Direct Download Link For Jack Brooks: Monster Slayer Trailer

I smell Buffy all over Jack Brooks: Monster Slayer. Download the trailer and see what I mean (and for that matter, also see how very, very different they are).

Buffy Spin-Off Ripper Finally Happening

This weekend, Anthony Stewart Head has been attending the Collectormania Glasgow event. Several film ick eyes and ears were present, as well as some pushy film ick fingers and flapping film ick tongues. What was the best bit of news we found out?

That, according to Anthony Stewart Head, the Ripper series is finally going into production. He's expecting the shoot to take place next summer, if everything goes to plan. And, yes, Joss Whedon is behind the wheel.

Ripper was originally proposed some years ago as a BBC co-production while Buffy was still at The WB. It's to be set in the UK and Anthony Stewart Head is to lead a line-up of new characters, much the way Angel did when he went to LA.

Good to hear that the Buffyverse is coming back to TV, even if legal issues might keep even little cameos from some favourite characters well out of the frame.

Movie Minesweeper - The Numb Left Arm And Tightness Of The Chest Edition

- A special edition DVD of Saturday Night Fever is coming. Most amusing-sounding feature? Dance Like Travolta with John Cassese. Sign me up.

- The Alliance of Women Film Journalists have compiled a Top 100 films list of their own in response to the AFI run-down from last week. Sadly, it contains some laughable inclusions (Bend it Like Beckham, The Hours, Lost in Translation, Monsoon Wedding, Nowhere in Africa, Whale Rider) but then, I suppose, so did the AFI effort.

- Rutger Hauer has suggested September as the date for a Blade Runner: Final Cut theatrical release. I heard that too - but then heard that maybe this was to change, so don't take Hauer's word as gospel just yet.

- 20 odd pages of Buffy comics are available in a new online preview right now. Not Season 8 stuff, I'm afraid, but Buffy nonetheless.

- Marion Cotillard is to be this year's recipient of the Hollywood Film Festival's Hollywood Breakthrough Actress of the Year Award (say that three times fast). About time too - the very latest she could be said to have broken through is in 2003, with Big Fish.

- See Quentin Tarantino indulge his foot fetish in close-up, explicit detail. Not for the faint of stomach, as they say.

- Mark Millar has been knocking about on the set of Wanted. He certainly seems impressed with James McAvoy's performance.

Movie Minesweeper - The Wedding Day Edition

No, I'm not getting married today. But I am going to a wedding, and filming it too. So, I'm in a real rush - but I can't not update at all today, can I? No. So, here's a very rapid Movie Minesweeper to try and keep things relatively smoothly running.

- SuperHeroHype have the final Transformers one sheet. I was going to see the film today, but that wedding interfered. I'll survive.

- The first image of Harrison Ford in costume for the new Indiana Jones shows that his dress sense hasn't altered much.

- Morgan Freeman is to play Nelson Mandela. It was only a matter of time.

- Variety have published their 2007 list of hot screenwriters to watch. I spotted two that were, previously, actors on Buffy the Vampire Slayer but I wouldn't be surprised if you told me there were more.

- Sharon Morrill, the mastermind behind Disney's direct-to-DVD operations, has lost her job. Ostensibly, it's because of the delays and spiralling costs of Tinkerbell, but seeing as Tinkerbell seems to be the first of these projects to finally start going right, it's really because of everything else. She has done quite a bit of damage, if you ask me, and she really should have to carry the can.

- There's even more evidence that a Sex and the City movie is coming.

- A deliberately obscure and mysterious Saw IV still has turned up.

- Terence Stamp is now in Wanted too. I understand it's not a huge part (fans of the comic probably know which role I'm getting at).

- Only one witness to Cillian Murphy on the Dark Knight set? Hmmmm. I'm not saying the Scarecrow isn't in the film, just that this is no more proof of his appearance than all these dappy e-mails I've received are of Edward Nygma turning up. I'm shrugging at both, though, to be honest.

- Woody Allen and William Friedkin are to direct opera.

