Concrete For Christian

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Did anybody see those paparazzi pictures of Christian Bale at the airport the other day? Save some feathery hair, which he did just get off a plane so that can be forgiven, he almost seemed like his old attractive self, didn't he? He's been doing so much losing and gaining and losing and gaining weight for the past decade, and he's had so much questionable scruff for so long, I'd almost forgotten how good he could look. I mean, no I didn't, there's a permanent place, a very large place, inside my brain where Patrick Bateman lives. I'll never forget that. But Bale as a human being, I'd nearly given up on.

So that aside, here's some cool news! Bale is reuniting with his Machinist director, the very talented and very underrated Brad Anderson, for a movie called Concrete Island. The details via BD:

"Scott Kosar (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Crazies, Amityville Horror, The Machinist) will pen the screenplay that's described as a twisted adaptation of "Robinson Crusoe," where the story's protagonist, Robert Maitland, a wealthy architect, finds himself stranded in a manmade 'island' (a section of fenced-off wasteland in the middle of a motorway intersection) between the Westway and M4 Motorway in West London, forced to survive on only what is in his crashed Jaguar and what he is able to find."

I like the idea - walking around this giant city I live in I'm always thinking that the horror of isolating people in extremely crowded areas is an untapped reservoir. To find ways to put help so close and yet entirely out of reach of your protagonist is a great way to stir up audience anxiety.

So do you think they'll starve Christian down for this? How long is he gonna be trapped there? Long enough to fuck up his prettiness some more, no doubt.

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