We may now have a scientific explanation of the roots of 'nostalgia', but knowing its origins hasn't made me any more resistant to those rose colored glasses I put on from time to time. The latest example of my blind spot is that I'm on pins and needles waiting for the Clash of The Titans remake to finally hit theaters. So what has me so excited, exactly -- other than Mr. Worthington in a leather skirt? Well, it's not because I'm convinced that Worthington is a great actor (I happen to think he's pretty good, but that's a discussion for another time), and no, it's not because of a love for 3D...and it's certainly not because of Louis Leterrier. Nope, my enthusiasm for the myth of Perseus all boils down to the fact that, as a kid, I thought the 1981 Clash of the Titans was just about the coolest movie ever made, and somehow the prospect of a remake -- which would normally fill me with dread -- has me all sorts of giddy.
Even though I know that Leterrier's 3D action-fest will bear little resemblance to the film I know and love, it really won't matter because there is just something about Titans that always reminds me of what it was like to fall in love with the movies. I don't know how Warner Brothers did it, but that trailer released my inner 7-year-old (even with the so-so power metal in the background), and as soon as I heard Liam Neeson's booming voice 'releasing the Kracken', I knew I would be at the theater on opening day. But more importantly, I knew that at that moment any ability to apply critical thinking to this movie had gone right out the window -- and that is the power of nostalgia.
Do you ever let you inner-child make your box-office decisions? Have you ever looked forward to a remake or reboot even though you loved the original? Sound off in the comments below...