- Tonight, He Comes is being retitled John Hancock. Not sure about either of those. How about An Alan Smithee Movie 2?

- Apparently, James Marsters is to appear in the next series of Torchwood - presumably before knuckling down to write the script that will make him one of 2008's hot screenwriters.

- MTV have secured a much nicer version of the Where the Wild Things Are still.

- The Munchkins are getting a star on Hollywood's walk of fame. Just one star - to share. Is there some sort of height-to-star ratio that we don't know about? I'd get the man from the lollipop guild on the case, this simply can't be fair.

From Screen To Page: The TV Shows And Movies That Are Becoming Comics

Joss Whedon is one of the greatest television writers that ever worked for the big Networks. He's also one of the greatest writers to pen mainstream superhero titles for the big two comics publishers. No surprise, then, that his Buffy 'Season 8' comic book series is proving successful - in just about every sense of the word.

And it may prove to be setting a new paradigm.

Talking to The Toronto Star, Rob Thomas has let on that DC Comics want to publish a 'Season Four' of Veronica Mars. The Buffy model must have been in mind - there's a common conception, anyway, that Mars is the new Buffy (but if that were entirely true, surely it'd swap networks for a few more seasons before heading to print?)

Looking at Rich Johnston's Lying in the Gutters yesterday, I saw a piece of art created for a proposed Reanimator comic book. House of Reanimator has had some famous trouble in finding funding, so maybe the route to the printed page has been similar here also - a makedo or an attention spinner when the cash for a screen hasn't been forthcoming.

What's more, there's the prospect of Virgin Comics producing a series of graphic novels (at the very least) based upon unproduced Terry Gilliam projects. Oh... and more Star Trek: Original Series... and the countless projects that have already happened in synch with still ongoing series, from Alias to 24 to CSI.

All in all, it looks like comicbooks are becoming a kind of Limbo for rejected film and TV projects. And let's face it, that's what these projects are: rejects. Buffy Season 8 on TV: rejected. Veronica Mars Season 4: rejected. More Reanimator: rejected. The Defective Detective, Time Bandits 2, The Minotaur: rejected, rejected, rejected.

The potential audience for a comic book is massive, but any realistic projection is not. Has any given issue of Buffy Season 8 been read by anything like the number of people who saw any given episode of the TV show? Of course not. So, the die-hards amongst the numbers, the web-savvy, forum trawling, Browncoat wearing, comic-friendly geekcore, they're going to prove big enough a potential audience base to give comics a shot.

When comics make the transition to the big screen, more often than not there's a kind of smoothing down - which is not necessarily to say a dumbing down. It seems like the geekcore are more open to the idiosyncratic (say, a big purple man with a funny helmet instead of a cosmic cloud of black and grey dirt) and even, it seems to me at least, they expect, want, and sometimes plead for this kind of wild, abandoned fantasy. As such, going from TV to comics, I think, might afford some previously off-limits 'craziness' to occur. Veronica Mars Season 4 might just go into some uncharted territory, push its own limits a little more readily, be less concerned with wide audience expectations and just play into the hands of the geekcore more.

So, perhaps, in a parallel universe Slither wasn't a movie but a comic book, Snakes on a Plane was a comic book, Death Proof and Planet Terror were comic books, Serenity was a comic book and they each did very, very well. They'd each be seen as far greater successes.

But I don't like that universe so much. I like the one where they are all movies just fine thankyou - most of them are very fine films indeed. I can cope with them being not that popular - in fact, I'd expect some of them to be downright unpopular - but I wouldn't want them to stop being films and get forced into a comic book just so they'd be less of a commercial viability.

But, on the other hand, I'm glad that comics have helped people like Greg Pak get attention where their films didn't.

Script Review: Death And Me By Neil Gaiman

This story doesn't really begin on Saturday, May 26th 2007 but if we pick up there, it will seems like a beginning and you can fathom out all of the years of beforehands for yourself.

