Babbling Point

"We had reached a period in terms of our society of not having a mythology, a code that you pass down to the next generation. Friendship is valauble, honor is valuable. There wasn't a movie genre like that aimed at younger people, the 12-year-olds coming of age." --George Lucas on why he ended up making movies for 12-year olds.

I got that from the STAR WARS special of Time Magazine. Which made me think of our "mythology", a mythology for the Filipino youth, we have no code to pass down to them.

Filipino pop-culture has nothing to offer the youth of today. They are flooded with anime and Hollywood heroes.

I know there is a huge gap between the comic book medium and television and movies, and that a comic book cannot compete with the reach of those other two mediums.

I'm just saying... what am I saying... well, I'm saying that we should go into movies. (Althought Gerry is already doing that.) I'm just saying that we have not done anything that would cater to the 12 year olds. And it's probably because we haven't really thought about it and probably none of us would want to do it. "It's not our kind of thing," some of you might say.

The closest we ever got to making something "youth oriented" was HORUS. Dave wrote that with the intention of it being sponsored by Milo or Nestle, which is why the lead character is a gymnast.

LAKAN might have been something we could have offered, but well... that just flizzed off.

Anyway, what I'm saying is that... I want to do something like what Lucas did. Not another STAR WARS, not another LORD OF THE RINGS, but something like it. Something...

I've got a couple of things in mind. Stuff that I've been trying to write for the past three years but cellphones just get in the way. And maybe I'll just talk about when it's all done.

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