Judging by the early buzz on the final two remakes of the summer it looks as if 3:10 to Yuma may be a reasonably good picture while Invasion may be a bit thin compared to the first two versions of Body Snatchers.
I was talking about remakes to a very bright young woman at Half Price Books today and I decided, about halfway through the conversation, that there's likely a tendency on the part of older people to defend originals and be leery of remakes on general principles. We have a vested interest in the popular culture of our own era.
The real point, though, is that it would be easier to accept remakes in general if most of them were any damned good. At the moment the only great remake I can think of was Body Snatchers number two which had its own vision and integrity. What an amazing use of the original material--to reconfigure it as a comment on the feel good philosphy of the 70s, a form of spiritual death every bit as sinister as the conformity of the 50s.
I mention this because the last time I wrote about remakes I got a few off-line letters wondering if I wasn't just being curmudgenly. I don't think so. It's comparable to too much of neo-noir, the remake business. Just because the cast wears fedoras and all the femmes are of the fatale persuasion doesn't mean that you're doing anything authentic. It just means you're playing dress up. I mean Hwood couldn't even make The Flinstonesor Bewitched any fun. How can we expect them to do better with more serious fare?