
Bryan Singer is turning into a Hollywood stooge, abandoning any and all promise he once showed early in his career. When his rookie effort The Usual Suspects rejuvenated a slumbering independent cinema scene, Mr. Singer was held aloft as the second-coming of film-making. It was an original, creative film that sparked hope for more to follow.
‘Twas not to be.
He struck paydirt with X-Men, which was a fine movie for the genre, and then began a downward spiral into big-budget nonsense, squandering his talents on a sequel and failing in his task of bringing a good Superman movie to screens with Superman Returns. His next movie, Valkyrie, would probably have been better if it wasn’t hamstrung with Tom Cruise’s laughably-bad performance.
Now Bryan Singer is orbiting several remake projects, including Battlestar Galactica and (I can barely bring myself to say this) Excalibur.
I’ve already riffed on why remaking Battlestar Galactica is a brain-dead idea at this point in time, which you can find here.
But Excalibur? Now you’re pissing me off, Singer. Excalibur was my fantasy equivalent of Star Wars when it first opened in 1981. I adored that movie. Still do. It holds up great as it never relied on effects so there isn’t a hell of a lot to update. But why….why, Singer? You have nothing better to do than pilfer the work of others? Is your imagination so barren that you cannot find a single original story to tell anymore?
I have an idea for you: why don’t you go visit a bookstore and take a little stroll down the Science-Fiction and Fantasy aisle. There you will find thousands of great books that can be turned into fantastic movies. You won’t need to tarnish the work of John Boorman, who is three times the director you’ll ever be.
You had so much potential. Now you are slop. A hack. A thief. Barren in mind, void of integrity.
Source: Variety