Remarking on storytelling and its role in shaping and reinforcing narratives in society - plato argued for a (rather misogynistic if you read the rest in its entirety) kind of censorship continued from the prejudices of literature that treated newer genres of storytelling like Sir Larry Wildman treated Gordon Gekko in “Wall Street”. This bias of prestige in art found its way into the early stages of Hollywood some thousands of years after Plato. A tradition that created genre ghettos only just now being addressed. Meanwhile in the here and now the 80’s engenders a strange dichotomy of thought and emotion. On the tail end of a re-emergence into the American Storytelling consciousness (because most of us who grew up in it are of age to become its champion) there have been plenty of trips down memory lane in current cinema and television. But I would argue that the Abrams, Duffer Brothers, Gunn's and to some extent Letich's of the world have only put forth an effort to haphazardly reanimate a childhood remembered for all the wrong reasons. What's missing is the true magic of delving into the void of the impossible, absurd, ludicrous, or wild in today's cinema. We have been hijacked by realism, and the most banal conceptions of creativity and fabrication. In this world of safe bets, risk-aversion, and demure pragmatism, creating entirely new worlds rarely goes beyond the conceits and restraints of this one. So you may imagine the far reaches of the universe in something like Besson's "Valerian", or even in Villanueve's upcoming “Dune" adaptation, but still confine it within the realm of a benign white supremacy. When you do imagine something as wonderful as a “Wrinkle in Time” with people of color, and black folk, the bland tableau of digital VFX built on the ruins of the human imagination tames the gesture. Here the crossing into the veil of what we don't see is never really explored, or mined to find its borders. Nothing remotely resembling the absurdity of Labyrinth, the weird and strange beauty of Fantasia, or the fanciful, and repugnant inhabitants of Jim Henson's worlds based off of the work of a Brian Froud, the scale and grandiose camp of Harryhausen (Clash of the Titans) or the iconic weirdness and texture of HR Giger (Alien), never gets into the cinematic pipeline. I wonder the effect of this on new children. My childhood was a constant state of living in between two worlds... the one I actually inhabited, and the ones I frequently visited in my head. These world's were largely inspired by the books and films of my childhood. A decade of film that allowed me to imagine broader possibilities in my own life. The elasticity of my world came by way of celluloid dreams, and my inner thoughts became expanded and emboldened by the likes of “Star Wars”, “DragonSlayer”, “LadyHawke”, “Star Trek”, “Rankin and Bass”, “Clash of the Titans”, “Heavy Metal”, and “The Neverending Story”. These movies were of course themselves limited by aspects of racism, sexism and other such worldly hindrances, but nonetheless much more fantastic and uninhibited than most of the supposedly daring films that came before or after. I miss having a sense of wonder about my world. I miss reading about the eight wonders of the world, the lochness monster, and the awe of invention. More importantly I miss having it backed up by the moving image in “Indiana Jones”, “Real Science”, and “The Abyss”. I don’t want reboots, the prostitution of nostalgia, and second class citizenship amongst film lovers. I want new explorations into new realms, with newer faces, and ideas. Made and greenlit with the same wild eyed devil- may-care attitude that regardless of why, seemed the convention in the 80’s.