Regardless of whether you love or hate that flick and I'm so very far into the hate that I bear a grudging admiration...it just does not need to be remade. Or even rethunkabout. If you know what I mean.
I know exactly what you mean. I don't like any of Ferrara's movies, and that one was deliberately repellant. I have a hard time seeing how Herzog can fit his vision into that one. But I also don't know why Nicholas Cage still has a career as an actor.
Maybe it's another Incident at Loch Ness, but you gotta admit, Herzog is the "do that" director.
I'm still holding out hope for
so-bad-it's-funny appalling
I don't like any of Ferrara's movies
Oy. My feeling after each one has been, "Dude. If life sucks so hard, take a nap for goodness sake. Here's a lolly. Want a hug?"
Not because I think we should avoid the harder edges...by no means...but his worldview seems sooo desolate that the fact that he has children troubles me.
It will be interesting to see what sort of train-wreck comes of the Herzog/Cage pairing. Worse than Wicker Man? Es pos-EEE-blay.
And speaking of Neil Labute and, by extension, Todd Solondz...they should go into peer counseling with Ferrara. Their sooper sekrit motto would start with "It's a cruel, cruel world."
Hm. I'm fascinated by my own vehemence over these guys. I won't deny their talent, but yeeesh, that genre...whatever it may be called...really pings me.
I wish I knew Russian, as I feel certain that language has a word for the concept of "possessed of a quality so bleak and joyless that it saps one's will to live."
"possessed of a quality so bleak and joyless that it saps one's will to live."
That's IT!
And perfectly timed Matt, to coincide with my new tagline which comes from the 11th Hour promo on CBS.
I'm irked!
And perfectly timed Matt, to coincide with my new tagline which comes from the 11th Hour promo on CBS.
That's from
The Mentalist.
I wish I knew Russian, as I feel certain that language has a word for the concept of "possessed of a quality so bleak and joyless that it saps one's will to live."
I don't know; it sounds more likely to be a German word. In my (admittedly limited) experience with actual Russians and USians who grew up with Russian immigrant parents, they often manage the weird balancing act of being both very gloomy and oddly exuberant about the depths of their gloom. Not just sad and hopeless, but extravagantly, poetically, positively vibrantly sad and hopeless.
That's from The Mentalist.
Right you are, Sir!
See how irked I am? IRKED.