An average film, a good book and an incredible concept.
I’m going to take it on board, starting today. I can’t tell anyone for fear of them taking advantage of it, but we’ll see where it leads me. I’m hopeful and maybe that is naive, but I’ve always maintained I’d rather be naive than anything else. I think it’s going to work and I think it’s going to bring me something fantastic, time will tell I guess…
A kid I used to go to school with who I’d describe as “not unintelligent, but definitely mentally deficient” has just published a book, met Margaret Thatcher and several members of British Royalty, got a job in junior government and all before his twentieth birthday. It really is making me think that true genius is destined to go unnoticed or only be recognised posthumously. This thought saddens me.
Very easily one of my favourite books of all time and I discovered last night that it has been turned into a film. I saw the trailer and saw Garett Hedlund as Dean Moriarty and was reasonably pleased with the casting choice until Kristen fucking Stewart’s gigantic emotionless chin wormed it’s way onto the screen in the form of the central female role, Marylou. Film, ruined. Chance of “The Dharma Bums” film, ruined. Excitement, ruined. All respect and expectation for future film conversions of my favourite books, ruined.