Ugh, there’s going to be a new Death Note movie? As if the Japanese live-action films weren’t awful enough.
I just don’t get this obsession with maniacally adapting stories into every damned medium under the sun. Just wait ’til the Death Note Movie Novelization comes out (graphic or otherwise) as prelude to the launch of the weekly television series (live action or otherwise). And perhaps some truly scary creature will go so far as to novelize the inevitable video game(s) to follow.
Just look at the horror spawned by the Resident Evil movie franchise. (Sacrilage, I tell you!) Look what DC did to Vertigo — pimping her out to the networks like a two-dollar whore. And does anyone else remember those crappy “JP” comics from the 1990s? Topps nearly succeeded in turning those into a Saturday-morning cartoon.
Bottom line: those original stories ought to be treasured for the gems they truly are, let substance and style determine the means of delivery, and if a Death Note movie absolutely must be made, there could be no better Ryuk than Dee Snider.
Mrs. Doubtfire is actually pretty creepy from a mother’s perspective. It’s a wonder the uncle DIDN’T make that bodysuit out of Grandma stitched with bits from the court liason crone, and that the movie DIDN’T end with Robin Williams’s character wearing his ex-wife’s skin to slaughter the remaining members of his family before fleeing to some tropical getaway in the company of Aunt Jack. But I suppose the PG-13 rating may have had something to do with it.
Come to think, I could just as easily see Mrs. Doubtfire ending like Schramm.