Hollywood sticks its fetid cock into the gaping harpoon wound of classic literature, makes MOBY DICK for retards
On the upside, at least it’s not a crappy 70’s TV show or campy 80’s horror movie. On the downside, it’s an adaptation of Herman Melville’s Moby Dick to be directed by Timur Bekmambetov – the Kazakhstani explosteur responsible for this summer’s completely incomprehensible Wanted – from a screenplay by Adam Cooper and Bill Collage, the writers who brought us 2004’s Olsen Twins vehicle New York Minute.
They wrote a fucking Olsen Twins movie. Now they’re adapting Melville.
Of course Cooper and Collage will be XTREMING the epic tome up for the unwashed McCain-voting masses. In addition to such liberties as equipping the eponymous sea mammal with rocket launchers, jet packs and a giant robot claw, the guys who failed in their attempt to make the Olsen Twins viable for the big screen have a Queer Eye makeover in mind for Captain Ahab, who “will be depicted more as a charismatic leader than a brooding obsessive” (yes that’s an actual quote, per Variety).
Uh-huh. Because, you know, there’s really no need to sweat a little detail like THE WHOLE FUCKING POINT OF THE NOVEL. This really begs the question: Why even call it Moby Dick? Melville didn’t invent whales, if the only point here is to make a CGI whale movie why not just come up with your own spin and call it WHALESPLOSION or DETHORKA or fucking BLOW HOLE? Wait, there was already a movie called Blow Hole. Jeff Stryker’s in it, it’s really good. But back to my point: The intended audience for this movie – retarded people, idiots, UFC fans – has no clue that there’s a novel called Moby Dick, or even that there are such things as novels. They can’t read and probably won’t even know what whales are until you explain it to them. So why go through all this effort to piss off people like me – who might actually care, and have nothing better to do with their time than complain about this sort of shit on the internet – when you can come up with your own brand-spankin’ new franchise-worthy intellectual property? Seriously. I am asking you. YOU. Why?
Here are a few additional idiotic quotes from co-screenwriter Adam Cooper – whose only other writing credit on IMDB besides the aforementioned Anorexia Twins abortion was the 2006 box office failure Accepted:
“Our vision isn’t your grandfather’s ‘Moby Dick…”
Thanks. Because after years of therapy I’ve finally gotten over the childhood trauma associated with my grandfather’s “moby dick.”
“This is an opportunity to take a timeless classic and capitalize on the advances in visual effects to tell what at its core is an action-adventure revenge story.”
And thanks for confirming that you haven’t bothered to read the novel. Adam Cooper, you may well be a great guy in real life. You probably have a wife and kids and/or gay partner you’re supporting with your writing, you’re probably voting for Obama and drive a hybrid, hell maybe you even donate half your money to cancer patients or burn victims, and Crom bless ya for sticking to it and succeeding in a town that paves its streets with the dashed dreams of creative hopefuls, because no matter what naysayers like me might think about your work, at least you’re doing what you want to do in life, and that in and of itself is an achievement we can all admire. So please don’t take this the wrong way when I say that I hope you die of AIDS.
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7 Comments, Comment or Ping
Chuck
Wow. You are a genius. It’s really cool to wish that people die of AIDS. You should be careful though — I’ve seen people get smacked with pretty big slander suits for this kind of stuff. Just an FYI.
Sep 24th, 2008
Fruitpie
Yeah. You could get sued for this saying this shit, but I bet he’s a big homo. And I bet you’re a big homo too, CMAC.
Sep 24th, 2008
bucket489
CMAC is not a homo. He’s a fat guy who hides behind his computer!
Sep 24th, 2008
Phantom
True ‘dat, Bucket.
Sep 24th, 2008
CMAC
Thanks for the internet legal advice Chuck, but I didn’t say he’s DYING of AIDS; I said I HOPE he dies of AIDS. I can hope for anything I want. For instance right now I’m hoping that your entire family goes down in a plane crash. My hoping that it happens doesn’t make it so. I can’t will it into existence, but I can certainly daydream about it. My hope to start crapping out gold bullion later this afternoon isn’t good enough reason to go Ferrari shopping.
Also, if you had bothered to read/process any of the words leading up to that statement, you would’ve realized that the closing comment – while admittedly (and unabashedly) in poor taste – was entirely facetious. I’m reminded of this recent essay by Roger Ebert speculating that we’re entering an age of credulity. I’d suggest you read it, but I have no reason to believe that you’d understand it
http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2008/09/this_is_the_dawning_of_the_age.html
Sep 24th, 2008
db
Actually C-Mac isn’t fat at all.
Sep 24th, 2008
DA
It’s true, Bucket489, CMAC is not fat. I’ve met him. He’s actually as skinny as you are stupid.
Sep 27th, 2008
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