I wrote a post for film ick called Want To Know Who Is Going To Play Neil Gaiman's Death? Don't We All and in it I said "Later this year - if all goes well - Neil Gaiman will be directing his first feature film. It's an adaptation of his Death: The High Cost of Living mini-series, and - of course - he's scripted it" and also "I really want to read this one - the original comic is one of my very few favourites, as was true of We3 and you know how head-over-heels I ended up with that screenplay adaptation. If anybody out there has a copy, you know where to send it".

And somebody did send it. And I read it. And now I'm going to tell you about it.

What I have appears to be a draft designed to relocate the story from New York to London. There's still the odd reference to Central Park or Manhattan amongst the mentions of Baker Street and 'the muddy expanse of the Thames'. In fact, Hyde Park gets called Central Park at one point (or, I suppose, vice versa).

But not all of the film takes place in this one big city, however. In fact, the first two scenes take place far, far away.

We open in a Tibetan Monestary. We're told it is January. While a narrator gives us a little exposition, we see monks roll up a scroll, and on this scroll is "a dark haired girl with an ankh around her neck". That's the whole scene - a croll being rolled by Tibetan Monks, an announcement that it is January and exposition delivered in voice over. What's more, this is the only scene with a narrator.

This isn't the best of beginnings. This first scene is entirely made of exposition and, I would hope, on screen, atmosphere. If it wasn't so early and so brief and, as a result of this so easy to file away and only remember much later when you're reminded of it, it would seem quite shockingly redundant.

If I reproduce it here, however, it will be very useful in getting the premise of the film across, so I will. But I really don't think the script needs some kind of upfront explanation at all, much less one so blatant. It reminds me, in a way, of the opening narration to Dark City which virtually undermines the entire third act of the film. Here it is:

They say that once every hundred years she takes on human form, the better to understand what the lives she takes must feel like, to know the bitter taste of mortality. And this is a price she must pay for being the divider of all that has lived from all that must come after.

...But on to the second scene, and the second location. There's more exposition (of course there is, we're so early in the story) yet this time it's delivered in a much more suitable, and cinematic fashion and it feels much more like a real story, not like the set-up for one, or the blurb on the back of a book, or the hype for a TV show in the Radio Times.

It's February this time, and we're in Alaska. I'll let Neil Gaiman himself introduce the first of our main characters:

A man we will come to know as THE EREMITE comes stumbling toward us, through the snow, through the blizzard. He is dressed in rags and tatters, no longer young, and -- although we will not see this immediately, quite blind. A mane of leonine hair, he hasn’t shaved for a week, and he could be an Old Testament prophet coming out of the wilderness. He is singing to himself, loudly, over the sound of howl of the wind. The wind is such that he can barely keep on his feet.

He reaches a town sign stuck in the ground: WELCOME TO NOWHERE, Pop 63. His hand touches it, and he holds on to it fr a moment, getting his breath back. Then he walks on, leaving a bloody handprint on the sign.

We see the town as he would see it if he could see: a bar and grill is the only source of life, with company housing around it. Big, mean SUVs and snowmobiles in the parking lot, along with one 18-wheeler rig.

(I can tell you, I found the typos oddly comforting)

The Eremite is looking to get to London, and he asks the patrons of the bar for a ride. Yep - all the way to London. Obviously, nobody seems too keen. I think I spotted another insufficiently localised line in the script here too:

WORKER #1
And London’s thousands of miles away!

New York is thousands of miles away. Wouldn't London be... er... "on the other side of the world" or something like that?

Our introduction to The Eremite is a very telling one, a darkly funny one and, ultimately, a surprising one. It seems like he's doing a really bad job of convincing the patrons to chauffeur him half way round the world - peeing on the bar
probably didn't help - but, ultimately he gets his way and everybody else gets a nasty shock.

It's not until the third scene (London in April) that we're into material familiar from the original comics. Perhaps the most interesting about that however, is how scene two seems like it completely and utterly belongs. Indeed, almost all of the new material seems like it should have been there all along. Instead of the story seeming expanded upon or spread out, what we have seems like the full, original version of events and the comics were simply a digest. Indeed, it's entirely possible that this is not a job of expansion, but repairs, returning the story to an originally conceived outline. Or, on the other hand, Gaiman might simply be a genius for creating new material on an old framework.

