Not being a studio executive, I couldn't care less about box-office. But I do care about blockbusters, and this season's have been sub-par. Even those that delivered, like Iron Man 3 and Fast & Furious 6, trod old ground. Star Trek Into Darkness, a sequel to a reboot, made me wish I were watching Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. Man of Steel, another reboot, made me wish I were watching Superman II. Pacific Rim made me wish I were watching Godzilla vs Mechagodzilla, and The Wolverine made me think I was watching an 1980s ninja movie with Michael Dudikoff.
The Lone Ranger hasn't yet opened in my town, so I still have that delight and R.I.P.D. to come, but so far it has all been very déjà vu. I love the blockbuster experience; there's nothing quite like settling down in front of a 70mm screen as part of an excited audience, all of us raring to see something we've never seen before: a T-Rex chasing a jeep, perhaps, or the Titanic sinking in anamorphic widescreen. The trouble is, these days we've already seen it all.
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