Downtime last night meant flopping on the couch to watch the recently released "Coming 2 America." (I'm not even sure 'released' is the right word in these blurry days when streaming has become king.)
I have fond formative memories of the original movie from 1988, its fairy-tale adjacent story injecting new life into old formulas -- based largely on the shapeshifting talents of peak Eddie Murphy and Arsenio Hall. While the sequel had its moments (revolving around in-jokes linking the two films), my overall impression was of a movie trying too hard to black-out its bingo card with cameos.
Nostalgia is a two-edged sword if ever there was one, luring us back to the promise of experiences from our past while so often leaving us at least a little disappointed with how they've -- and we've -- aged. (Omnipresent cinematic de-aging technology not withstanding!) Yet I can still cling with desperation to a small ring of delight from older me writing this paragraph, of which younger me never could have conceived. In that way, we are always writing and rewriting, slicing and re-slicing, our own sequels.