Anway... London in April, under the underpass. This is where we meet the next of our major characters. Again, Neil can do the introductions:

Filthy hands are shuffling an even filthier pack of cards. Now they deal. It’s a dog-eared spread of cards, face down. The hands belong to MAD HETTIE. A finger runs over the cards, back and forth. She’s looking for one card.

MAD HETTIE (O.S.)
Up she goes and down she goes and where she stops nobody knows.

The finger picks a card, and turns it over. It’s the Death card -- the Queen of Spades. She hisses. She shuffles it back into the pack, muttering to herself. Turns over another card. It’s the Queen of Spades again. She fans it back into the pack -- we can see there are lots of different cards. She shuffles once more, turns over one more card, and, yes, for the third time, she pulls out the Queen of Spades.

We pull back now, to reveal Mad Hettie. Her age is hard to tell beneath the layers of grime and street dirt. She lives on the streets. She sits by a small fire. She wears an aged hat with an artificial flower in it at a jaunty angle. She is muttering to herself.

MAD HETTIE
Three times. Three times is the charm. Three times a lady. Lady, baby, gypsy, thief... Queen of Spades, we know what you mean. Oh yes. Now what about one for me, eh? What about a card for Mad Hettie?

She flicks a card out of the deck. Then she turns it over. It’s the ace of hearts. A smile spreads over her face.

MAD HETTIE
There we go. A heart. My one little heart. I knew it. Everythingoin’ to be loverly!

And now we've met two of our four leads. These are the two who admit that they want something - really want it - and will go to great lengths to get it.

If I were to recommend casting, simply off the top of my head, I'd offer Bill Nighy and Miriam Margolyes.

Let's skip forward a bit, to June, and introduce the leading lady in all of this. Again, over to Mr. Gaiman:

DIDI is asleep. She wears an oversized black tee shirt as a nightdress. Her hair is long and dark. Even in sleep, she is heart-stoppingly beautiful. She’s in a one bedroom apartment decorated fairly plainly, as if on a real budget. There’s a bowl of goldfish in one corner.

An alarm clock shrills, and Didi’s eyes open wide. Then she smiles...

And she starts to EXAMINE HERSELF, looking at her hands in wonder, as if she’s not had hands -- or a face, or a nose -- in a long time. She is utterly delighted with what she sees. Then she stretches like a cat.

DIDI
Yes!

She gets out of bed. She JUMPS a few inches, experimentally. She sticks out her tongue at herself in the mirror. She’s acting like someone who hasn’t had a living, breathing body for a hundred years or so, and has forgotten what it felt like.

She walks over to the window and looks outside. The sun is in her eyes. She looks happy. And then, for a moment, she looks puzzled and concerned -- then her gaze lights on a silver ANKH. She picks it up, and it CATCHES THE SUNLIGHT.

She looks at a clock.

DIDI (to herself)
Going to be a busy day.

Then she picks up the ankh and puts it around her neck.

If you're not familair with the comics, let me explain what viewers soon come to learn about Didi. Either she is the mortal personification of Death - a somewhat perkier version than the dusty guy with the scythe - or she is a teenage girl that lost her entire family in a tragic accident rather recently. Or - and this is the answer, I believe, if you can get your head around it - she's both. The universe has accomodated this day on earth for Death by just sort of shifting around a little and creating Didi, her dead family, her entire history. Not entirely unlike how Dawn just sort of came to be in Buffy, I suppose.

Didi is the character who can give The Eremite and Mad Hettie each what they are looking for, and as a result, they are making their ways to see her in New Yo... sorry, London.

The character who doesn't admit he's looking for something is our male lead - the Me of the new Death and Me title. The thing he doesn't admit he's looking for is something Didi can, and will, give him too.

