In reference to not trusting people who don’t watch sci-fi, I have another film school story…
We were watching the Woody Allen segment from the anthology film “New York Stories”, in which his character’s overbearing mother dies and then appears to him as a spirit in the sky constantly harassing him (it’s actually pretty funny, from the days before you start realizing he plays the same character in every movie). As we went around discussing it, one lady said she liked the film all right except for the “unrealistic” parts–by which of course, she meant the visions of Woody Allen’s mother.
“Unrealistic.” This was the word she used. Not like the movies where the mousy girl just needs to take off her glasses and smooth back her hair to be pretty and accepted, or heroes only get shot in the shoulder no matter how many bullets fly around them, or the attractive man and woman who hate each other at the beginning of the movie fall in love by the end…I could, obviously go on. Fortunately, my instructor was wiser and more patient than I, and he debunked her complaint by explaining the “unrealistic” parts were a metaphor, and that fantasy is good for that sort of thing (maybe more real than the “real” stuff?).
People who don’t understand the use of imagination in storytelling completely mystify me.