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.
She’s so fucking wooden and inanimate that if her and Keanu Reeves had a child, I think they’d have to put it up for adoption in Ikea.