Must be my age. For the most part I can’t get into science fiction. I’m old-fashioned enough that I love to watch the development of a multi-faceted character or be surprised by believable twists and turns in a superior plot. So for me, most science fiction just doesn’t cut it. I find myself trying to believe in a universe with bizarre characters that seem to act pretty human. That in itself is unbelievable. And if that’s the case, why not make a movie with humans and focus on the story rather than try to dress it up to make it interesting? Do you need something outrageous in order to hold the audience’s attention? Maybe so. Maybe we’re back to the generational differences and what we were raised with.
I have no idea who the character in that photo is supposed to be or even if it possessed human-like characteristics; I’m just using it as an example. But if I went to a movie where this animal saved the world from destruction and rescued the leading lady, I’d come out of the theatre feeling like I’d wasted my money.
I haven’t seen “The Shape of Water” and I know it’s supposed to be a beautiful movie, but I will probably never see it because the idea of someone falling in love with an aquatic creature is ever so slightly incredible. If the idea is to tell a great love story about two misfits in the world, then I ask again, why can’t that be done with regular characters and a damn good plot?
I remember a boyfriend I had in college taking me to see the first “Star Wars.” I’ve never seen another one. Of course, we were on the verge of breaking up so anything he liked, I didn’t, but putting that aside, he thought the movie was the best thing to come out since sliced bread. I thought it was cowboys and Indians in space and totally unbelievable. You knew from the very beginning how the story would end and that nothing would be very surprising.
Having said all that, I loved ET. Go figure.
I never got into science fiction novels either. I had a cousin who once sent me a box of science fiction books and after slogging my way through a couple of them, I ended up tossing them out because I couldn’t force myself to finish them. I guess it boils down to personal preference and is just another illustration of how different we all are. Or maybe it’s that whole generational thing again. Who knows? For those of you who love the genre, I say, “Go for it.” I’ll stick with mystery and fiction.