“I wish you knew what you were talking about,” he tells one. “I listened more than any other person behind the Trek franchise has EVER listened. And guess what? Glad I did becuase [sic] it lead [sic] to 2 biggest Trek’s [sic] ever.” He then challenges said commenter to “pitch me a plot,” and when said target mentions the Indiana Jones movies in his response, he gets this little tantrum:
Shitty Dodge. STID has infinetly [sic] more social commentary than Raiders in every Universe, and I say that with Harrison Ford being a friend. You lose credibility big time when you don’t honestly engage with the FUCKING WRITER OF THE MOVIE ASKING YOU AN HONEST QUESTION. You prove the cliche of shitty fans. And rude in the process. So, as Simon Pegg would say: FUCK OFF!
And so on, and so on. Let’s be clear: no good can come from this kind of thing. Yes, the transparency of the Internet has done considerable damage to the wall that has existed for so long between creators and fans. Anyone with a Tumblr can air his or her grievances against a new film or a television show; anyone with a YouTube account can make a video to point out everything that’s wrong with a recent hit. Writers, directors, and actors are on Twitter, and (if they choose to engage) fans can tweet right at them with their praise, their questions, and (most often) their criticisms. Comic conventions have slowly transformed into marketing events, with fans ponying up good money to watch commercials and tweet promotional information, in exchange for the opportunity to see their favorites (relatively) up close and personal, and to pose whatever question or confess whatever adoration floats through their head by the time they reach the front of the microphone line.
The motives of the creators, rest assured, are not entirely pure. Fan conventions and social media presence are, if nothing else, marketing tools; the inappropriate weirdos and random, creepy @-replies are the cost of doing business (as are, it seems, the rapidly encroaching tidal wave of fan entitlement). But creative types also have a responsibility to be rise above nattering, bitchy fans. Sure, it must be annoying to write a movie and have its presumptive target audience turn on it. But there’s no honor in going into comment sections and telling “shitty fans” to “FUCK OFF.” You gotta be better than that, Bob Orci.
Because make no mistake, this article wasn’t delivered to Bob Orci’s doorstep. He went looking for a fight. He had to find this article and decide to engage with it, and he admits as much: “don’ [sic] take me too seriously. if you’ve been on this board for the lar [sic] 5 years (as I have beeb [sic]) you know that twice a year I explode at the morons. today, there seemed to be a congregation, so it seemed like a good time.” News flash, Mr. Orci: it’s never a “good time” to “explode at the morons.” (I know grammar and spelling rules are presumed lighter and looser in online comments sections, but this guy sure writes like someone who penned two Transformers movies.) Let the fans have their place to congregate and complain. You’re friends with Harrison Ford. Don’t you have better things to do?