Here's his introduction, and into the bargain, the intro of a supporting character too:

SEXTON FURNIVAL is at high school. He needs a haircut.

He has holes in the knees of his jeans because he likes them there. He’s unlocking his locker... And someone is shouting... and charging down the corridor at him.

THEO
Sex Bomb! Sex BOMBBB! SEXXXX BOOMMBBBBBBBBBBB!

Sexton closes his eyes as someone (THEO) crashes into him, sending him sprawling, painfully, against the lockers. Sexton looks up at Theo -- tall, cool, attractive, nasty.

That's Sexton (Me) and Theo (not Me). A few pages later, Sexton gives us a better idea of who he is by firing up his camcorder and recording a video diary in his bedroom. This is going to be the last big excerpt, but it is a big one, so hold tight:

He gets into a pose, so he can see himself on the miniscreen, and he starts to talk.

SEXTON
Okay. My name is Sexton Furnival but I’m pretty much over it by now, and this is the last ever installment of my video diary. This is because... (pause) Okay. I figure, I’m mature enough to know what I think. I’m seventeen. Almost seventeen and a half. And what do I have to show for it? For a start I’ve got nobody to love. Which is fine. I think love is bullshit anyway. I think the best that people ever get is horny and scared. And when they find someone who makes them horny and they’re sacred of losing them, they call it love.

Now he picks up the video camera, and points it at the mirror as he talks. Then he starts to swivel, so he is slowly taking in his room, his crumpled bedding, his books (big, solid, depressing things), finally a photo of Sexton and his parents taken when he was ten and they were all one big happy family. A guitar gathering dust.

SEXTON (cont’d)
Now, you may not think this is very interesting, or a good reason for checking out early, or whatever. But you’re wrong. Because there’s no point to anything. And if there’s no point, it’s probably easier being dead. And it’s not like anyone’s going to give two shits if I’m here or not.

He turns off the camera for a moment. Takes a deep breath. Turns over the photo, so he doesn’t have to look at it. Turns the camera back on.

SEXTON (cont’d)
Look, Sylvia, when you see this, I’m really not saying you’ve been a bad mother. But I’m not saying you’ve been a particularly good one, either. Let’s leave it at that. And Steve, it’s not your fault, either. I mean, you’re an arsehole, but that’s probably just part of being a lawyer. I Read somewhere that a suicide note is actually a cry for help. Well, this is a suicide note, but it’s not a cry for help. This is a statement of belief. Or of disbelief, because there’s nothing in the way of adult bullshit I do believe.

There’s a KNOCKING on the door. The door opens, and SYLVIA, Sexton’s mother, leans in. She’s an ex-hippie who owns a restaurant.

He turns the camera so that it’s filming her, now.

SYLVIA
Darling. Everything okay?
SEXTON Hi Mum. Everything’s fine. Shouldn’t you be at the restaurant by now?

SYLVIA
It’s Marlon’s first day as Permanent Chef, and I thought I’d stay out of the way. What are you doing?

SEXTON
Homework.

SYLVIA
You want anything? Herbal tea or anything?

SEXTON
Nope.

Sylvia closes the door. Sexton turns the camera lens back to him and says...

SEXTON (cont’d)
That’s the other thing. I don’t want anything. So I might as well be dead. Right?

So that's Sexton Furnival. He's going to meet Didi really soon - before she bumps into either The Eremite, or Mad Hettie, and when they do turn up and start messing with her day, he's quickly caught up in it all.

The first scene featured voice over narration, and there's only one other incident of voice over in the entire script. Sadly, it's as much of a mistake - if not more.

The voice over this time is attributed to Sexton, and it reproduces one of the more popular and oft-quoted pieces of the book. On paper there's several reasons it works well - the sudden introduction of an interior monologue in any written medium is much less extreme than in a film, for one thing, but for another, the lengthy piece of text can sit alongside an image representing only a short period of action. In the film, to give Sexton time to finish his thoughts while he's running down the stairs, Gaiman's going to need a lot of stairs. A lot.

