We are drowning in content, yet dying of thirst for originality. I was scrolling through my streaming queue last night—past the third Knives Out sequel, the live-action remake of a cartoon I watched in 2002, and the prequel series to a movie that came out ten years ago—when it hit me: We aren't making art anymore. We are making inventory.
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The entertainment industry has become a bank. Studios don't ask, "Is this story beautiful?" They ask, "Does this IP have a pre-existing fan base?" It’s safer to reboot Daredevil for the third time than to take a chance on a new superhero. It’s less risky to stretch a 90-minute movie into an 8-hour slog of a limited series than to let a director cook up a fresh idea. Here is the dangerous part: The content isn't bad . We are drowning in content, yet dying of