Nostalgia isn’t killing cinema; it’s all it’s got left. And that has to change.

Nicolas Cage carrying a surfboard

Final week, I had the beautiful pleasure of watching Nicolas Cage’s newest movie, The Surfer, in what can solely be described as a cathedral of solitude. By which I imply I used to be actually the one particular person within the cinema. The ticket vendor gave me a glance often reserved for individuals who order soup at eating places.

The Surfer is sensible, by the way in which. Cage performs a person returning to his Australian hometown, and it is acquired that excellent mix of psychological rigidity and sun-bleached insanity that makes you bear in mind why you fell in love with motion pictures within the first place. All of which acquired me eager about the lazy narrative that is been doing the rounds these days: that nostalgia is killing cinema. (Talking of nostalgia, check out our picks of the perfect film posters of all time.)