Hollywood Can Go Fuck Itself Too

This made me angry when I read it a few days ago:

As their next film, Joel and Ethan Coen will put their spin on “True Grit,” the iconic Western that won John Wayne an Oscar.

But it’s Hollywood, what can you expect really?  Citizen Kane is probably being talked about with Ben Affleck as the lead.  It’s frustrating but then you get over it.  Then, I read this:

MGM and the Farrelly brothers are closing in on their cast for “The Three Stooges.”

Studio has set Sean Penn to play Larry, and negotiations are underway with Jim Carrey to play Curly, with the actor already making plans to gain 40 pounds to approximate the physical dimensions of Jerome “Curly” Howard.

The studio is zeroing in on Benicio Del Toro to play Moe.

The film is not a biopic, but rather a comedy built around the antics of the three characters that Moe Howard, Larry Fine and Howard played in the Columbia Pictures shorts.

And now I’m angry enough to kick a movie executive in the teeth.

About

Tim Hatch lives in a secret volcano headquarters somewhere in the South Pacific, where he controls the world economy and writes confessional poetry about his disappointing childhood.

His poetry has been published in MungBeing, East Jasmine Review, The Pacific Review, The Vehicle, Touch: The Journal Of Healing, Apeiron Review, and he is the recipient of the 2014 Felix Valdez Award.

He finds writing about himself in the third person to be an overtly seductive invitation to tell lies.

He once captured a French Eagle at Talavera.

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