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By Brian Prisco | Posted Under Trade News | Comments (14)
It’s settled. Edgar Allan Poe’s going to die by flying flashing CGI’d daggers. Just like in the 19th century.
John Cusack has used the most professional of soapboxes — The Twoosh — to declare that he’s been “officiali” cast as the maudlin poet and short story architect Poe in James McTeigue’s The Raven. Cusack’s asking for your prayers and well-wishes as he’s about to descend into the madcave. Frankly, before I saw 1408, I would have laughed in your face, but Cusack’s not the worst choice. Personally, I would have loved to see Bruce Campbell pull off Poe about five years and forty cheeseburgers ago. I still think the perfect choice is Jeffrey Combs of Re-Animator fame, who rocked a killer fucking Poe in The Masters of Horror series episode “The Black Cat.” Netflix Instant that shit, he’s brilliant.
Because the Wachowski’s boy is helming the project, expect lots of shadows where flying projectiles come out bullet-timed. Also expect it to be almost awesome. I kid, of course. Basically, me and five fat manga fans were the only people in the world who loved Ninja Assassin, but that’s because I’m a bitch for blood and gore. I’m curious to see if he can pull off atmospheric. And since he normally wastes his casts, it’ll be nice to see what McTiegue does with someone who’ll make him work for a performance. (Imagine this part could almost have gone to Jeremy Renner or Ewan McGregor).
Rumors about the project have been abound — mostly because there are about 70 people working on a Poe or Raven inspired project, including Sylvester Stallone. Look, I mehnjoyed The Expendibles as much as the next guy, but I don’t really want to see a puffy Poe cocking a blunderbuss and shooting down Longfellow in a exploding chest burst of bullets. Okay, I do want to see that, but it just wouldn’t be kosher.
However, the film is supposed to deal with the last five days of Poe’s life. For those who don’t know their Poe, Poe left Richmond for New York, only to disappear. A week later, he turned up dishevelled on the street outside a bar in Baltimore, wearing someone else’s clothing, and only able to mutter the name “Reynolds” and something about a wife in Richmond — though his child bride had died years ago. All medical documents dealing with his death have been lost, and there are no records as to the nature or cause of his death, though some speculate murder. It’s like some shit Poe would write or something.
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Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at August 30, 2010 11:54 AM
I gotta admit. I always wanted to get Edgar Allen Poe in a headlock. That thing is like a pumpkin!