With the pulp horror graphic novel The Rattler, writer Jason McNamara (Short Hand, First Moon) and artist Greg Hinkle tell a story of loss, guilt, madness, desperation, obsession, and violence that is punctuated with surprising turns and graphic and unnerving imagery. The book feels like a Twilight Zone episode that the censors refused to make and in our exclusive interview, we talk to the creators about the personal connection to this story, the long process to finish this story, and the decision to take this completed work to Kickstarter. (more…)
Alex Raymond created the Flash Gordon character 80 years ago, launching a comic strip that ran — in one form or another – for almost 70 years until the early aughts. There were also three films made in the late 30s and early 40s and a handful of live action and animated television projects that have dotted the landscape for the last 60 years, but despite all of that history, I’m hung up on the campy 1980s live action film and so are you, and that’s why we’re likely going to hate the news that the Flash Gordon reboot now has a pair of shiny new writers (literally), bringing J.D. Payne and Patrick McKay aboard to put words in Ming the Merciless’ mouth.
Gordon’s alive? Unfortunately, yes.
The story goes like this: The Hateful Eight, Quentin Tarantino’s latest script, found its way to the open air, leaking out after the director had shared it with a few members of his inner circle. This infuriated the Pulp Fiction helmer, causing him to take his ball (script) and go home. Maybe the western would become a novel, maybe it would someday become a movie again, but for the time being, Tarantino was moving on.
Enter… all of the internet, who reported on the leak and Tarantino’s decision to push the project to the back burner. No harm, no foul. That’s kind of the internet’s jam, but Gawker not only reported on the leak, they reportedly linked to another site that had posted the leaked script and then they closed their article with, “For better or worse, the document is 146 pages of pure Tarantino. Enjoy!”, prompting Tarantino to sue them for “contributory copyright infringement”, a suit that was dismissed yesterday, though it is entirely possible that this is merely a speed bump and not a brick wall in Tarantino’s quest. (more…)
Me and Veronica Mars used to be friends, a long time ago, but I… would be lying if I said that I hadn’t thought of her lately at all.
For the last year, the campaign has been the story. Rob Thomas did the impossible, resurrecting Veronica Mars – his long-cancelled and cult-adored teen-PI television series — with the help of series star Kristen Bell, the majority of the original cast, Warner Bros, and 91,585 fans on Kickstarter, who shelled out $5,702,153 (far exceeding the campaign’s $2 million dollar goal) to make this all happen.
In that time, some have debated the morality of what they perceive to be a big studio essentially begging for charity while fans of other shuttered TV shows swelled up with envy before pondering whether their beloved shows might return in the same magical way. Veronica Mars fans? They’ve been over in the corner plotzing and counting down the days until Veronica Mars: The Movie got its release date, rendering this glorious year of anticipation and all the frustrating and rumor filled years that preceded it as nothing more than prologue.
So, now that we’re here, where are we? (more…)
The interweb denizens over at Hip Plasma Shedders (Bleeding Cool) have heard the winds whisper, and those winds (aka sources) are saying that the Fantastic Four reboot that FOX was planning may be in a state of distress with director Josh Trank on his way out the door and Simon Kinberg’s script on the way to the paper shredder. To make matters worse, the cast — which seemed set in stone weeks ago — may also be in flux, meaning that you might have blown a blood vessel over Kate Mara’s diminutive stature or peppered your anti-Michael B. Jordan rants with assurances that you aren’t a racist for no reason at all.
Malformed freaks, the end of hope, and the beginning of desperation — that’s both the world that Neil Druckmann and the team over at Naughty Dog constructed with its beautiful and lush game, The Last of Us, and an accurate representation of past video game film adaptations, but now, Druckmann is going to take a stab at the impossible by turning The Last of Us into a movie.
Apparently, Tim Allen is part Viking.
According to Deadline, Sony has shelled out a million dollars to buy a script called Winter’s Knight from people who have never sold a script before. The script is an origin story about the fictional viking adventures of Santa Claus, as opposed to the very real, urine soaked adventures of a mall Santa Claus. The writer’s names are Ben Lustig and Jake Thornton and everyone else at Starbucks working on their shitty scripts can SUCK IT! (more…)
It’s been a long and grueling wait, but it seems like we will finally get a chance to feast our eyes on the gritty and grey visual splendor that is the Sin City: A Dame to Kill For traier… tomorrow. (more…)
Shia LaBeouf seems like a man who is running through the woods while on fire; his whole world building to an inferno as tears of flame trail behind him, igniting the brush. Maybe LaBeouf can’t see or sniff out the destruction with that bag on his head, but when he finally removes it after he’s done finding out what being on fire feels like, everything that he has made and been given may resemble a pile of ash because nothing is as flammable as fame.
This assumes, of course, that LaBeouf will remove that bag. That he will bounce back and not foul out of life as so many have before, but to assume that, we have to take a leap of faith that this all started out as a controlled burn and that LaBeouf didn’t spontaneously combust a few months ago when he released 50 unstoppable megatons of whatever-the-hell-this-is into the ether.
Personally, I don’t think that LaBeouf is crazy. I buy that this is some kind of bonkers artistic statement — from the anima of HowardCantour.com that he nicked from Daniel Clowes to the sky apology and this exhibition where he sat like the world’s most over-exposed Buckingham Palace Guard while people visually and verbally prodded at him as he unknowingly or un-caringly sat shiva over his career — but I really don’t think it matters because weird is weird, this is unquestionably that and it has been judged as such by the masses. (more…)
I’m fairly certain that Game of Thrones man-mountain Jason Mamoa’s pecks have their own SAG card, but the actor has revealed that he is, essentially, bored with the kind of roles that ask him to half disrobe and say few words.
In a new interview with Zap2It (and if you click that hyperlink, by golly, you can) Mamoa goes into detail about his push against typecasting and how it led to him turning down a chance to play Drax the Destroyer in Guardians of the Galaxy. (more…)