I would like to never again have the following experience:
"Wow, this movie/book/television show has only just begun, but the story speaks to me on an intensely deep level, and I'm pretty sure it will fundamentally change the way I view the world and/or all other fiction I come in contact with from here on out. Oh, wait, it's now half over, and it has become clear to me that the writer/director/producer thinks 'white' and 'male' are the default attributes of humanity. In the universe in which this story exists, women are either mothers, widows, temptresses, or prizes, men of colour are lower-class and of low moral fiber, and women of colour simply do not exist."
Dammit,
Interstate 60... There are so many reasons you should have been one of my favourite movies, and one gigantic reason why you never will be.
Off to watch Dollhouse, where the women are mindless, interchangeable, nubile young slaves, but at least that's the point.
ETA: God bless you, Alan Tudyk. God bless you real good.
(Also, WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELLLLLLLLL?!)