Tell me about yourself: where you come from; what drives you; why you hold yourself in the way that you do; wear that particular style of clothing; why you say “grass” to rhyme with “arse” and not the proper way; why you have that nervous tick where you bounce your foot up and down whenever youāre waiting for an important emailā¦
Now ā and I canāt stress this enough ā please donāt do any of this, my DMs are switched to private and NME has promised not to give out my home address (again), but the naturally enquiring human mind leans towards this type of gubbins. If an individual fascinates us, we instantly want to know more about them. If they refuse to tell us no matter how many times we call them, come to their office, or stand outside their house crying, then the inquisitive among us start to build the story ourselves ā fill in the blanks of what makes that person themā¦ after all, no two turds are exactly alike.
Combine this innate human need with the entertainment industryās tendency to wring every ounce of money-juice out of a successful project until the writers/creators are lying on the floor ā rich, sure, but creatively dehydrated ā and there, ladies and gentlemen, we have the perfect breeding ground for the prequel.

I canāt really remember when I first heard the term prequel, but I will hazard a guess that it was around the time that George Lucas decided to restock his Star Wars merch store, in order to bequeath the world a whole new generation of āErā¦ I think youāll findā¦ā reply guys. Of course, these were characters that millions had invested in and wondered aboutā¦ just how did the Klingons build the Death Star? Was Han Solo really Spockās father? All these questions had been left hanging, and George Lucas and his bank manager decided they needed to be answered.
Much like the trend it had set for space-based movies in its first incarnation (Moonraker, Airplane II), Star Wars looking over its own shoulder made hundreds of other writers, producers, and studios do the same. So, the prequel became a viable option to expand a franchise, giving them not only the opportunity to ruin a story in the traditional, forward facing way (ie a sequel), but also delve into the origins of beloved characters. This is not to say it hadnāt happened before ā hell, of all the successful prequels which have been shoved in our eye holes in the history of entertainment, I think we can count Muppet Babies among the best ā it explained why Miss Piggy uses violence instead of addressing her issues, why Fozzy Bear masks his inner pain with humour, and why Beaker is an angst-riddled wreck.

Sorry ā I got distracted by the Muppets. Anyway, as TV started to lightly elbow movies off the top of the podium, streaming services became hungry ā and prequels began to focus on characters whoād been on the periphery in the original show. No more āYoung thisā or āSuch and such: the early yearsā, as writers began to lock on to the supporting characters who had set their minds ablaze ā either suggesting a rich inner life on the page or being brought to life by the perfect casting.
Enter Better Call Saul, and a new phase for the prequel ā a richly told, beautifully acted, intricately plotted piece of artistry with Bob Odenkirk at the centre, depicting a story which we as an audience hadnāt even considered, but which certainly lived up to our hopes of who we wanted Saul to be.

But, guess what? This worked, so more prequels were given the green light ā prequels about the characters who were standing just to the side of the shot in the source material, maybe a little bit out of focus. And so, we arrive at Ratched, released on Netflix last week ā the origin story that no one asked for about the sadistic nurse from One Flew Over the Cuckooās Nest. But thatās not to say it canāt be a worthwhile addition to the canon, right?
It looks stunning ā itās like a pastel-coloured nightmare, a brightly-frosted wedding cake, only when you cut into it, cockroaches crawl out. But itās missing something, and this is the point. Itās not enough to search for a cult character, throw some weight, a big-hitting name and a budget behind it, and then depend on the success of its source material in order to draw in audiences and critical applause. The piece needs to have something to say in and of itself, or better still, enhance the original story. Sometimes ā most of the time ā it doesnāt work (just ask Jar Jar Binks). Maybe itās time we looked for some new ideas, and stopped trying to eke out the old, tried and tested ones.
In the next column, how I came up with the idea for this column.
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