Reboots are Hollywood’s favorite thing because they require no thinking. They just take something that was originally good, bank on the nostalgia, and produce crap. Some reboots work. Fuller House is the best show on Netflix and I won’t hear otherwise. Most only last a couple of episodes or never seen the light of day.
“I have always believed that what was so unique about the show was the use of horrors of those formative years…With high school and college as a backdrop, we were able to address racism, identity, bullying, guilt, death, first love and heartbreak using the demons as metaphors for the demons we all experience. I am not sure how that translates into adulthood, although I am sure it could. The burden of saving the world a lot always weighed heavily on her, so for her sake, I hope she is somewhere on a beautiful beach located far away from any Hellmouth.”
A Buffy reboot would have made sense eight years ago when people wouldn’t shut up about Twilight and every other movie had a vampire in it. But in 2017, we’ve moved on from vampires. We’re all about…well, I’m not sure what 2017 is all about yet. It’s only been five days.