Not because I didn’t like it, mind you; I think it’s amazing. But if you’ve been reading this blog for long, you may know that when it was in theaters, I didn’t go to see it; instead, I went to go see the 2014 remake/reboot/repugnance that was RoboCop, as tribute for my brother’s birthday. Calling it a miserable experience would be an understatement. But now I’m mad all over again because instead of going to see a movie with incredible visuals, impressive action, intelligent design, and a final act that puts the whole story in a brand new light, I and other people saw cinematic tripe. And unlike me, some people willingly chose to see RoboCop. Because nostalgia. Or because “it’s mature”.
My blood’s about to boil through my skin. So let’s move on to the topic that’s been on my mind: how stories get you to feel something. Besides a blinding maelstrom of fury, of course.