Thursday, October 03, 2013

Fincher Falls Down Charlie's Black Hole

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Among the many, many things we've already got to be thankful to Steve McQueen and 12 Years a Slave for, still sight unseen, this one might turn out to be the best of all - Brad Pitt's production company, which is responsible for McQueen's film, is using the Oscar hopeful's Oscar cachet to plow forward on a bunch of new projects including a renewed vigor at getting David Fincher's movie version of Charles Burns' brilliant and horrifying graphic novel Black Hole off of the ground. This movie is on par with Alejandro Jodorowsky's adaptation of Dune for me, in degrees of potential awesomeness - it blows my itty bitty little mind that it could be a thing that exists. And unlike the former, it really could still exist. The possibility stands! My god, I can't even really wrap my head around it. In case you're unawares (and really, you should read the damn book already) Black Hole tells the story of a sexual plague of sorts that mutating a bunch of teenagers in a small town - while horrifying and grotesque for sure, it uses that imagery to capture that oh-so-specific teenage kind of alienation and confusion and, well, hormonal psychosis in astonishing and unique ways. Picture Dazed and Confused meets Freaks.
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