...and otherwise revel in my literary/cultural l33tnessez.
First of all, the Universe is a cruel mistress. It's now November 5th, and I still a) have not seen the Borat movie and b) managed to convince my friends that it is worth seeing.
I first encountered Ali G/Borat/Sacha Cohen whilst living in Japan, when I was put in charge of the Yank lineup for a British/American comedy faceoff held between those two expat groups. Da Ali G show was put forth by the former, which included the scenes where Borat went to the historical renactment park and was nearly lynched by a stadium full of hicks after performing the Kazakh 'national anthem' for them. Good stuff.
Which is why it bugs me that he's being hyped so much over here. Hands off my Brit!Com knowledge l33tness, fellow Americans!
I am further dismayed by the fact that Patrick Suskind's Parfume
is being turned into a movie. I first read that book in middle school, and boy did it creep me out. The idea of it as a Hollywood production creeps me out as well, but on a different level. How are they possibly successfully adapt it for the big screen?
I also hear that The Historian
is in pre-production as well. And here's me with my warm glow of satisfaction, having thought, Finally, a book no one could turn into a movie! >.<
And last but not least, metal_dog5
(I believe it was) has informed me that the His Dark Materials trilogy is to be directed by the guy from the American Pie flicks. (And what a bunch of craptastic celluloid wastage those
movies were.) He's apparently a big fan, but still.
Of course, I was really bitter six years ago when I heard that LotR was being fucked up--excuse me, filmed
again, and far from being a disaster, Jackson's adaptations were heavenly. So perhaps there is hope.
That will be all.