I'd like to see this voice over, vanish, I'm afraid. Some slow-motion or a flashback wouldn't really work, either (a surprise is about to come and playing with pacing with either of those techniques could derail it a little). All I can think of by way of solution, in fact, is to turn the piece into dialogue, adapt it a little, and have Sexton deliver it to Didi the next time they talk, to let her know what he was feeling as he left on that day.

And there you go: I just caught myself offering advice to Neil Gaiman. This makes me feel awkward and a little embarrassed.

Okay, back to the monks. The Tibetan monks from the first scene. They do reappear again. What happens when they do does make sense, and it does sort of turn out to be a good gag. But (here I go again) their whole throughline seems a little thin. They're set-up at the top, almost as a backdrop to spoken exposition that I'm not happy with anyway, then later, they just sort of pop up, be part of a "What a weird day!" running gag, touch on an idea about what Didi is and does, and then they're gone.

Now... if they somehow appeared again, that'd be useful. They must have some place they can go, or something they can do, that will be more centrally relevant somehow? It would certainly ensure nobody saw them as just a device.

Another sequence that seems to need a little rethink, I'd say, takes place in a club. The scene is largely unchanged from the printed original and that seems to be the root of the problem.

I think it comes down to pacing, and possibly because ripping through a comic at top speed means that any slight variants in pacing are less noticable, the scene as reproduced here feels a little hard to swallow. Essentially, a character we've only briefly glimpsed before is accelerated to the front and centre of stage, and given a spotlight to tell her story. This is Jackie, and to me, she really doesn't feel "ready".

I think the scene in the club needs some expansion, just a little, to give Jackie some more time to settle. And the conversation she's having needs to have run a little longer to make her seem more sypmpathetic when she opens her heart up (guarded though she is).

I think that the solution is to get her conversation with Sexton rolling, then move time on a little. Come back to the club a short while later. Perhaps they don't talk so much in the mssing scene, perhaps they do. Just give the impression that they've had a bit more time to get to know one another.

Or maybe it's just me. I don't know. It's an important scene, and a relatively late one, and it contains quite a big reveal, so I won't reproduce it here.

My final problem concerns a scene with a ventriloquist's dummy and a police uniform that seems too banal - almost like something from an episode of a TV police procedural or a post-Silence of the Lambs serial killer film. Gaiman's world is more magical than this scene, and more idiosyncratic, and this suddenly felt like something... else.

And, truth be told, those are the only major issues I had with the screenplay all.

Gaiman's umpteenth representation of a magical underworld is as mesmerising and resonant as all of his others, from the strange rituals to the odd names and the curious characters to the odd deals. And like every one of his underworlds, it's satisfyingly different from all of the others. Knowing that he's directing is great too: he gets all of these things in a way that hardly any film directors ever have, and he's always been dedicated to making the audience, his readers, get what they want - even if, like Sexton, they won't admit to wanting anything at all to begin with.

This is a satisfyingly story-shaped story, with a great (belated) beginning, a fun, funny, wonderful and engaging middle and a true, fair and inevitable conclusion. I see no reason why Death and Me shouldn't be a bonafide smash. My years of anticipation have been quenched.

That's my review but... more later. Non-review things. There's a lot to say about this one.

Jonathan Recounts

Sydney Pollack is directing a new film for HBO all about the Floridian electoral chaos in 2000, appropriately called Recount. Amazingly (though I'm wrong to be amazed) the screenwriter is Danny Strong - the same Danny Strong who played Jonathan on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Seems that his ascendency from background artiste to foreground figure has finally been completed. Congratulations, Danny.

I'm hoping Pollack nails this one. There's every chance he will. It's one hell of a story.

Brothers In Time

Yes, Dr. Who tonight did feature the Doctor claiming he had a brother. Yes, it is a set up for something coming later in the season. Yes, that something is another Timelord. Yes, The series finale is called The Last of the Timelords, and yes it's Davies' reintroduction of The Master.

