they represented a modernized version of what was essentially a B character done up to represent the angst and ego of a generation. What I didn’t love is that they unleashed a new era where there isn’t the gestation period of twenty years plus to realize that dream on the big screen and for the idea of characters and the zeitgeist they represent to be fully matured before being unleashed to a hungry, idea-starved, public. We get everything now. We get it in a hyper-shortened and summarized and even homogenized version.
We get content without content, and I think that is where things are starting to go seriously wrong.