An Open Letter to Steven Spielberg.

Steven:

Did I, or did I not, tell you to stop fucking making science fiction films? I seem to recall that I did, and not once or twice but repeatedly. I told you after A.I. (ugh), after Minority Report (bleck), after War of the Worlds (hork).

I told you to knock it the hell off.

But did you listen? Huh? Did you?

No.

And now you've gone and ruined a perfectly good franchise with more of your flying saucer bullshit.

Here's a newsflash, loser:
Indiana Jones is supposed to be campy, not ridiculous. (And it sure as fuck is not supposed to be Close Encounters of the Third Kind with explosions.)

Just keep it up, son. I will fully come and put the smackdown on your punk ass.

Don't think I won't.

...

Douchebag.

EDIT: I apologize for the rampant profanity in this post, but Spielberg seriously earned it. That is all.

More On Spielberg.

Thanks to muroku for reminding me about Spielberg's latest sure-to-be-a-sci-fi-travesty project: A live action Ghost in the Shell remake.

Here's her excellent commentary on the subject. There are links to a couple of news stories about the project in her post, and there are comments about it from both she and I in my last entry.

I really am going to have to bitchsmack him.