But, no, I'm not much fussed, personally. I respect Russell T Davies for what he's doing here, but it's hardly Buffy, is it? House remains the only scripted show on TV I will make a date for. Though I did really enjoy Love and Monsters in the last series of Who.

Renee Montoya Casting Rumours: Carla Gugino, Salma Hayek And Sarah Michelle Gellar

Not long after I post a short piece about the possibility of Renee Montana appearing in The Dark Knight, a few e-mails arrived that claimed to know who was going to play the part. A couple named Carla Gugino, which made a certain amount of sense, one named Salma Hayek and one named Sarah Michelle Gellar. Gellar seemed like an odd girl out.

Now Aint it Cool have linked to a short piece on a Joss Whedon fansite that also suggests Gellar is going to be in the film.

Somehow, though, I don't believe it yet. There's enough Buffy fans out there that her name gets attached to just about everything by over-enthisiastic fans.

Angel Season 6 Paperbound Like Buffy Season 8

Angel is to get a comics series just like his beloved Buffy.

"...we will be doing some new Angel books, with Brian and Joss, picking up where the show left off. They will be post-show, and definitely canon, and co-written by Joss."

Brian is Brian Lynch, director of Big Helium Dog. Long ago, he wrote a Muppet spec script that I've been wanting to get my hands on for years, and his 'Wile E. Coyote sues Acme' pitch sounded incredible - all live action except the Coyote, a proper court room story but funny as hell.

Synergistic Marketing Ploy Starts A Chain Reaction That May End Up Brining The Time Bandits 2 Mini-Series To The Sci-Fi Channel

How was that for a lumpen headline?
The Sci-Fi Channel and Virgin comics have announced a partnership at NYerdcon. The plan is that they will create a series of comic book properties already primed for TV and cinema continuation, then if the printed-page roadtest works out, get cameras rolling.

There will be at least five titles, and from what we've already learnt about Virgin comics, there's a very good chance Terry Gilliam will be involved; and almost as good a chance that Time Bandits 2 will be one of his projects; and every chance it will end up as a mini-series on Sci-Fi.

It was originally designed as a mini-series for Hallmark, you see. They dropped that ball, the fools.

This is an interesting coupling, and it shouldn't take too much luck for this initiative to birth the next Buffy or Firefly, or at the very least Alias or Lost.

How Buffy The Vampire Slayer Changed Your Life

Dark Horse Comics are holding a Buffy contest, to tie in with the upcoming paper-bound 'eighth season'. All you need to do is write a 250-word mini-essay on how Buffy the Vampire Slayer changed your life. We all have such a story, I'm sure - but the trouble for some would be keeping it trimmed to 250 words.

And what can you win? A copy of Buffy Season 8 issue 1, signed by Joss Whedon; a Buffy Lithograph; a personal appearance in an upcoming issue; and, best of all, the knowledge that Joss himself selected your words as the winning entry.

Joss Whedon Talks Buffy Movie Plans With VH1

Joss sez: At some point you have to let go of that fear. The movie audience is going to be different. In terms of a Buffy movie, both David [Boreanaz] and Sarah [Michelle Gellar] have pretty much got swinging careers and have never really wanted to revisit the characters anyway. It's doubtful that would happen. I never say never, and it would be fun to do it with them. I would be willing to overlook certain discrepancies. Ultimately, a movie would have to pick them up later in their lives anyway. I would have to fudge it with David, like "He got his mortality back for five years and then he lost it again," or something like that. I don't think anybody's going to mind that much if they get a movie" - more at VH1.

From Buffy's Choreographer

Adam Shankman, the director the upcoming Hairspray musical film, was the choreographer on Once More With Feeling, the musical episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Is that enough to suggest he can pull this film off?

Nope. Nonetheless, there are plenty of stills online now, at IGN, which far exceeded my expectations.

This still seems like an entirely redundant film, however.

Oh... and as a semi-unrelated footnote, I should tell you that The Hollywood Reporter have named Phyllida Lloyd as the director of Mamma Mia's big screen adaptation. The songs will be much better than those in Hairspray, at least.