Just as he’s about to come into some sweet Ultron dollars, Joss Whedon, along with Drew Goddard and Lionsgate, is being sued for $10 million dollars. An author by the name of Peter Gallagher, who is not Sandy Cohen, Our Patron Saint of Perfect Eyebrows but may be sued by that Peter Gallagher for stealing his name, alleges that the film Cabin in the Woods bears a striking resemblance to his self-published book The Little White Trip: A Night In the Pines which he sold on the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica.
Admittedly, there are some similarities. But there are also some are reaches. Some REAL reaches.
The Long Beach Gazette quoted PLAINTIFF as marketing the Book as “a different way of telling a story you think you’ve heard before.” The tagline for the Film is strikingly similar: “You think you know the story.”
I mean, sorry Non-Eyebrowed Peter Gallagher, but that’s a terrible tagline, and the whole point is that it’s the story we’ve all heard before.
But that’s just one mere point. Here are the identified similarities between the two works directly from the complaint:
I am admittedly biased. I love this movie, I love Whedon and Goddard will forever be in my most goodest graces for co-writing “Conversations with Dead People” which is one of my top three Buffy episodes of all time. Some of these are tricky, but for the most part they’re big reaches and ultimately the entire point of the movie, that the characters are archetypes who appear in every horror movie. Even down to there being three males and two females—that’s true in most mediums, men outnumber the women. I mean how many TV shows, movies or even podcasts can you name with more female characters than male that isn’t explicitly geared towards women? And sometimes, people do just really have the same idea. Did you know that I wrote the entire opening scene of Garden State when I was 18? Right down to plane crash dream, the exact Coldplay song, shot construction, all of it. Do I think Zach Braff stole it from me? YES I DO AND THIS IS MY TIME TO SAY IT. He clearly broke into my house in central Illinois and stole my notebook. Or, more likely, we both listened to that same Coldplay song while lying in bed staring at the ceiling and wrote from there.
But again, biased. I am minimally capable of seeing flaws in my sweet, sweet Whedon. What do you think?