Let's face it, we all love a compelling story. It's not really news to anybody. But the only problem with a compelling story is that eventually, it has to end.
How many times have you gone out to see a movie; pumped, excited and ready after months and months of seemingly endless build-up. You walk into the theater, giggly like school girl finding her first crush, and all you can think about is how awesome that movie is going to be. I mean, god knows you've been patient. You've watched the trailers repeatedly; sampled the teasers and speculated the theories. Seen the interviews and savored each extra second of potential film-time. It's all lead up to this one moment. You buy your ticket; it's expensive and overpriced, but you don't care. Slowly, you make your way through the food counter and contemplate whether or not it's in your budget for theater snacks. You buy them anyways; who cares how guilty you'll feel later. F@*$ it, you're at the movies, treat yourself! Finally, you wade over to the line, silently cursing everyone in front of you and impatiently moving a foot at a time; each second that passes you replay the trailers a million times in your head. Finally, after (what felt like) years of waiting, it's time. You scope out the entire room for that ideal seat; you know the one I'm talking about - that one special seat, right in the sweet spot where the video and the sound seem to mesh just perfectly.
It's a dream come true - until it isn't.
Suddenly, your perfect spot is bombarded on both sides by pushy people you don't even know. Your perfect view obscured by that one guy who's way too tall to sit in the front; perfect sound muffled by idle chatter. The lights finally dim and the curtains pull open, but one guy is still using his phone. You try to ignore it; focus on the incredible movie that you're about to watch after months and months of waiting, but you can't. You think to yourself, "Why won't that @$$#0!3 get off his f@*$ing phone?!" But before you have the chance to drive yourself any crazier, the previews end and the theater dims completely. It's finally time. The opening credits start rolling through and you can't believe that you finally get to see this movie; the tension is so thick that you can just about taste it.
And the movie starts.
Some time goes by and you're happy like a pig in $#!t. The story is taking a little time to develop, but so far the movie has lived up to what you had hoped for. Yeah, a few people have been chatting throughout the movie and you're kind of annoyed, but you reapply your focus to the movie and try to ignore them. Except you can't. Suddenly those @$$#0!3s are all you can think about; they consume every ounce of your patience and you're left silently begging them to shut the f@*$ up. Now you've got to go to the washroom, but can't bring yourself to miss even one crucial second - so you force yourself to stay seated. Another half hour rolls by and you just can't take it anymore; the seat starts to hurt your @ss and you hate yourself for getting that jumbo slushy that's just sitting there half-melted with all the flavor sucked out. Finally, against your better judgement, you trudge through the plethora of people, feeling guilty for having bodily functions. You race to the bathroom and try to make it back in record time, but it's too late - you've already missed a crucial scene and you're left trying to put two and two together.
Finally, the movie ends. You wait for the credits to finish as everyone else gets up; praying for bloopers or an extra scene. You walk out of the theater, stretching as you go, and you think to yourself, "What an awesome movie." Only to realize immediately afterwards that you've finally seen it.
One searing question echoes across your mind - "Now what?"
That's the problem with movies; when all is said and done, you're left wanting more. All you want is to immerse yourself in that Universe; live and breathe it. But you can't. It'll be another two years before you get to find out what's happened to your favorite character. And it drives you crazy.
All you want is to relive the mystery and excitement; but you know that no matter how many times you re-watch that movie, it'll never be the same as the first time.
Fortunately, we now live in a golden age of television.
Never before in the history of entertainment has T.V. been so god damned good. Where the was once an unending heap of low-budget sitcoms, addictive reality T.V. and every variation of game show imaginable, we now have a constant influx of quality television for practically any niche.
Especially for the comic lovers and sci-fi buffs.
It used to be slim pickings, but now I can't even keep track of how many amazing shows were designed specifically with us in mind. Arrow, Dr.Who, The Flash, Supernatural, Lost, The 100, Grimm (I'll admit that one's a little on the iffy side), Almost Human, Lost Girl - you get the picture, I could literally go on and on and on. But more than that, we're treated to (on average) 22 hours a year per show instead of a flimsy two (three if we're lucky) and there's ALWAYS a new development. No more putting up with plot-hole riddled single-serve stories. No more waiting and wishing for years at a time. But most importantly, no more paying for pricey snacks and lumpy seats; everything is at the touch of our fingertips in the comfort of our own homes.
Sorry big-Hollywood, looks like your time has come and gone.
It's the dawn of a new era.