Sci-fi is in trouble, though it's not the kind of trouble that can be measured at the box office, where it looks as healthy and robust as a T. rex must have seemed five minutes before it realized that there was nothing left to eat. The genre has been around for as long as the movies themselves, and flourished for the last 30 years. The problem is, none of the ideas are getting any newer. Scratch that: The problem is, there are no ideas.
Perhaps there no new ideas in Hollywood, but there are plenty on bookstore shelves. I'd like to see a Ken MacLeod novel adapted for the screen. Or maybe something by Bruce Sterling. Or Charles Stross. Or Peter Watts. Or . . .