March 14th might well go down as one of the most important
dates in cinematic history, and nothing major is happening. Jennifer Aniston
and Brad Pitt aren't sitting down with Oprah to discuss their (seemingly decades-spanning)
divorce. George Clooney won't reveal that his whole career has been one long
prank, and he's really a married father of two from
Topeka. Alfred Hitchcock probably isn't
coming back from the dead, ready to declare war on the blondes and homosexuals
that he loves and hates so much. No, Friday, March 14th is
the official premiere date for the little Kickstarter movie that could:
Veronica Mars.
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Now, I don't mean to be hyperbolic, but the
Veronica Mars movie is a genuinely
important touchstone in film and television history. Over the last decade or so, there has
been a power shift in the way fans of shows are treated by the general public
and by the very people and shows that
they are fans of. It used to be that die-hard fans were relegated to the
sticky floors of Conference Room B, desperate for a view of a C-List actor at
whatever half-hearted convention was being thrown. Filmmakers like George Lucas derided the fans' input (he has since
– wisely
– recanted
on his earlier beliefs), and there was shame even among the fans themselves. Carefully
homemade
Star Trek uniforms were
shoved to the back of closets, their owners frightened that anyone outside of a
'con' know of their existence (requisite
