By Jacob Cordas — Genre fiction is often a trip into disappointment. While I have a deep seated affection for the swashbuckling and screams that make up this world, so much of the time the classics are filled with toxicity that you need to tune out to enjoy the pieces. Modern examples often attempt to avoid these issues by acting like that past toxicity doesn’t exist (i.e. 2003’s Pirates of the Caribbean). Occasionally we’ll get an attempt at modernization, that wants to engage with those elements of the source material but struggles under the weight of the seemingly incompatible goals (i.e. 2016’s Tarzan).