"Flat? Just as God made me."

For the past few weeks/month, I've been going through a massive film detox. After so many movies, over so short a period of time, I needed a change of pace or should I say medium. At the suggestion of my coworker Sara, I tried out podcasts. I have to admit, I was skeptical at first. Listening to people talk sounded terribly boring and it can be if you don't find the great ones. Case and point: NPR's "Pop Culture Happy Hour", roundtable discussion on books, movies, television and obviously, whatever fabulous moment is happening in pop culture. The four main hosts have great chemistry and the producers do wonders in editing which make the show flow well and endlessly entertaining. The opposite is true, I am sad to say, for Entertainment Weekly's "Entertainment Geekly".

I've also gone through my detox by watching more television, made easy by the yearly tradition of studios dumping their horrible/unmarketable films into the month of March. I've started on old episodes of The West Wing, encouraged by both Netflix and my friend Kerry. Kerry has also pushed me to start on Friday Night Lights, not a hard sell given my love for Connie Britton. Then the Veronica Mars Kickstarter campaign happened.

Let me start my analysis by saying this: I am a massive fan of the show and am, in fact, one of over 64,000 contributors to the campaign. My first reaction to the campaign, utter glee. What could be better than having the power to help bring one of my favorite television shows and characters back? Then I kept hearing more about how other shows could do this: Firefly? Freaks and Geeks? While I wouldn't exactly be opposed to Freaks, what worries me most is that this will now be what studios expect. On top of $12 per ticket, am I now paying to produce the movie as well? Sure, having the power to choose is spectacular but at the same time, I eloquently add, what the hell? And what about decreasing potential for fresh ideas? Not the ones reproduced from previous decades or fairy tales, I'm looking directly at you, Jack the Giant Slayer.

The Veronica Mars model also calls into question, as many have posited over the past few weeks, where Rob Thomas' dedication to the fan-base will lead the film. Does that really matter? Should it matter? Will there be legal ramifications if the film does not please fans? Only 2014 can tell.

To close out my post/unanswered questions on VM, I'll leave you as always with a little Buzzfeed love, a little retrospective on The Real World from Vulture and something to make you sob giant tears for the end of good taste. To be fair, I should have most likely given up when they greenlit The Expendables 3.