Hollywood has always had a nostalgia problem – but now that the Millennial generation is looking back? It’s a full-blown crisis.

Once upon a time, a reboot or sequel was a special kind of treat – like seeing an old friend at a wedding and getting to relive the glory days for a night. But lately, it’s starting to feel like that friend never left, moved in without asking, and brought a duffel bag full of dusty DVD box sets.

Let’s run down the current list of nostalgia-fueled sequels in the works or out now (deep breath):

• My Best Friend’s Wedding 2
• Happy Gilmore 2
• Coyote Ugly 2
• Freaky Friday 2 (rebranded Freakier Friday, because of course it is)
• Bend It Like Beckham 2
• The Devil Wears Prada 2
• I Know What You Did Last Summer (Again? Do we really need to know?)
• Air Bud Returns (what is he now, on a scooter with a pension?)
• This Is Spinal Tap 2

And now, with the curtain closing on And Just Like That…, the reboot of Sex and the City, we’re left wondering: where does this nostalgia train go next? Straight off a cliff?

We used to ask, “What happened after that perfect ending?” We wanted to know where our favorite characters went. Did Andie Anderson stay in journalism? Did Josie Grossie finally get therapy? Did the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants stop passing around the same jeans in their 40s?

But now, Hollywood’s giving us all the answers – and honestly, we’re starting to regret the questions. Because what started as curiosity has turned into overexposure. These reboots and sequels aren’t giving closure. They’re giving midlife crisis.

Are we about to see a new Dawson’s Creek where everyone’s older, jaded, and yelling at their Gen Alpha kids? I didn’t survive the original series just to come back for three seasons of “Dawson’s Divorce.”

We all love a good throwback. I’ve cried at reunion specials. I’ve rewatched 10 Things I Hate About You more times than I’ve checked my 401k. But there’s a difference between honoring the past and being stuck in it like a scratched DVD.

And yes, I get the business side. Nostalgia sells – Millennial and Xennial audiences show up for familiar titles. We stream, we meme, we tweet like it’s our part-time job. But we also crave originality. We’re the generation raised on fanfiction, DIY culture, and bootleg LimeWire remixes. We want new things too! We’re tired of plotlines built entirely around “remember this!”

Here’s the thing – every sequel eats up space where a new story could’ve been told. For every Coyote Ugly 2, there’s an original script by a queer Latina screenwriter gathering dust. For every Spinal Tap revival, there’s a fresh, weird, risky story about the future – or now – that we’ll never get to see.

Where are the stories about aging women that aren’t just extensions of their 2000s glory days? Where are the stories that don’t start with “remember when?” and end with a revival tour? We keep hearing Hollywood whine about “lack of originality,” but here’s a radical idea: stop handing out sequel deals like trick-or-treat candy and start funding the next Everything Everywhere All at Once instead.

​​And let’s not forget: some of these sequels don’t just fall flat, they actively taint what we loved. Do we really want to know what happened to Elle Woods if she ended up running a Goop-style wellness empire that sells glittery collagen shots? Do we need to see Regina George as a mom influencer who calls everything “iconic” while posting sponsored content for probiotics?

I’m not saying we need to cancel every sequel in production (though Air Bud Returns might be pushing it). But I am saying we need to pause, breathe, and ask ourselves: are we watching because it’s good or because it’s familiar?

The future of storytelling shouldn’t be from a Blockbuster bargain bin. It can’t all be millennial nostalgia. We deserve new legends, new heroines, new ridiculous fashion montages that aren’t just recycled from a 2006 closet.

So go ahead, rewatch your faves. Revisit your comfort movies. But when Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 11: The Menopause Years drops… maybe ask yourself if we’ve gone a reboot too far.