Ah, fair enough. You're right, he can control what he writes when he knows he might have a limited amount of time in which to tell a story. So there's no excuse there.
Seriously! Things would be so much better if they just let us take over. The funny thing is, I had basically this exact same conversation with my grandmother last night, complete with residual Alias anger and requests for personal consultation before making storytelling decisions. So it's not just us or our generation. It's everyone.
Actually, you'll appreciate this. This is the conversation my grandmother and I had:
GRANDMA: Have you figured out the Fringe finale? Because I'm more confused now than I was Friday night.
ME: No, and the more I think about the time paradox, the less it makes sense. Also, he fails at grand storytelling.
GRANDMA: He, who?
ME: The showrunner for Fringe. He's also the guy who did Lost, the new Star Trek, Alias--
GRANDMA: Oh. Him.
ME: You...watched Alias?
GRANDMA: Feh. For a while. Then it got terrible and I had to stop. I understand why, now.
It is like a car accident! Or, since I live in NYC and apparently AMTRAK, PATH, and LIRR trains are completely unable to stay on the fucking rails here, it's like watching a train crash. Which has more casualties anyway, so it's more appropriate for Abrams' trail of destruction.
Seriously! Things would be so much better if they just let us take over. The funny thing is, I had basically this exact same conversation with my grandmother last night, complete with residual Alias anger and requests for personal consultation before making storytelling decisions. So it's not just us or our generation. It's everyone.
Actually, you'll appreciate this. This is the conversation my grandmother and I had:
GRANDMA: Have you figured out the Fringe finale? Because I'm more confused now than I was Friday night.
ME: No, and the more I think about the time paradox, the less it makes sense. Also, he fails at grand storytelling.
GRANDMA: He, who?
ME: The showrunner for Fringe. He's also the guy who did Lost, the new Star Trek, Alias--
GRANDMA: Oh. Him.
ME: You...watched Alias?
GRANDMA: Feh. For a while. Then it got terrible and I had to stop. I understand why, now.
It is like a car accident! Or, since I live in NYC and apparently AMTRAK, PATH, and LIRR trains are completely unable to stay on the fucking rails here, it's like watching a train crash. Which has more casualties anyway, so it's more appropriate for Abrams' trail of destruction.
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