Most film rumors are innocuous, or at the very least, so eye rollingly irrelevant that one doesn’t need to get much worked up about them. They’re like the madlibs of rumor mills: [director] reboots [famous franchise], script written by [type of root vegetable] starring Shia Labeouf and [name attached to implants once rubbed against Michael Bay’s toes]. But every once and a while, a rumor bubbles up like a particularly flush resistant fudge dragon, something so vile that you can’t expunge it from memory.
Ron Howard is rumored to be directing an adaptation of H.P. Lovecraft.
Guillermo del Toro has proposed a film based on At The Mountains of Madness but he’s been caught up in the disaster of funding The Hobbit first, so Howard has the inside track on pushing his film out. Doesn’t he have a Dan Brown book he could be adapting instead?
But honestly, I haven’t been this excited since they made John Constantine a fucking southern Californian.