I’ve got good news and bad news.
The good news is, it looks like Pippi Longstocking and Uncle Fester have heeded the call of outrage (MY outrage) and abandoned their plans to mutilate David Mitchell’s Cloud Atlas (for now.)
The bad news is, they’ve moved on to something worse. Much, much worse. It pains me to even think about it, so I’ll let I Watch Stuff do the talking:
With Ridley Scott’s version still fresh in our minds, Warner Bros. is already set to give the premise another shot with a modern, urban take on the Robin Hood myth, to be written and directed by the Wachowskis. Will Smith has reportedly already been contacted about playing this heroic robber of the gentrifiers, which I’ll take to mean he’s already negotiating to get his son in this as Will Scarlet.
If you needed any further proof that the Wachowskis are terrible filmmakers, you just got it. Signed, sealed, delivered. This idea is so abhorrent, it boggles my mind. A move like this can only be motivated by money. Money and stupidity. Besides, everyone knows there is only one true Robin of Locksley, and that is curly-locked, pre-Waterworld Kevin Costner. Everything I do, Kevin. Everything I do…
