Have you seen this?
They’re going to make a movie adapted from Ray Bradbury’s The Illustrated Man, which happens to be possibly my favorite collection of Ray Bradbury shorts. The Martian Chronicles is my other favorite.
I am both excited about the potential of this movie with today’s special effects and the ability to truly recreate these stories and the fear that Hollywood will think that the works of one of the greatest science fiction writers of all time is not good enough and completely fuck with the stories and create something that in no way, shape or form resembles what was originally written.
I remember being a kid and reading this book and both wanting and fearing tattoos because, Dude! What if I get a tattoo from somebody who knows magic? (Shut up. You probably wondered the same thing to as a kid. Don’t lie. No? It was just me? Huh.) And at the same time thinking that if I did have tattoos that could predict the future, how cool would that be? And for the record, I have one tattoo. I will probably never get another tattoo because I am apparently a big wuss. I am not into being stabbed repeatedly with a tiny needle that sounds like a swarm of angry bees. It burns. A lot. I love my tattoo and I don’t regret getting it, but I just don’t care to go through that again. I don’t care how cool the tattoo might look. So my desire/fear of becoming the Illustrated Woman? Null and void.
Tangent, anyone?
I’m going to have to go back and reread The Illustrated Man again.? Listen Hollywood, don’t fuck it up, mkay? There are still people who read (me), know what really happened in the book(me) and will be checking to see how close to form you stay(ME!).
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