I'm knobby and stubborn, and quite unmovable when movies are remade, or are suddenly associated with some ill conceived sequel or prequel or whatever folks are calling them these days.
I literally turned my nose up at all of the newer episodes of Star Wars, and had a good rant when Colin Farrell's Total Recall insulted my eyes and intelligence (no offense Mr. Farrell, but damn!).
Recently, however, something amazing occurred. Something that rattled my beliefs and love of film. That something was George Miller's Mad Max: Fury Road. Holy shit! Like for real. Mr. Miller has shown me that remakes or reinterpretations/prequels/sequels can be an AWESOME thing! The new Mad Max doesn't take away from his earlier body of work, and instead enriches the world Miller created so long ago.
Perhaps I enjoyed the Mad Max movie because it wasn't bastardized by some up and coming hotshot director. Miller stayed true to the feelings of his world building, allowing crotchety film connoisors like myself to smile in reminiscent satisfaction.
That's why when I heard that Ridley Scott plans on making a sequel to Blade Runner, my level of trepidation was relatively low. Now don't get me wrong; Blade Runner is a fucking classic and any adulteration of its essence will result in a cult movie uprising of epic proportions. Yet, I feel somewhat comforted that Mr.Scott will be the one behind the film's sequel, and I'm hopeful that he will stay truthful not only to himself and the film's fans, but to Philip K. Dick's insane genius; the author of Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep in which Blade Runner is based.
So here's to remakes/sequels/prequels and whatever they're calling it these days. If they stay true to the body of work, and the original writers and directors are involved, then maybe, just maybe they'll pull a George Miller and make something beautiful.
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