so how do you feel about fanservice?

A: our collective childhoods have been strip-mined again and again in the name of endlessly regurgitating successful IP that drowns out whatever creativity was left in the entertainment industry, and movies that mindlessly feed us little bits and pieces of things we're already familiar with just to make us salivate on cue like Pavlov's dogs should be shunned by anyone who appreciates quality in their media diet.

B: *long, shuddering exhale, as if fighting back the urge to strangle someone* Listen, you...you cretin. You shell of a man. You wretch of an excuse of a human being. I live in the year of Our Lord Twenty Twenty Three, and in every. Single. DAY. some new existential nightmare is thrust upon me unwillingly, as if it were a flaming turd dropping from a great height directly into my morning's Cheerios. I have lived through a century's worth of crises in the last twenty years. My mental landscape would make Hieronymus Bosch projectile vomit. I have learned not to think too much about the future. I WILL THEREFORE PARTAKE OF WHATEVER GIVES ME SMALL AMOUNTS OF JOY AND SO HELP ME GOD NO DEGREE OF SHAME WILL STOP ME. I will suck the last drops of dopamine from any experience like a starving hyena slurping marrow from a bone. Have I, at last, made myself clear to you? YOU, WHO STAND UPON THE DUNGHEAP OF THE WORLD AND MAKE DEMANDS OF ME? BUT ENOUGH TALK! HAVE AT YOU! *frenzied screaming, wet sounds of rocks hitting meat*

(If your answer is B, you should go see the Super Mario Bros. movie right now. like, NOW. go, my friend. vaya con dios.)