So they’re talking about making a live-action Transformers movie. Nerdy fan-boys, commence pants-wetting.
I’m going to run the risk of pissing off some of my readership by saying: the treasured cartoons of your childhood? They’re shit. Crapulous drivel, devoid of redeeming value. Even as “camp” they suck. Transformers? Voltron? GI-Joe? Ninja Turtles? All crap. And your preciously geeky action figure collection? Grow up.
I don’t just say this because I had no TV growing up, and my dad forbade me to watch Transformers at friend’s houses because it was “demonic”. If those shows were on today I’d ban them in my household on purely esthetic grounds, just as I would their modern equivalents. The fact that children are able to watch such programming without being distracted by nearby potted plants astounds me. Granted, I used to watch disney’s wretched after-school offerings when I stayed at my grandparent’s house, but in my defense, there wasn’t much to do. I’m still ashamed I wasted those hours though.
I’m continually amazed at the ability of the entertainment industry to capitalize on nostalgia for programming best forgotten. I guess it’s true what they say about the twixters, a generation in their twenties or older who refuse to move on from their childhood. And I’m not talking about hanging on to the wonder and innocence of childhood, but rather clinging to the stultifying banality of pre-packaged fads and inane entertainment and of having nothing more pressing to argue about then whether Superman can beat up Spider-man.
Growing up doesn’t mean giving up your imagination. It means re-engaging it to tackle it’s greatest challenge: re-imagining the world. Maybe if my generation weren’t safely wrapped up in the corporate-sponsored dreamlands of their youth, they’d be more effective at changing that world.