Hollywood, sweetie, we need to talk. Because lately, every time I settle down for a nice evening at the cinema – or, more likely these days, squint at my television screen – I’m left wondering what in the good Lord’s name has happened to actual movies. It seems like every “masterpiece” is either a superhero extravaganza with more explosions than plot, a grimdark reboot of something that was perfectly fine to begin with, or a “cinematic universe” installment that requires me to watch 17 other films and 3 spin-off series just to understand what’s going on. Honestly, it’s exhausting, and frankly, I’m starting to think they’ve forgotten how to tell a good story.
Let’s get this out of the way: the sheer, relentless, mind-numbing dominance of superhero movies. Now, I appreciate a good hero as much as the next person, but does every single film have to involve spandex, CGI beams shooting into the sky, and an existential threat to the entire planet? It’s repetitive, it’s formulaic, and it’s become so utterly saturated that I can barely tell the difference between one caped crusader and the next. They all have the same brooding backstory, the same city-leveling climax, and the same thinly veiled promise of more sequels. It’s not storytelling; it’s an assembly line. This superhero fatigue is real, and it’s draining the life out of original cinema.
And the special effects! Oh, the dazzling, overwhelming, utterly distracting special effects. It’s as if filmmakers have forgotten that a compelling narrative and well-developed characters are far more impactful than a thousand pixelated explosions. Every scene is crammed with so much CGI that it looks like a video game cutscene. Where’s the artistry? The practical effects that made you believe what you were seeing, rather than just admiring the computer programmer’s skill? It’s a sensory overload that often leaves me feeling more fatigued than entertained. The reliance on excessive CGI in films has made movies less grounded and more fantastical in a way that often feels meaningless.
Then there’s the endless parade of reboots and remakes. Has Hollywood run out of ideas? Seriously. Do we really need another version of that film from 20 years ago, or that classic from 50 years ago? More often than not, these rehashes simply diminish the original, slapping on a new coat of paint (usually CGI) and calling it fresh. They strip away the charm, the nuance, and the very reasons why we loved the original in the first place, all in a desperate attempt to capitalize on existing intellectual property. It’s a creative bankruptcy, plain and simple. It’s not about making a great new film; it’s about selling tickets based on nostalgia. And frankly, my nostalgia isn’t for sale if you’re just going to desecrate my cherished memories. The constant stream of unnecessary film remakes is a testament to Hollywood’s risk aversion.
And the darker, grittier “takes” on beloved stories! Everything has to be “deconstructed,” “realistic,” and utterly devoid of any joy or whimsy. Remember when fairy tales had happy endings? Now, they’re all about trauma and psychological torment. It’s as if filmmakers are afraid to embrace anything that isn’t steeped in misery, believing that only darkness can be “serious” or “adult.” Sometimes, darling, a little light is needed. A little hope. Not every story needs to be a meditation on the bleakness of the human condition. The trend of grimdark reboots drains the fun out of classic narratives.
Let’s discuss the absolute glut of content on streaming platforms. While it’s lovely to have so many options at my fingertips, it feels like quantity has completely eclipsed quality. Every platform is desperate to produce “original content” to keep subscribers, leading to a deluge of mediocre films that would never have seen the light of day in a traditional theatrical release. They’re churned out quickly, often with less attention to detail, and then disappear into the digital ether, forgotten as quickly as they appeared. It’s a content farm, not a creative hub, and it devalues the very idea of a cinematic experience. The impact of streaming on film quality is undeniable, and often, not in a good way.
And the pacing! Good heavens, the pacing. Every scene is edited with the frenetic energy of a caffeinated squirrel. There’s no time to breathe, no time to let a moment sink in, no time for characters to simply exist on screen. It’s a constant barrage of quick cuts, jump scares, and rapid-fire dialogue, as if they’re terrified of losing the audience’s attention for even a second. It’s exhausting, and it often sacrifices emotional depth for superficial excitement. A good film allows for quiet moments, for contemplation, for the audience to connect with what’s happening. Modern films seem determined to prevent any such connection. This fast-paced film editing can be detrimental to storytelling.
Then there’s the issue of originality. Or, rather, the lack thereof. It feels like every successful film immediately spawns a dozen imitators, all chasing the same trend until it’s utterly beaten into the ground. Where are the bold, unique voices? The stories we haven’t seen a hundred times before? It’s a sad state of affairs when studios are more comfortable investing hundreds of millions in a guaranteed sequel than taking a chance on a truly original screenplay. This decline of original screenplays is Hollywood’s greatest sin.
And the casting! It’s either the same five actors recycled in every big-budget production, or a parade of “influencers” who can’t act their way out of a paper bag but have a massive social media following. Where are the nuanced performances? The actors who disappear into their roles rather than just playing themselves? It feels like star power and marketability have superseded actual talent.
The “cinematic universes” are another source of my constant eye-rolling. It’s no longer enough for a film to be a standalone story. Oh no, it must be part of a grander tapestry, with intricate lore, interconnected storylines, and endless setup for future installments. It’s less about the film you’re watching and more about the marketing for the films to come. It’s like reading a single chapter of a book and being told you need to buy the entire 12-volume encyclopedia to understand it. It’s greedy, it’s confusing, and it ultimately detracts from the individual film’s integrity. We’re experiencing severe franchise fatigue.
Perhaps I’m just old-fashioned, but I remember a time when movies were an event. When they transported you to another world, made you laugh, made you cry, or made you think. They weren’t just two-hour commercials for the next installment. They had beginnings, middles, and satisfying ends. They weren’t afraid to take risks, to explore complex themes, or to simply tell a human story without needing a giant robot or a multiverse portal.
So, the next time you’re contemplating watching one of these supposed “masterpieces,” take a moment. Ask yourself: Is this genuinely good filmmaking, or is it just spectacle and noise? Is it telling a compelling story, or just setting up the next corporate cash cow? My hope is that one day, Hollywood will remember the true magic of cinema, and once again prioritize art over algorithms, and storytelling over senseless explosions. Until then, you can find me re-watching a classic. Because honestly, darling, sometimes the old ways are simply better. The current state of modern cinema leaves much to be desired.
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