Greetings and Salutations.
I have been rolling this post through my mind since first coming across the news that a new film of Buffy The Vampire Slayer is going to be produced. The film is to be reincarnated in the absence of its creator Joss Whedon or any of the cast from the much beloved television series.
The interwebs have exploded with condemnation and I have been trying to reconcile why, I too have been choking on my rage at the prospect of this film being made.
It comes down to this… someone is messing with my childhood! Ok, so I was in my later teens, but still, they are messing with my memories! The nights sitting on the couch, waiting for Angel to come strutting in his long dark coat, looking all broody and delicious! Squealing with delight when he turned all bad arse and there was a blood red vein of hope that he could be mine not Buffy’s. The wistful evening fantasies that some day I too could wear tight leather pants and kick arse like Faith (because lets face it she was always cooler than Buffy…). Ahhhh good times, good times.
So for someone to come and meddle with those happy goth girl reflections is indeed distressing to my black heart. Those who own the rights are cashing in and attempting to ride on the flaccid fangs of the Twilight phenomena; it is obvious to all bar said owners, that the new Buffy film will have its own special kind of dysfunction without the talents of Joss Whedon. I think the man himself put it best in an email to E!Online:
“This is a sad, sad reflection on our times, when people must feed off the carcasses of beloved stories from their youths—just because they can’t think of an original idea of their own…”