…Or “Why does Joel Schumacher want to Ruin all my Favorite Shit?”
For those of you looking to keep your day rant-free, skip to the end.*
Still here? You asked for it:
By all that is holy, under whatever gods(or gods) you pray to, please join me in concert to abolish the notion that Joel Schumacher would ever think he could bring anything to a Sandman movie.
The idea of him touching the wonderful works of Neil Gaiman‘s SANDMAN gives me cause to sprout a new religion, fully formed, from one of the more shaplier pimples on my ass.
This religion’s sole purpose would be to plague Mr Schumacher with so many visions of George Clooney in a nipple laden Batsuit that he, Schumacher, would from the mad ecstasy of it all, pass into a violent coma. And when he wakes from that coma his mind will be as empty as a politician’s smile but ten times as benign.
My pagan religion would have more power than you imagine and it would be Endless.
*(A real post might come later today.)
(UPDATE: Neil Gaiman answered the small deluge of letters(1 of them being mine) concerning the Schumacher incident that I ranted about(above). It seems Schumacher has to take a number behind a long list of crazies thinking, and claiming, they can tackle the SANDMAN epic. Not the lest of which being Michael Jackson. So there’s that at least. Schumacher is just the lastest in a long line of crazy. Gods, let it be that simple.)
