Dear Hollywood, I don’t watch you much, but when I do I’d rather not view insipid depictions of so-called everyday life. Where has the imagination gone?
Where are the new stories that will inspire my own? Where are the insights into the human condition that catapult narratives into the beautiful? Where are the characters I want to cheer for? Why the morbidity? Why the hyper-crass? Why the nihilistic? Until your imagination returns, I won’t waste my time.
Yours truly, Beauty-seeker