If I had to point to a singular reason why I love
speculative fiction as much as I do, it’d have to be the inherent freedom of it
all: Within the confines of the umbrella that is SF, you are
capable of writing about pretty much anything the human imagination can conjure
up. The personification of dreams going to a convention for serial killers? Done.
A go-go dancer who uses a machine gun leg to kill zombies? No worries. A man in
a magical telephone box that travels through time and space? That story’s been
going on for over fifty years now. A piece of burnt bread philosophising about
the nature of life, death and the pursuit of happiness? You can trust Japan to
deliver on that front. So, when a film comes out with a pretty high concept
idea in its framework, it will immediately grab my attention. Whether or not it
can hold my attention for the running
time is another matter.
