I guess the only thing one might complain about while reading Ready Player One is the authors obvious intention to appeal to its readers. The fact the book found its way to the big screen confirms the assumption he had a capable manager under whose supervision this happened. Nevertheless, while reading it was fun remembering all those games, music and film, in short, all those cultural references of the 1980s.

And although the writer was in charge of the script, all those fun moments were removed. The end product is a forgettable Hollywood movie about the underdog saving the world while falling in love with a girl.

I can only assume that Steven Spielberg was under pressure from the executives to deliver in terms of return on investment. According to the media reports he succeeded, although not as, for example, Black Panther.