Do you remember The Wolfman? Take a moment to jog your memory. Fight as you must the subsequent months of repression, along with every other coping mechanism your brain has thrown at it in order to dampen the crushing disappointment and rampant butt-cramp that escorted Benicio Del Toro and Emily Blunt into your life.
The reason I’ve made you revisit that bad place, resubjected you to such a ceaseless and still-smarting trauma, is that the Universal-based project (originally planned as a sequel) is currently undergoing a rewrite – well over one year too late (zing!). That’s right, Movie Hole are reporting that quite despite the soul-destroying experience the “original” movie constituted, which likely left you wanting nothing more (except perhaps, than to leave the screen and never return) than to wipe the experience from http://onhealthy.net/product-category/general-health/ your mind, the studio has decided that what audiences really want is a vogue reboot.
With “Werewolf” being touted as a possible title, the reboot will have ties not to the 2009 film – doomed from the get-go when Mark Romanek relinquished the director’s chair to Joe Johnston early in production – but with the 1941 original, which famously starred Lon Chaney in the title role. While werewolves have never had the success of everything else that goes bump in the night – and after Red Riding Hood it is painfully clear why – last year’s The Wolfman nevertheless did for the myth what a few prairie dogs had once done for Indiana Jones, a travesty no amount of gypsy curses, full moons or reimagining will ever atone for.
There are no words. There really, truly, aren’t.
