My latest kick has been complaining to anyone who will listen that there’s no originality anymore. I glare at them through my thick black frames, over a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon, and whine that “it’s so cliché.” …Okay, not exactly, but I’m sure that’s how I seem to people who tell me “You know, there’s no such thing as originality.”
And they’re right. There are only seven different plotlines in the world if you ask a writer. There’s only one if you ask Joseph Campbell. By the same token, striving for originality as your only goal leads to disaster. I should know. I was a film student* and I had to sit through quite a few films that were essentially “let’s expose a filmstrip to a slab of concrete for twenty minutes and call it art.” Was that original? Yeah, I guess. Was it art?** Or, for a better question, is it something that people can genuinely enjoy and identify with? Nnnnot so much.
So, I gave it some more thought, and I realized what bothers me about these TV shows and movies that are derivative collections of memes and references or plain old stereotypes is that they seem to lack effort. The problem isn’t that I’ve seen some of their content before. The problem is that it’s presented with the attitude of “Here, it’s ‘The Hangover 2.’ Now don’t bother me again.” It’s lazy. It’s much harder to put thought and effort into the plotting and execution to create something with which people will WANT to engage.
The secret then, isn’t trying to be original. It’s doing what you want and putting your heart into it. Recycle that plotline, but breathe new life into your characters. Have a reason for your plot twists other than “it was random and therefore funny.” Think! Take those flattened icons and give them new depth. If anyone can do this, it’s us progeeks. We are united by the fact that we still give a damn.***
Therefore, go on and do what you want to do. Make your romantic comedies and snickering music videos critiques. Enjoy creating with a full palette, and yes, that can include references to productions that came before. Just, please, do it like you mean it.
*Which explains my black beret and thick-framed glasses, naturally.
**My professor seemed to think so, and to argue with him on this point would inevitably come to a duel of lightsabres at sunrise.
***Am I allowed to say “damn” ? Is everyone here over 18?
-Tamara Hecht