Dear JJ Abrams, Thanks For Ruining My Summer

Ah..Fall is here again...wait this is Southern California, which consists of about one to one and a half seasons, all year long. What I would give to be in a Pacific Northwest downpour.


As Autumn approaches, I've been doing some reflecting on my summer cinema attendance, remembering all the "blockbusters" that polluted the screens over the past few months. It made we want to write a letter, but not really, of course. I just want to take some frustrations out. I want to put some blame where it is deserved. On JJ Abrams. So, here we go...

Dear JJ Abrams,

Thank you for ruining my summer movie going experience. Don't get me wrong, You're the reason I'm even considering trying a career in screenwriting, but I'm still pretty pissed off at you.

You see, JJ, Star Trek was pretty friggin' good. Actually, I take that back. Star Trek rocked the party, that rocked the party. Your spot on direction, casting Nowhere Man as Pike, even those lens flares. (which I thought added some realism) I even saw it twice. You, sir, set a standard back in early may for all summer blockbusters to live up to. Which they didn't.

Transformers 2, let's face it, it was a joke. All this hype was made about them getting to film at the pyramids and by the time the story actually got there, I didn't care.

GI: Joe, it had a better story than T2, but the story was just dumb, and I hate Brendan Frasier.

District 9, while I enjoyed it, it just didn't live up to the hype. You can't put all that advertising on buses and billboards and men's urinals and live up to the hype, in my opinion.

And all of this is your Fault, JJ! If you would have just left well enough alone and took the summer off, or made a return to Lost, or wrote a sequel to "Forever Young" I wouldn't be so angry at you. Don't worry, the anger will subside. Maybe I'm just going through "Lost" withdrawals and blaming the man who helped create it or maybe you knew what you were doing, maybe you knew that none of the other movies would live up to your film. Maybe the whole summer was just one big ego stroke for you.

You Prick.

Yours Truly,

A.S.