I like movies. I don’t like sequels. You might argue that sequels are movies but this is my blog and I made no promises to be logical.
When I hear that a sequel (to a movie I liked: I don’t care about the sequels to the stuff I didn’t like) is going to be created, my initial reaction is to scream at the heavens, “WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” and then curl up in a corner, weeping. I know this is not the reaction movie-making people are hoping for, and I know this reaction baffles some of those who are closest to me, but there you have it.
Friend: “Want to see a movie with me?”
Me: *grunting from armchair* “What movie?”
Friend: “Well, they made a sequel to Some Movie You Enjoyed, so–”
Me: *rending my clothes and wailing*
Friend: *confused silence* “Is there a problem?”
To some extent, I can understand why automatic sequel-hatred confuses people. After all, if I was entertained by something, it follows that I would be entertained by something more with the same characters, setting, similar plot, etc. Right?
Well, no. When I go to a movie, I go to see something I’ve never seen before. I don’t mean I go to see something ground-breaking and artistic and strange and wonderful and totally unheard-of. That’s always a plus, but I could hardly expect every movie to be these things. I simply mean I want to see a story that I’ve never experienced in all it’s particular-ness of character and setting and plot. I want to see something that’s never been done quite like that before. It’s not the only reason I go to movies, but it’s one of the primary reasons.
And sequels destroy that primary reason like a semi-truck destroys a butterfly crossing the interstate.
A sequel is created to offer the good public “more of the same” except a little bigger and a little better. The thing is, if I want “more of the same,” I re-watch the film I enjoyed. The first film. Simple as that.
Now, this is not to say I have never, EVER in my life enjoyed a sequel. Far from it. I’ve been dragged along to plenty of them in my lifetime and have had to grudgingly admit, “Okay, that was pretty good” often enough to know I’m not always right.
But darn it, I’m right about sequels most of the time. And that makes me wary. Constantly, unceasingly wary.
I don’t feel the same way about book-sequels. Don’t ask me why: I couldn’t tell you.
See? A lack of logic, all the way to the end, as promised.