Not sure if it's been posted, but this guy has a pretty thunk provoking theory.
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Mass Effect? You mean Canadian Deep Space Nine?
Halo's Paramount adaptation is being written by the sort of people who view Halo with the same exact brand of disdain that Paul Verhoeven regarded Heinlein's Starship Troopers with; as an apologia for fascism centered on the trials and travails of sexless and ascetic brutes.
Picture reading Halo through a progressive lens, and you'll see what these people see, which is basically Republican Space Rangers.
I'm gonna try doing a quick analysis of Halo from the perspective of a pretentious film school turd. Ready? Go.

Master Chief is basically an uptight jackboot thug WASP redneck; the type to make a girlfriend wear a promise ring and then never actually fuck her because he believes in abstinence before marriage, and then go off on deployment and die and leave her a sobbing mess, forever unsullied by his cock. He's basically an asexual shaven-head monk in power armor, and that's what the Gregorian chants are for; to create a sense of religious reverie in the audience of Republican WASP turds who like playing violent, trashy FPS games where they blow people's heads off for the crime of being slightly different from them. Who would even bother reading the source material or playing the games? It's fascist, xenophobic jackboot trash.
Cortana, the boobalicious AI trapped in Master Chief's head, basically exists as an unattainable sex object whose sole purpose is to create frustration. The sexuality of Master Chief is that of a castrated rapist, ejaculating bullets into Grunts and Elites because he cannot ejaculate cum into Cortana. Audiences these days can't have that. They're all progressive and stuff, and Halo is aggressively regressive
caveman blam blam kill you and beat your head in with the butt of mah rifle trash, so instead of having world-building about overcomplicated Forerunner shit that nobody cares about, or 80s action movie one-liners and male bonding with locker-room ass slapping that goes nowhere, they're going to get the show they deserve, with characters who are overtly, grossly sexual and insufferable gossips.
This is literally what people mean when they say
we're doing Halo stuff, but for people who don't like Halo. It's what 343 Industries mean by it.
It wasn't a Mass Effect script. This is just how severely libtarded science fiction authors write; with a focus on the dynamics of interpersonal relationships over world-building, continuity, self-consistency, and common fucking sense. That's why Halo 4, for instance, is mostly a character study of Master Chief. In Bungie's Halo, the origins of the Spartans were never actually elaborated upon in the games in great detail, only alluded to. In 343i's Halo, they shove it in the viewer's face. "Wait, but what does it actually
mean for us to inhabit the body of a super-powerful, kinda sociopathic, damaged manchild in power armor? What about all that Ender's Game-ish child soldier business in Nylund's books? How would people react to being in Master Chief's presence and stuff?"
It doesn't fucking matter! All of these overtures miss the essential point, best summarized as
shoot alien fall down go boom. Halo is a chimp story, not a bonobo story. Halo isn't about kissing and hugging and fucking and sitting around pondering one's crippling existential dread. It's about the catharsis of chimping out and blowing aliens' heads clean off their fucking shoulders with heavy ordnance. You don't send a bonobo-person to write a story for chimp-people. You don't send Steven Kane, whose writing credits include American Dad and Curb Your Enthusiasm, to write a story for the small screen that should have been adapted for the big screen by Neill Blomkamp, or literally anyone else.
Halo is, and should be, John McTiernan-level action fluff. The whole formula falls apart when you slow down the plot for navel-gazing "BUT WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?" moments, or, god forbid, Game of Bones-style shots of bare bodies and sexual grunting. That's not fucking Halo. Halo is Aliens. It's Predator. It's Lethal Weapon. It's true 1980s lead-poisoned action film swagger, right out of the starting gate. One of the very first scenes in Halo is an obvious Sergeant Apone expy telling us all about the fine art of strangling aliens with their intestines.
Halo players literally would not mind if the entire TV show was all action sequences without any cringy, retarded dialogue. There are people watching clips from Paramount's Halo show on YouTube right now, who are literally commenting "I wish the whole show was just this, and nothing else" about the action scenes. Trust me when I say that they damn well mean it, too.
Paramount's Halo is proof that you can go to film school and come out of the experience completely fucking retarded. The fans know better, and we're not buying your garbage, Paramount. Fuck off.