No one cares for fare that has all the taste of unpopped popcorn.
Twenty-eighteen was the worst year for movies ever. There had been awful years before, increasingly in the last ten, but last year, Hollywood reached critical mass by showing full contempt for much of its audience. Simply put, it was the year the entertainment industry stopped entertaining and embraced indoctrinating. This tendency had previously been checked by wiser heads in the business. For every 12 Years a Slave, they made a Gravity, for every Spotlight, a The Martian. But something happened on November 6, 2016 that let loose the dogs of cinema — the election of Donald Trump. The rabid frothing expressed by top filmmakers like Rob Reiner, Joss Whedon, Judd Apatow, Aaron Sorkin, and company begat last year’s actual productions. And the resultant dump of undisguised leftwing fare left movie theatres empty.
“The Klan won last night,” Sorkin wrote in a laughably heartfelt letter to his wife and daughter the day after election night. “White nationalists. Sexists, racists and buffoons. Angry young white men who think rap music and Cinco de Mayo are a threat to their way of life… have been given cause to celebrate. Men who… think that women who aspire to more than looking hot are shrill, ugly, and otherwise worthy of our scorn rather than our admiration struck a blow for misogynistic s***heads everywhere.”