I believe comic-book movies -- and the overweening Comic-Con mentality that has consumed the Hollywood studios -- are strangling the movie industry, in part because these movies are so generic. Which may be why I enjoyed Ant-Man so much.
Right around the point where the titular heroes were laying waste to seemingly endless hordes of robotic drones, with laser beams and rubble and wreckage flying hither and thither, I realized I was having a real hard time staying interested in any of what was happening.
If oil workers could choose, would they choose to work in toxic environments with damaging chemicals, or would they choose to work surrounded by clean air? If people had a choice, what would that choice be?
Watching Lost has always been an act of faith. Polar bears, time travel, everything -- it's one long benefit of the doubt. But something's different this season, some conversion where faith has become Faith.