True confessions time, right now.
I don’t really enjoy reading science fiction.
It’s true. My high school crush (hi, Jon!) once lent me a copy of Isaac Asimov’s Foundation and it took me approximately five eternities to read it because SO BORING.
So I’ve never read Ender’s Game, and I never will, especially now that I know Orson Scott Card is evil.
And the movie?
I’m sorry, but Harrison Ford and magnificent ‘splosions aside, it looks like a boring piece of philosophical crap. Everyone’s like: “Ooooh, but what will happen to the BOY?” And it’s kind of like, “Well, he’ll kill a bunch of aliens and save the world and then maybe be ruined for life but isn’t that better than being on a planet that’s just been murdered by aliens?” Like, yeah, let’s pontificate on this one kid when the entire world is at stake. Sure. Good idea. That doesn’t sound really boring and just get to the alien fighting already!