But what is worse than Ready Player One’s predictability is its pervasive immaturity, which bleeds into hostility. Engineered as a backward Corinthians in which audiences are actively discouraged from putting childish things away, the film fuels the worst aspects of fan culture. It is not enough, say, to be interested in Atari to live a full and meaningful life. You must know every game produced for the system, the cheat codes, the serial numbers, the hidden meaning behind those serial numbers and the blood type of its designer. Trivia is scripture, and the path to enlightenment can only be found in your basement, staring at the screen and smashing action figures against one another.
Yeah pretty much.