Every week, EW will imagine a sequel to a movie that we wish would happen — no matter how unlikely the idea really is.
Fifteen years ago, The Truman Show felt like science fiction. In 1998, the conceit — that a man who, unbeknownst to him, has been living in a giant Hollywood set so that his entire existence could provide easy entertainment for the masses — read like a paranoid fantasy. Bold and imaginative, with just the right balance of the far-fetched and the familiar, it felt like it would’ve been a good fit for The Twilight Zone. Today, it’d be a good fit for Discovery Channel: the idea that millions of Americans would raptly devour a nonstop broadcast of an unexceptional person’s daily life is a given in this post-Snookie age.
Which is why I demand there be a sequel. The universe brought to life by director Peter Weir and writer Andrew Niccol satirized reality TV and social media before most people had even thought of such word combinations. The Truman Show can even claim its very own mental disorder. Imagine where the story could take us now. Besides, Jim Carrey’s already revisiting another of his ’90s masterpieces — why not add this one to the mix?