It never ceases to amaze me what we will go to in order to sate our desire for a well-fed nostalgia.

It seems that one of the defining movements as of late has been to try and live off of some kind happy feeling that we've invented and transplanted into some crappy years gone by. For instance, last night my roommate and I were watching George Clooney's let's-stick-it-to-the-man-indie-work Good Night, and Good Luck. The thing that got me about it was the filming of the entire in black and white, just as most people had only known Mr. Murrow. An unashamed IV of nostalgia into the American vein.

But this isn't the only case of this.

How many movies that have been released in recent years have been nothing more than tired remakes of older movies? Poseidon and the Poseidon Adventure. Lindsay Lohan's Herbie and the original Love Bug movies. Alfie and Alfie. The Amityville Horror. Assault on Precent 13. The Hills Have Eyes. The Bad News Bears. Cheaper By The Dozen. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory. Dawn of the Dead. The Fog. So on and so forth.

Why? Why, why, why, why, why?

We're out of ideas. We need to go back to a film from our childhood in order to feel some sense of happiness or security. The feel of famliarity is necessary to our happiness. I guess it could be any of these, but it all comes down to one thing:

People better stop ruining movies I grew up on by putting Hillary Duff in them.