Zeek had me literally LOL with a ‘Nuff Said post the other day. Go see it. It’s worth it. Trust me. š
Which reminded me that I had several sort of related quote clippings that I needed to clean out of the old files and this would be a good time to do it.
I ran across this item several weeks ago and just couldn’t stop staring. Seriously. The odd thing is, I think I have a link to something onĀ the actual book somewhere around here. I’ll have to dig aroundĀ and get back to you:
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies Movie Moving Forward
The answer to the question of how you get your boyfriend to a chick flick is right here. Pride and Prejudice and Zombies has been tapped for the big screen.
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is moving ahead on becoming a feature length movie. A strange combination of English romance novel with a flesh eating twist.
Natalie portman will play lead in the Jane Austen zombie fest.
David O’Russel is set to direct the movie with such titles as Tree Kings and I Heart Huckabees to his name.
What do you think? Should this classic novel be left to a reading material or is this the new generation of screen writing combining a classic love story with a bizzare twist in the mix to create a movie so unthinkable that it actually could work?
via Pride and Prejudice and Zombies Movie Moving Forward.
And then there’s this from an article about Brad Pitt possibly doing a new Dracula movie. Yeah, I know. Boggles the mind. Read the article in full though after you read theĀ clip that caught my attention:
Bram Stoker just happened to come across the name Dracula — associated with the prince — while working on his classic novel. And he liked it so much he used it as the name of his title character. That’s it! Period. End of story. While it’s all very romantic to ascribe some mythology or backstory to the character, those who do so are really missing the point of what makes Stoker’s novel great — it’s a lurid potboiler examining male anxiety in Victorian England; and it’s a horror novel that happens to depict, uniquely and perhaps unintentionally, a fear that polite society, in those days, dare not speak of — that as England became more mannered, more civilized, more sophisticated, Eastern European “savages” would take away its women.
Dracula is not, has never been, and never will be, a romance novel or a tale of action. Two things that Hollywood seems determined to covince people it is.