Speaking of B Movies…

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.