With the clock ticking, I had two choices. A film that all the artists I follow continue to gush over. Now, a third film was only in theaters for a few more days. Apparently, through a lot of production turmoil, a sequel and a TV show came out. A sequel to a spin-off, and it looks good! The phrase “sequel to a spin-off” doesn’t even sound good, but here we are.
Fast forward over a decade, and suddenly I see people talking about a third film. The first Puss in Boots movie came out in the middle of busy high school life, and the character alone wasn’t an enticing prospect. Star Wars, for example, comes to mind, but it has to “make sense” narratively for a watch. I usually try to stick to the date of the release, but watching in story order is fine. And no, I never finished Frasier or began Cheers. Consequently, I stopped watching Fraiser because I felt an obligation to watch Cheers. Midway through season two, my partner told me that Frasier was a spin-off of Cheers. In 2016, I decided to watch Frasier on Netflix. As a prequel, it wasn’t the biggest deal, which helped me to justify my rule-breaking. It wasn’t until the end of the movie that I realized it was a part of the Alien franchise. For example, in 2012, my mother took my sisters and me to see Prometheus. While I’ve tripped up on occasion, it was rarely on purpose. And I sure as hell don’t regret it, because this film was worth it. And I know plenty of folks who are similarly inclined … but earlier this year, I broke the rule. The rule I adhere to so strictly? I must watch things in order.
Thanks to this self-imposed rule, I’ve refused to watch some of the most iconic media: Doctor Who, James Bond, Star Trek (to an extent), and many charming series. I have this major hang-up when watching movies and television.
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