Boyoboyoboyoboy, the Golden Globes were given out last night! Presented every year by the International Jayne Mansfield Appreciation Society, the awarding of the Golden Globes is awaited every year with breathless anticipation by PR departments and publicists all over the 213 area code. You could’ve cut the tension with spork as they announced the sumpthin or other for the watchmacallit, and afterward everyone got to drink champagne and talk about themselves.
Speaking of movies, here’s an interesting list that caught my eye today: The Unfilmables: A List of the Hardest Novels to Film. This doesn’t even include novels that people tried to film and failed (like Bonfire of the Vanities). The comments of the film fans are also worth reading. My favorite was:
You left out “A Clockwork Orange” by Aldous Huxley. It’s a first-person narrative set in a dystopian world where the narrator uses practically incomprehensible mix of Russian and English slang. You need a glossary to read it. And it’s essential to the story. I can’t think of any director who would be able to handle it properly.
Me neither