If Hollywood's addiction to sequels wasn't bad enough, now the industry has completely given itself to the green screen that keeps on giving.
In Tilseltown, the only thing expanding faster than the egos of master thespians Vin Diesel and Swayne "Stop Calling Me 'The Rock'" Johnson is the Marvel Universe; the shadow of which threatens to block out the sun, which is great for watching movies, but not so great the rest of the time.
Meanwhile, Tyler Perry owns his own FILM STUDIO.
Now, I'm no Snooty McSnooterson, but, at what point, do we stop catering to the lowest common denominator? The only other option is, you know, to NOT do anything about it and, in record time, we'll be looking back upon "X-Men Beating Up A Homeless Guy", or whatever the last one was called, in 5-D IMAX WITH BASS BOOST as the good old days.
Your truly distinctly recalls having a conversation with my then-girlfriend (now a VP at DirecTV HQ in El Segundo, CA) about the long-term harms of reality TV programming. My stance then, as now, was that by trotting out the worst in people as "reality" for clicks and giggles, you'd get rick faster than ever before while offering absolutely nothing of substance.
Why did Shakespeare bother writing at all when he could have just held a mirror up to the audience instead?