I don't even want to know what the ridiculous-looking movie "Rise of the the Guardians" is like. I've had enough, especially since Arthur Christmas.
It's the same old story, with the same magical whimsy shoehorned into the screen as if it were an absolute must. And I suppose it is a must. Christmas-oriented programming caters to innocent children with extraordinarily active imaginations who, under the influence of the surrounding culture, are geared toward demanding a vast assortment of material goodies so they can one-up their friends (and enemies). It's a sad, sad world we live in, huh?
Which is why I staunchly request that people start taking a little risk and deliver a Christmas show that not only entertains the public, but challenges the market's corrupt commercialist ways. Without once reverting to pandering. Because that's what I think is the most putrid part of the holiday season: they send a barrage of cheery entertainment our way so as to render us into a blissful stupor and then feast upon our wealth when we mindlessly go buy-buy (bad joke).
...When will the madness end?!
