We occupy a world imbued with such a wealth of potential. A quality of such enduring reverence and one of such natural resplendence, that its almost admirable how society is so instinctively predicated to such a wanton aptitude for misery. We take such pleasure inflicting virilant apathy on other’s, that moment’s of levity foster a visible nausea of incredulity and revulsion. There seems to be a reciprocal correlation between disliking something and actively desiring this specific umbrage to fail. Preferring to deride rather than sympathise. With cynics well versed in the anticipation of failure, attaining some sort of sick satisfaction from its inevitable decline.
Take the much maligned reboot of “Saints Row”. A game that, if the reviews are to be believed, is a perfunctory reboot that relies on the derivative framework of its predecessors, while neglecting to refine its additional generic elements. A reverberating critique reciprocated by a significant portion of its fan base. Then there’s the cancellation of Netflix “Resident Evil” series. An adaptation that’s titular “evil” found itself neighbouring Dawsons Creek rather than Raccoon City. With a script as schizophrenic as Netflix series approval policy. Dialogue that permeates with all the vigor of a fallen tree branch, that’s incongruous tone implies it was written by an algorithm rather than humans, with any passing familiarity with the source material. Delivered by an insufferable cast dedicated in their pursuit to mimic the scripts baffling dissonance.
Both of these properties are somewhat deserving of there public derision and ridicule. But it’s a persecution that becomes problematic when skeptics aren’t just anticipating failure, but hoping for it. Almost relishing in the misery of others. I’m as personally ambivalent towards Saints Row, as the Tory government is towards the poor. But I certainly don’t take any pleasure in it’s perceived ineptitude. With Netflix botched Resident Evil adaptation I wasn’t encouraged by the trailers. But I was always hopeful that it was going to surprise me. Alas my low expectations were somehow under shot, once again leaving many fans bereft of a solid cinematic experience. But there is a subtle yet critical distinction between being disappointed and angry. You can be one without the other. Certainly without venting that frustration as premeditated affirmation for your own repugnant nihilism.
You have to question the mental faculties of individuals who possess such an inherent proclivity to want things, as benign as a game or television series, to fail. But it only takes a cursory search through Twitter to see the incorrigible social discourse, that generates a litany of reciprocal euphoria among the cynics well versed in the anticipation of failure. To celebrate the failure of something because of some biased satisfaction they get from seeing something fail, is worse than failure. Put the knives down and just walk away.
Oh and good luck “Rings Of Power”. Regardless of your quality, you’re going to need all the help you can get.