I was flipping through channels during lunch, and I came upon the very beginning of a movie that looked like it would meet my criteria for B movies. It’s called Supernova, and the major star is James Spader. More about him later.
This film isn’t what I expected, but in a way, it is, too. It isn’t a disaster movie, which I expected from the title. Supernova is a movie about humanity and personality, and a disaster, of a sort. Typical B-movie sci-fi, although I expect it has a following. Basically, rescue ship answers beacon, picks up survivor and “artifact.” Benign survivor turns bad….. that’s all for now, in case someone of you want to watch it 😎
The reason I sat down to write this is because of my actor/watcher relationship with James Spader. I first saw him as Steff in Pretty in Pink. I love Molly Ringwald, or did when she was making that kind of movie. But the Steff character is a snob, a self-righteous bastard, and a jackass who believes his parents’ wealth gives him permission to do anything he wants. (And, as you’ll see, this is my non-hateful definition of the character!) Spader plays Steff, and he is convincingly nasty. I decided when I saw this movie for the first time that I hated him. Not Steff — James Spader. I thought that was perfectly normal. Of course, I was pretty perfectly abnormal, so I would.
I haven’t watched any of his movies since. I even stayed away from Stargate, because he acted in it. (That’s saying a lot, for a sci-fi freak like me.) I held on to this irrational feeling from 1985 until today. I’m not saying he’s particularly good in this movie, although he plays his part with some skill. I just haven’t had the opportunity to watch him since I went through all those changes last year, For the first time in 30 years, I watched. And I don’t hate him at all. He’s a decent actor, and I have some movie-making-up to do.
But why was my initial reaction so strong? Because it was easier to hate an actor than another individual? Well, yes, but…. Because he played such a total A-hole in that movie? Well, obviously, I’d known that type in high school, and I blamed him, for some crazy reason, for the crap I got from the cheerleaders, et al. Was it easier when I was 25 to hate anyone, because that made it okay that I hated myself? Closer. More questions and answers will arise as the days go by, I’m sure.
And my final point? I know not every kid is as crazy as I was, but if someone claims that movie content doesn’t influence young people, I have to laugh. Ironically. Ha, Ha, F*cking Ha.