Five Nights At Freddy’s Retrospection: Corrupted Nostalgia in Game Two

The older you get, the more you cling to the things you loved as a child and hope you haven’t outgrown them. Obviously, you outgrow the cartoons like Barney because those songs you once knew from memory have become annoying. Other things you can’t outgrow, because they still bring you joy, like Robin Williams’s Genie.

Of course, you fear the reboots. At least, I fear most of them. Quite a few don’t get the point, while a few, like the remarkable Ducktales cartoon, understand why we loved the original in the first place and get their new twist. The Jumanji sequel is another great example of adding a new interpretation. But we fear the soulless corporate executive that mandates a new lick of paint and a recycled script, believing we are foolish enough to fall for the same routine.

Sometimes we are. Let’s admit it. We get suckered in because we trust that a creator handling something from our childhood understands the heart. And sometimes a creator gets it. They know why we fell in love with the first place.

What’s worse than reboots are when the news corrupts what you love. The most recent thing has been pedestals falling. An actor, writer or creator comes out as a jerk or a creep, and you in good conscience cannot support them. Or you watch clips guiltily and wonder if you’re…