The worst part about being born in the mid to late 80s is that people my age have never quite had a very definitive generational definition. There are 60s flower children, 70s disco freaks, 80s neon fanny-pack enthusiasts, and then everything sort of petered out around around 1994, when neon stopped being cool. My generation went straight from post Cold War ennui to post 9/11 paranoia, and popular culture in the 00s was either 80s nostalgia (which I was too young for) or extremism on either side of the political spectrum (which is always lame, ex: Marvel’s Civil War crossover). But with the spread of broadband access and the rise of mobile Internet, identity thieves are scarier than terrorists. Instantanious worldwide communication is the new norm, and Hollywood has only recently realized that the Internet is neither a fad nor a sub-culture.
“The Social network” is a story of trust and betrayal, genius and cunning, and friendship and business. It
Is it factually accurate? Probably not, but it’s thoroughly enjoyable. “The Social Network” isn’t a monument to a new generation, but a signpost signifying that Generation Web has finally come to maturity.
AND NOW AN ASIDE!
When I review a movie, I usually have an IMDB page open to make sure that I’m spelling the character’s names right and such. Well, looking for “The Social Netork” on IMDB not only turned up The Social Network, a film by David Fincher, but also “Untitled Teen Social Networking Thriller.” I eagerly await that inevitable train wreck.