I’m not really looking forward to a third Bill and Ted film, if it’s ever made (less likely all the time, it seems).
I liked the first two. I desperately miss the goofy optimism of those films. But I’ve seen a few other memorable film series capped off after a long hiatus, and I’ve been deeply disappointed.
The most recent example of this was “Star Wars: The Last Jedi.” There are many people who love this film, and I certainly don’t begrudge them their tastes. But as an old guy (and yeah, if you’re old enough to join AARP, you’re officially old), I was disappointed by this film’s proud contempt for storytelling technique. Characters’ histories and motivations mean next to nothing in this film. There are large subplots that serve only as irrelevant digressions. You can’t even claim that this is all in service to larger story arcs, because most of the story arcs have been ruthlessly slashed away.
Okay, maybe this wasn’t so much contempt for storytelling as it was contempt for everything in Star Wars canon. But it felt like contempt or obligatory cynicism or a tacit belief that sepia-toned grittiness is all that could possibly be plausible. And frankly, I encounter too much of that crap in my daily life – if these things are realistic, then I could use a lot less realism in my films.
Do I really want to see Bill and Ted as fat, balding, 50-something divorced has-beens who drink too much and feel like their best years are behind them? No, thanks.