Blooger Marshall Fine of the not-all-egocentrically named Hollywood and Fine launched a fairly vitriolic attack on just about every aspect of fan culture via this entry on Huffington Post. I’m sure that this is a cry (more like a low, keening wail) for attention, but damn.
Once upon a time, comic-book conventions — like Star Trek conventions — were the Land of the Dweebs, the home of the socially maladjusted and a surefire punchline for comedians.
These are, after all, comic-book movies (or sci-fi, horror or fantasy films that reach the same audience). Their audience is young and undiscriminating (in the sense that they still believe The Dark Knight was the shizzit) — and they somehow have taken over the thinking of the people who control the purse strings in Hollywood.
A steady diet of comic-book and zombie and other fantasy movies is like a steady diet of Big Macs for the mind and soul. Unfortunately, no one will ever make the Super-Size Me revealing the brain-deadening effects that overconsumption of these films is having.
Does this guy have some issues or what? It reads like the screed of someone that was regularly beaten and had their lunch-money taken by the middle school comic book club. There is stuff there that doesn’t come off as attempting to protect the artistic integrity of movies; it’s just hateful.
What do you think, friends? Are you responsible for the ruin of the film industry, the decline of Western civilization, the oil spill, hurricanes, war, and the cause of whatever issues Fine is combating?