A sweet little book I read a decade ago is becoming a movie, and I am on board.
A gritty, sexy reboot of… Frankenstein? Look guys, the one thing everybody knows about Frankenstein’s monster is that he was ugly as fuck and sewed together out of corpses. I don’t see how you make this sexy.
I cannot be clear enough how terrible a Vince Vaughn/Owen Wilson vehicle about Google is going to be.
Sometimes it’s clear that a movie is being made solely to launch a much more profitable games franchise.