Ernest Cline’s Ready Player One is one of the worst books ever written. In short, the plot revolves around a group of kids trying to solve an elaborate riddle within an immersive online game to win controlling ownership of said game. It’s also a continual barrage of references to 70’s and 80’s culture, with the protagonist obsessively learning about all of the stupid cultural references that the game’s creator made. It’s a nonsensical book turned into an even more nonsensical movie, a slog of constant reminders that things existed without any actual evaluation of the contents.
Your post made me think of when I was rattling off every opera I'd seen to a man at a movie theater opera. He asked what I thought about the latest production. I didn't know how to answer him other than "Oh, it was good." I honestly told him I was still learning. I was so used to my nerd friends rattling off every anime and movie they'd seen without regard for substance.
I'm only a little bit ashamed that I actually clapped when I finished reading this.
Your post made me think of when I was rattling off every opera I'd seen to a man at a movie theater opera. He asked what I thought about the latest production. I didn't know how to answer him other than "Oh, it was good." I honestly told him I was still learning. I was so used to my nerd friends rattling off every anime and movie they'd seen without regard for substance.