“As the skipping rope hit the pavement, so did the ball. As the rope curved over the head of the jumping child, the child with the ball caught the ball. Down came the ropes. Down came the balls. Over and over again. Up. Down. All in rhythm. All identical. Like the houses. Like the paths. Like the flowers.”
A lifelong Christian and rationalist, L’Engle frequently saw her works both banned from Christian bookstores and criticized by secularists for their Christian components. Perhaps the best sign of a work’s wisdom is that is pisses everybody off.
A Wrinkle in Time is the multiple-award winning young adult’s book by Madeline L’Engle that has probably been read by as many geeks in their formative years as The Lord of the Rings. It is a beautiful and mind-stretching tale that articulates a gestalt of faith and rationality, placing imperative importance on love, curiosity and a deep thirst for understanding the universe while identifying the great evil of history as close minded conformity.
Naturally, Disney owns the movie and television rights to the story and is eyeing a feature length adaptation. They’ve brought in Jeff Stockwell to write the screenplay, which is a logical choice since he’s never written jack shit. They also landed Cary Granat as the producer, which is even more exciting since the only thing he’s got a credit for in the last decade is as producer of the abominable Journey to the Center of the Earth. But he’s also got a version of Rats of NIMH in development, so he’s apparently aiming for a trifecta of classic children’s literature rape over a three year period.
Disney tried it before, producing a television movie for ABC in 2003. Newsweek interviewed L’Engle at the time:
Newsweek: “So you’ve seen the movie?”
Madeleine L’Engle: “I’ve glimpsed it.”
Newsweek: “And did it meet expectations?”
Madeleine L’Engle: “Oh, yes. I expected it to be bad, and it is.”
Disney. Its business model is a vision of global mediocre conformity, value-free, intellect-fee, a universe where the triumph of the brand is all that matters. Make sure to get them young with bland test audience approved animation so that they’ll demand their licensed Miley fuck boots when they graduate demographics. Of course Disney has the rights to this piece of art, if there’s one iron clad law of the universe, it ain’t gravity, it sure as hell isn’t love or hate, it’s that irony always wins.
Fuck you, you pissant little mouse.
(source: SciFi Wire)