Please, leave my movies alone!
I “get” the inherent need for Hollywood to churn out money and breathe life into has-been stars or trying-to-be-actors. But for the love of Pete, leave my childhood memories intact. The latest victim? Dirty Dancing.
I read this article and obviously my brain said:
Yes, I know it is not a Christian film, but it is one I watched several times growing up. Honestly? I still will watch it. Patrick Swayze? Yes, please. Jennifer Grey pre-nose job? Harkens back to Ferris Bueller.
And don’t get me started on John Hughes films. If someone dares to cross that threshold of remakes, I may hold a picket sign. As Mercutio would say to the director who dares:
Yes, I watched the updated Red Dawn and felt sorry for the generation who never watched Charlie Sheen and C. Thomas Howell harden into boy-men. Even the desperate attempts of “Chris Helmsworth and Josh Hutcherson are in it” could not save the face palm of a remake.
Footloose. Pul-lease. Why mess with a good thing? Perfectly cast and shot the first go-round with Kevin Bacon goodness. I was a pastor’s daughter, so I watched the movie for “research.”
Annie. I wanted to like the remake So.Very.Much. But it fell So.Very.Short. Cut out Tim Curry and Carol Burnett and it was a hard knock redo. How does one recast Sandy the dog? Poorly.
Then there are reboots—movies that give old series/movies a new lease. Case in point: JJ Abrams and his spin on Star Trek. I’m giddy (as previously mentioned) about his take on Star Wars. All of the X-Men movies breathed life into the comic books I saved my money for as a teenager. Why yes, I did have a subscription to The Uncanny X-Men. Same with the Avengers movies and spin-offs. I’m okay with reboots, even if some of the details are hinky.
But please…refer the new generation to the classics of my time. Because, no offense, but I’m really not looking forward to Abigail Breslin doing the cha-cha because: