Its not really that small a genre, but I dearly love the later movies in genre franchises, in a way that is generally completely unjustifiable based on their actual merit. Over the last week, I re-watched the Planet Of The Apes film series with friends, and while the first is still a two-fisted classic, the kind of flick that has its heart in its mouth for the entirety of its running time with absolutely no shame, Im as fond of the sequels as I am of the original, even though none of them are as strong. Partly its that the Dammit, were trying to say something here! feeling in the original lasts for the run of the franchise. (And the last two movies especially deal with race in a way that, for all its clumsiness, is still more honest and forthright than most modern films on the subject ever get.) Partly, its the tortured logic that the writers have to go through with each entry to somehow hold the plot together. Its the latter that appeals to me in stuff like the Nightmare On Elm Street movies, some of the Friday The 13th stuff, and even the Bond films. Not all of these hold true to a single continuity, but most tend to be at least aware enough of what came before to try nodding in that direction, and I love the weird, tenuous conception of reality those nods provide. Its like getting to watch a game of Telephone that starts with Mom kills counselors for revenge and ends up at Slug from hell must be killed by a relative, only instead of just whispering, the end results are thrown up on the big screen.