I had both the pleasure and disappointment of seeing the movie Tomorrowland last Monday. I was amazed at the imagination at the beginning, the beauty of this whole remarkable parallel universe, and I chuckled at all of Disney’s cute reference drops (the song from the “Carousel of Progress” and the debut of “It’s A Small World”). There was that moment of breathlessness, and hope and imagination. Even into the middle of the film as the main character is being chased out of a Space Age collectibles shop….
And then, as suddenly as it was beautiful, it was awkward and sideways and badly written. What? What happened!?
And then, as I was walking out of the theatre, it hit me. Wait – I’ve read this type of story before. It’s between the lines of too many self-published novels, where the editor seems to be cut out of the equation. Where at the beginning, there are remarkable images and enough to pull the readers on to this beautiful ship with a sky-melting sunset and promises of a whole new world… only to fall off the edge of the earth and have our breath sucked away in the cold mercilessness of space. We are drawn in by the mystery and intrigue and possibility of the story at the beginning only to have too quick of a climax and a rushed ending. At the risk of sounding crude, it much resembles a hot date when you get all worked up only to be the victim of a little premature accident, if you know what I mean….
So, still reeling from the wasted potential of Tomorrowland, this is my plea, to writers big and small: plan out your stories. Edit them. Make sure it’s a fulfilling story, and not just a sip of Moxie… delicious at first, but with a horrible aftertaste.
You would have my thanks to remember that writing is art, and an artist should take pride in his and her work. So make it something beautiful and worth remembering.