Remakes.
Is there any word that creates more
animosity in the minds of filmgoers than this?
“Why can’t they just make something
new instead?” we complain, and
justifiably so.
Most of the time.
Because, while it is as rare as
hen’s teeth, every once in a while, Hollywood cranks out a remake that stands
alongside it’s classic forefather, and, even more rarely, manages to surpass
it. Lest we forget, Frankenstein with
Boris Karloff was a remake. As was The
Wizard of Oz with Judy Garland. Oh, and The
Maltese Falcon with Humphrey Bogart (twice over- once in 1931 and again in
1936 as Satan Met a Lady).
