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11/16/2004: "UNSPEAKABLE, UNSPEAKABLE, MONSTERS!"
That great journalistic pioneer, Ed Anger, coined a phrase to describe a
rage so pure, so white-hot, that it reduced its victim to little more than
a rabid animal. Ed's term for this ferocity, which was so intense that it
dwarfed the mania which seized the Norse warriors known as Berserkers,
was "Pig-biting mad.".
Now, there are quite a few things which make me angry (people who say
"Geneva Convention" - singular - when they mean "Geneva Conventions" -
plural), and there are plenty of people who have enraged me (Professional
idiot, Bill O'Reilly), but I have never been pig-biting mad. Until
today, that is.
A few hours ago I stepped into a book store and saw this:
OK, maybe not exactly that, but that's as close as I can get
without punching my computer's screen the fuck in. Apparently some
scum-jockey has made the loathsome decision to replace the old covers of
the Lemony Snicket Series of Unfortunate Events books with new
covers featuring - bucket, please - Jim Carrey.
That's right, the poster boy for moronic entertainment, Jim Carrey, is
being used to promote what just might be the intelligent series of
children's books ever written. Hello, boys and girls. Can you say "Auto
World"? Sure, I know you could.
Somewhere in the back of my brain I knew that this was going to happen.
A few month's ago I found out that a movie based on the Snicket books was
in the works and that fulltime gutter-licker Carrey had been signed to
play Count Olaf. "What a great idea, "I thought "and while we're at it,
let's film a version of Wuthering Heights with Rob Schneider as
Heathcliff... YOU BASTARDS!"
Look, I'm well aware of the fact that if you pick up a copy of The
Fellowship of the Ring it's probably going to have a picture of Elijah
Wood acting like a nine-year-old girl on the cover. I can deal with that
because LOTR had 30 years to gather readers before Ralph Bakshi took a
Technicolor dump all over it. And I don't care about Harry Potter
because …well because I never cared about Harry Potter.
The Lemony Snicket books are different. Whereas almost every children's
book written over the last forty years has been a sugar-coated happy-fest
aimed building youngsters' self-esteem by destroying their imaginations,
the Snicket books actually treated their readers like tiny human beings.
And the books are jammed packed with literary in-jokes. The lead characters
last name is Baudelaire. There's a character named "Mr. Poe" fer Hubbard's
sake. Those names will stick in the minds of young readers to be retrieved
at a later date. These are books that intelligent, literate parents read to
their kids, Xenudamn it! But that's all about to change, thanks to the
camera-mugging antics of Jim Carrey.
This may be somewhat of an old fashion notion, but I think that a kid
should be able to reach puberty before they come to the realization that
Hollywood is a soulless crap factory that turns quality literature into
multiplex poop. I'll never forgot how I cried when I learned that a 16th
Century Frankish poem, which I had always loved, was turned into the movie
Speed.
Hey, if half the country is going to call me an elitist (as in Liberal
elitist) then I'm going to act like an elitist and say what we've all been
thinking: The Lemony Snicket books are NOT for the masses . And
trying to make a film version of them is a Lose/Lose situation. In order
for the film to succeed on a large scale, it's going to have to be
dumbed-down to appeal to the greatest possible audience (something the
books refused to do). If the studios don't make it 'tard-friendly it's
gonna bomb.
If the film follows the tried-and-true path of pandering to idiots then
it'll be a huge success and the books will suffer. That's because the same
sort of negligent parents who would take their kids to see a Jim Carrey
film will run out, buy the books, get two pages into them, loudly announce
that "this thing sucks", before plopping their larva in front of the TV.
Look, I'm in such a foul mood that I'm just going to let Aileen Wuornos
have the last word about the people involved in turning a series of great
books into this year's Waterworld.
epiballw - thrown upon
If the above word looks like ippojshit to you,
then you need to go here
and download the SPIONIC font for either MAC or PC. Dude.


