My attitude towards remakes has shifted somewhat over the past couple of years - maybe we (unfortunately) can't always expect complete reimaginings like Luca Guadagnino did with his version of Suspiria, but even if the remake just treads the same ground and does so with less impact than the original... the original still exists! A remake doesn't obliterate the existence of the original. I can still see John Carpenter's The Fog and appreciate John Carpenter's The Fog - I can do that now in 4K even - and I don't have to waste a second remembering that time Tom Welling didn't take his shirt off.
Anyway that's all pretext to last night's news that Ben Wheatley, the British director I consider somewhat promising to put it mildly, is set to make a brand new film version of Daphne du Maurier's book Rebecca, which you may recall once won an Oscar for Best Picture when Alfred Hitchcock made a movie out of it in 1940 with Sir Laurence Olivier and Joan Fontaine. Replacing those two in Wheatley's version? Armie Hammer and Lily James.
That is good casting, you guys! It took awhile for me to warm up to Lily James but that fully happened last year when she forced Jai Courtney to strip in The Exception, when she ogled Michiel Huisman in that Potato Peel movie whose title I am not writing out again, and, uh, when she larked about with Gary Oldman in a fat-suit. Yes even that last one - I liked The Darkest Hour, even if I do hold a grudge against it in retrospect for stealing Timothee Chalamet's most deserved Oscar statue...
my review here), which Armie was maybe the best part of, although my recollection's a little dim right now and might be colored by how much my appreciation for Armie has, uh, exceeded expectations in the wake of Call Me By Your Name. But you tell me an actor working today who is better suited to play Rebecca's "Maxim De Winter," a callous but profoundly charming rich boy who drags ladies in over their heads. I'll wait. I thought so.