Steven Spielberg Will Direct a 'BFG' Movie, Because Hollywood Executives’ Main Source of Fuel Is Happy Childhood Memories
Have you gathered by now that I tend to take film and TV news very seriously, seeing every new casting announcement as a sign from the universe, guiding me towards my true destiny? Well, I do. And if you don’t do the same than I can only assume you are knowingly ignoring the will of the fates.
And today’s prophecy? Clearly we have angered the divine godtopustical deities because Steven Spielberg is planning to direct a live action adaptation of the beloved Roald Dahl children’s book, The BFG.
The positive: The film (as of now) is being produced by Frank Marshall (Back to the Future, every Indiana Jones movie, and basically a billion movies from your youth) and written by Melissa Mathison (E.T.).
The negative? I imagine we should be preparing for some off-puttingly CGI’d snozzcumbers.
Prove me wrong, universe. Prove me wrong.
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