Despite what seemed like an announcement yesterday, it’s still unclear whether the BBC is really working on a big-screen version of Doctor Who, with mooted-director David Yates’ comments on the subject seemingly contradicted by those working on the show within 24 hours. But if it is true, there are certain things that should be borne in mind by Yates and everyone else involved.
With Eddie Murphy stepping down as the host of next year’s Oscars after producer Brett Ratner resigned, old hand Billy Crystal has been tapped to act as Master of Ceremonies at the biggest Hollywood bash of the year. But… why? Do the Oscars really need a host in the traditional sense?
Sometimes, I think about how frustrating it must be to work in television. You spend all season planning out your plots, how to lace them in and out of episodes without making anything seem too obvious or unsubtle, and when you finally create an episode where the denouement seems to be both unexpected and make total sense, you have to watch in horror as everything gets given away by the “Previously on” recap before the credits.
It’s weird the way that the movie year breaks down differently from the real world. Instead of Fall, Winter, Spring and Summer, we’ve got the Holiday Season, the Awards Season, the Season Where Movies Are Dumped, and Summer. Or, as I’ve started to refer to it, the Transmedia Season… which may be part of the problem.
I had an odd reaction to the news that Fox’s Bones has been renewed for a seventh season earlier this week: The feeling that, finally, things could start wrapping up and coming to an end in a sensible, graceful manner. Why was that so odd, you may ask? Because no-one involved with the show has even hinted that Bones‘s seventh year will be its last. It’s just my wishful thinking.
Like everyone else, every now and again, I think of a movie or a television adaptation that just seems so perfect that I can’t imagine that it’s never actually happened, and internally convince myself that I am some undiscovered genius of the medium. And then, like last night, I accidentally imagine what would be the worst comic movie possible.
I think it was the news that the follow-up to Tron: Legacy was moving ahead, despite the relative disappointment of last year’s 20-years-after-the-fact sequel, that made me really stop and think: When will we all stop paying attention to the box office?
I’ll admit it: The new Green Lantern footage that premiered at Wondercon – Is it a trailer? I guess it’s a trailer, right? – was much more Green Lantern-y than the first scenes we’d seen from the movie, and much more comforting to fans of the character as a result. Should Warners have waited so long before showing off Oa and the Corps to the world?
There’s something depressingly familiar about the rumors that NBC’s The Event is destined for cancellation before the end of its first season. After all the hype and hope of the show’s launch, audiences and critics alike failed to care enough to ensure a second year. Still, at least it made it further than Undercovers, cancelled before it even reached mid-season. Why can’t NBC draw a genre audience anymore?
With fears of nuclear meltdown in Japan following last weekend’s terrible earthquake and tsunami, it’d be nice to think that Hollywood wasn’t already working on how to cash-in on our newest fears. Nice, but let’s face it, probably very unlikely.
Am I the only one who got the strangest feeling of deja vu when I read that 17th Precinct, the new NBC pilot created by Battlestar Galactica‘s Ron Moore, will star Battlestar Galactica‘s Jamie Bamber and James Callis of… Battlestar Galactica? Is history repeating for anyone else, and if it is, is that a good thing or not?
Is there a word for the opposite of anticipation? Is dread really the word I’m looking for? Whatever the correct term would be for what I’m feeling, Thursday’s casting news for NBC’s Wonder Woman brought that feeling out in spades. Why isn’t anyone else getting DC Comics deja vu about the car-crash this project is turning into?