Not here for it. Netflix is banking on the wave of buying properties based solely on nostalgia. The true form was something special and very specific in time, and the reason it was good was because it was pure. I don’t have any interest in seeing these characters in an updated world.
Now, considering they re-imagine it with newer characters. I have no interest in watching a show about teenagers caring for children. Truthfully the chapters in the books that were entries in the baby-sitters journal/blog/record were the least interesting to me. I was more there for the chapters about five strong women running a business in a neocapitalist framework. [Also, why did Kristy make them do that? Was it really that useful? Why didn’t they just report it in meetings?]
Am I going to act like a Ghostbusters fan and claim that this is ruining my childhood? No, because my memory and relationship to the books cannot be taken from me. Am I a little disappointed that Netflix is commodifying this nostalgia? Yea. And poor Ann M. Martin, who was probably excited that she was approached. And I’m sure it was a monetary offer she couldn’t refuse.
We all know we are about five minutes away from a Sweet Valley High show. What I will be pissed about is if they don’t call me to consult.
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