Some time ago, in the not-so far away galaxy of Twitter, Kanye West claimed to be the “creative director” on a live-action adaptation of the classic Hanna-Barbera cartoon “The Jetsons.” It turned out that the producers at Warner Bros. working on the movie had spoken to West, but merely in an exploratory manner because the musician had been contacting them about the project for years. It’s possible they were just tired of ignoring his rambling voice mail messages.
To be fair, Denise DiNovi, one of those Jetsons producers did describe her initial conversation with West as such: “He gets the whole thing about the future that never was. He sees us living on a precipice of technology — cameras in your eye, your mind as a remote control to fire lasers — and wonders how things are going to break, for good or for bad.” That actually sounds like a rather interesting take, even if they don’t use a nostalgic children’s flick to explore the Singularity concept. DiNovi added that until they had a script, they were just at an, “if you have any ideas, let us know” stage of development.
As of yesterday, Warner Bros. hired two Hollywood rookies, Van Rabicheaux and Evan Susser, to rewrite the screenplay (or one of) that Robert Rodriguez was once slated to direct. So far, the writers have only written an unproduceable mockumentary called Chewie, about the making of the original Star Wars from Peter Mayhew’s perspective that landed them on the so-called “Black List.” Rather than being blacklisted, “Black List” scripts help make the careers of their screenwriters by getting produced, or by being good enough to help the scribes land such posh gigs as doing a pass on the latest soul crushing childhood cash-in. Apparently, that’s a good thing.
Warners ought to just let Kanye do what he wants with the whole Jetsons property, whether it’s making a movie or appropriating the characters and storyline for some new concept album, then turning that into a Broadway musical. And then making that into a movie. Make. It. Happen. WB.
Whatever his role in the final film, West definitely has big shoes to fill. Ahem.
And, in case you were wondering — yes, those paintings in the header are real. They’re in Kanye West’s house. And they’re spectacular:
Well, outside of the decor, somebody certainly appears to be sampling Neverland Ranch. I think it’s the stuffed animals.
Rob Payne also writes the indie comic The Unstoppable Force, tweets on the Twitter @RobOfWar, and his ware can be purchased here (if you’re into that sort of thing). He kind of wishes he could afford a similar series of paintings based on “Freakazoid!”. “Darkwing Duck” would also be acceptable.