I went to the cineplex to see a remake last night and got treated to trailers for a whole other bunch of remakes.
Hollywood is clearly repeating more than a cheap burrito.
There was a trailer for another Karate Kid, this time with Jackie Chan serving the chop socky and chop suey.
And one for the new Clash of the Titans, starring Liam Neeson and a passel of male breasts.
Also a trailer for Tron Legacy (a/k/a Tron 2), with Oscar winner Jeff Bridges reprising his original role 28 years later.
And a preview for Toy Story 3, which raids the toy box for one more attempt to cash in on the big ’90s franchise.
And in the lobby was a poster that announced Carrie 2, excitingly enough!
Alas, it’s not a sequel to the horror film in which the telekinetic outcast is drenched with blood at the prom.
It’s for Sex and the City 2, the romp-com about women who don’t menstruate much anymore.
Neither does Hollywood. It’s menopausal and repetitious.
Make it stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!