When it first started, it was all about the irony, the cuteness, and the nostalgia. People bought up 80’s Star Wars t-shirts from thrift stores until they started making fake ones. They bought up cult classics in the droves. The cornier, the better. There was a sudden revolution in celebrating simplicity.
Then it started affecting our media. Old cartoon and toy franchises are about the only things in this economy being bought up like mad right now. Transformers, Speed Racer, and coming soon, GI Joe and possibly even Thundercats. Aside from the blatant nostalgia, there’s an increasing degree of movies that make no attempt to hide – nay, advertise – that they are plotless, depthless schlock designed for sheer juvenile delight. Snakes on a Plane comes to mind immediately, but there are plenty of others. Geekdom has become nothing but a constant reliving of the power fantasy: heroes in fancy dress killing stuff. We’re all a bunch of overgrown adolescents, and it’s time to grow up.
Look, Star Wars is great. Harry Potter is great. They are both retelling of myth, and myth is fundamental. The problem is the myth is merely fundamental. For all ancient civilization accomplished, we’ve learned a thing or two since then, and if our entertainment doesn’t reflect that then we’re trapped in a very childish world of moral certainties, clear choices, and cliché melodrama (Harry Potter evolved somewhat past this in the later books, I’m told, but I saw no signs when I’d finished book three).
But even myth is a step up in maturity from our current obsession with zombies.
It actually makes me miss the Star Trek days where geek media actually inspired thought. Where you could easily sit around a restaurant table and talk for hours over whether Riker and Shelby had a right to destroy their own clones, where it was handy to know what a main deflector dish was and how Bohr’s Law affected transports. Such geekdom demands something of you.
This has been replaced by the “I have a Starfleet Insignia patch on my backpack, tee hee!” Our geekdom has regressed back to adolescence, and it is defiantly staying there. It is doing nothing for our minds, except perhaps causing them to atrophy. It has become pure indulgence where it used to inspire knowledge, imagination, and hard honest thought. The trend is not toward more intelligent, more eye-opening, but merely more intense, more violent, all the while making the subject matter and character less complex and meaningful.
If this trend continues, the stereotype of geeks will not be as social rejects in high school who went on to use their smarts to become successful, but rather social rejects in high school who went on to sit in their parents’ basement playing with action figures and pretending to be axe-swinging dwarves.
Oh wait…