It’s approaching that time when a new iteration of a thing, in this case Arrested Development, suffers blowback, handwringing, and skepticism from its legions of fans who’ve built up a skin of cynicism protecting their taste—a questionable sense that they’d call discerning and I’d call entitled—from the pain of disappointment.
It’s easy to say everything sucks, or will suck, or at this very minute is sucking. These are the kind of opinions that get compared to assholes. Perhaps cynicism is a byproduct of irony.
Whatever happens with remakes or reboots or continuations doesn’t really matter since the source material is still there. So as a fan it’s only important to be right. To hedge your bets by claiming something new will suck. Optimism makes you vulnerable. This way, if it’s bad you can partake in the “told you so” JO-brag. If it’s actually good then you just pretend its bad and focus on some esoteric aspect. “It’s only funny when you don’t know Will Arnet and Michael Cera”. It’s more fun to be elitist than actually enjoy something that was made for you. Because enjoying it admits that your treasured indie darling has been co-opted for profit and you’re no longer a curator of marginalized pop culture but a targeted demographic.