One of the
reasons I occasionally find myself despairing the human race, besides its
in-built inability to leave things well enough alone, rests in the fact they
simply can’t accept things for what they are.
Now, I’m one
of those people who can take things at face value; I can appreciate something
for what it is no matter what form it comes in. And I pride myself in being one
of those elite few who doesn’t need to dissect anything to understand how it
works.
But there
are some. And I happened to cross paths with at least one of them.
I found this
out when I went to watch the new version of Annie. I’m not a musical type of
guy – not in the respect of movies anyway – but I went.
And then it happened. Then movie started. At this point you
would have expected the movie poster should have given away the characteristic differences
between this film and it’s original. I expected it would have, considering we’d
stood within a moderate distance of it for almost twenty minutes before we
entered the cinema, but, no, this seemed to have slipped the attention of one
particular person.
So we finally go in, popcorn and drinks in hand, and wait for
the movie to start.
Then the big question comes: why is Annie black?
I face-palmed myself in the dark, shook my head, and hoped
the question wasn’t meant to be taken seriously. But, somehow, I think it was.
I mean is this really what the world’s come to?
I didn’t understand it. I still don’t understand it. But the
fact Annie had gone from a pasty faced ginger kid to a black girl with a
rather impressive head of hair seemed to be this guys first and only first world problem
that afternoon.
This particular question came and went with regular frequency
for the first twenty minutes or so, spoken, thankfully, in whispered tones
until the guys companion told him to shut up.
And this got me wondering: why is it such a problem?
Actually, I don’t know if I want the answer. Because I don’t know
if my head could take whatever answer came stumbling out of its answerers mouth.
So I’m just going to sit here and say it doesn’t. Not to me,
at least. And, hopefully, not to anyone with an ounce of sense.
But on saying that, God know what the reactions going to be
said if Idris Elba ever lands the roll of 007.
Maybe it’s time I started looking for a remote desert island.
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