Laziness is a disease that we all fall ill of at some point in our lives. For some, this sickness lasts merely hours, and for others it is a plague that can run rampant throughout their lives.

Call me Dr. York, because I feel that Hollywood should be diagnosed with one of the worst cases of laziness since President George W. Bush was elected to a second term.

Millions, no billions, wait.trillions of dollars pour into the movie industry every year through various box-office sales, advertisements (or product placements) and DVD sales. Yet, recently Hollywood has done their audiences a terrible injustice after a slough of remakes drowns the market of possible movies to watch weekly.

Looking at this year alone, I can come up with at least five titles off the top of my head that have been released or are currently in production: “Clash of the Titans,” “A Nightmare on Elm Street,” “Tron” (possibly a sequel), “Red Dawn,” and “The Karate Kid.”

This is not to project whether the movies will be good, bad or better than the originals, and instead, I want to ask why.

Some things are just better if they are left alone. At a certain point it demeans the originals by producing a remake. Remakes basically tell the viewer that the movies they used to love need to be fixed so they can love them all over.

Of course, the argument boils down to the Benjamins. Movie industry executives become lazy and find it to be easier to make money off thoughts that have already been developed in the past. Yes, they have twists and differences, but the plot and characters are nearly the same.

We the viewers could also be blamed for this atrocity. We see the trailers and hear the hype surrounding these colossal films and want to watch them merely to judge them compared to their original counter parts.

Perhaps the most disgusting part about the remake is the films that are chosen to be remakes. Very rarely does a film get remade that flew under the radar or did poorly at the box-office. Instead, the films chosen were monster hits or cult classics that are revered and idolized by many other films.

“Death at a Funeral,” starring Chris Rock, Martin Lawrence and Danny Glover, is one title that does not exactly fit the mold of the rest. Recently my roommate expressed a fondness to this movie after he viewed the trailer on iTunes. Many viewers, my roommate included, are unaware that this exact same plot and jokes, as far as I could see, were used for a 2007 movie of the same title featuring an all-British cast.

I was enlightened by the 2007 independent version of the movie when it released to DVD. The remake leaves me questioning just how far will the movie industry go to make a buck.

I once assumed that movies should be given at least a decade to resonate with the population. But “Death at a Funeral,” let us just say it makes a butt out of you and me. Will we soon see the remake of “The Hurt Locker,” “Avatar” or “Up?”

It is my hope that Hollywood finds the cure for laziness. Some remakes are enjoyable but unnecessary. As movie ticket prices continually rise, it begs the question of “just what are we paying for?”

Movie executives need to listen to their mothers more, because I learned very early on that if something isn’t broke, then don’t fix it.