You wander through the ruins of a once mighty city. There you see a man grinning at you, wearing a rusted crown.
You ask him why the fuck would he wear an iron crown. And how the hell he got it wet enough for it to tarnish. At least gilde it so the outside looks gold and it doesn’t tarnish. What the fuck.
He gets really defensive about it, like weirdly defensive. Oh, oh, he says, oh, I’m sorry I don’t, like, carry gilding materials around. Sorry I’m not prepared like you. Where’s your crown, huh? You don’t have one? I didn’t think so. Watch yourself.
Today’s trend of remakes and reboots that have the same title as the original is designed to confuse future archeologists about the 21st century, so they’ll not notice all of the shit we fucked up.
“Oh, they elected a bigoted right-wing president. I guess it’s alright, it was the 1980s, after all. Based on this Blu-Ray of Ghostbusters we found from the same era.”
