What makes one a purist? Is it love or spite? Appreciation or obsession? For that matter, is it Calvin Klein's (whispered) "Obsession!"
If you're like me, a small part of you withers and dies everytime Hollywood does a remake. What small part of me is this? It is truly disconcerting that there is a genocidal domino-effect going on in my pscychological persona.
My stomach sunk when I heard they were turning "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas" into a feature-length film starring "way-too-obvious" Jim Carrey and directed by that no-talent ass clown, Ron Howard. But we always watch. WE ALWAYS WATCH! I mean-- I saw it... with clenched fists and gritted teeth-- I saw it all the same.
I was even mad when they did the Brady Bunch movies-- this coming from a guy that has no real emotional attachment to that show. They besmirched the good name of Scoobie-Doo and they're about to do the same to Garfield. But I think it proves that nothing is and, more depressing a thought, never again will be sacred.
Well, that was some random blathering if I've ever done any.
And I have.
Monday, September 06, 2004
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