The One Where I Rant About a Bad SciFi
I used to say, "I don't like SciFi." In the past few years, I've learned something very important. I actually love SciFi. I'm just very particular about my SciFi. Sometimes, I summarize it by saying, "There's no shame in fantasy." I actually love fantasy too. But fantasy demands suspension of disbelief. SciFi rejects it. I just need SciFi that isn't actually fantasy. Every once in a while, I'll find SciFi I can accept. For well-known ones, The Martian did it, Ender's Game did it, Gattaca did it. Just some examples. For some completely unknown reason, I also accept Firefly (though how, I don't know. Maybe it's just good enough that I'm willing to accept its scientific pitfalls). I'll admit that I'm still learning what SciFi I'm okay with. For example, I haven't attempted Asimov yet, but I'm told that it will fit my criteria. All this said, I found a new SciFi movie which spits on science (an