Hollywood keeps raping my childhood.
I was repulsed when Mike Myers starred in The Cat in the Hat. The trailer I saw for it leading into some movie I’d rented made me want to vomit. Lately I’ve been watching the previews on TV for the upcoming Underdog movie I feel another little stab in my heart. Something, if not precious at least memorable has been taken, ripped apart and spewed forth upon the silver screen in the holy name of making money. Then, horror of horrors, I was wandering around IMDB and found out they’re remaking Speed Racer as a live action movie with Emile Hirsch as Speed and Christina Ricci as Trixie. John Goodman plays Pops Racer. Yet another piece of my childhood destroyed. Is there no originality left in Hollywood? Can’t anyone write anything new? I despair….
Hawk (wondering what next will be ravaged)