The Discovery Channel has failed my kids. So have National Geographic and BBC.
You can't produce documentaries that will enthrall my boys with amazing accounts of
dinosaurs and prehistoric creatures and then not have the merchandising to back it up.
What's a mom supposed to do when her son wants a Postosuchus toy for Christmas? When he wants to be a Mosasaur for Halloween? When he wants a Megalodon t-shirt?
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| Batman's drawing of a Mosasaur |
Sure, your documentaries are awesome. Because of them, I now know that the Quetzalcoatlus was the largest creature to ever fly. Deinosuchus was one of the largest prehistoric crocodiles to ever live. And Guanlong is a lesser known relative of the Tyrannosaurus. Not because I've watched these shows, but because my son has watched them and shared his equally vast and obscure knowledge with me.
(Note: when I say that my son and I "know" these things, I'm of course using that term loosely, since these crazy paleontologists are always changing their minds. Was the T. Rex a predator or a scavenger? Make up your mind, peeps, or at least stop pretending like you know the answer.)
But the real issue here is not about how awesomely produced your documentaries are. The point is we have a real merchandising problem.