Granted, it’s not the firmest statement of intent, but Who fan Peter Jackson saying that discussions about his directing an episode or two of Doctor Who are “actually kind of serious” is encouragement enough for us.
Speaking at The Hobbit: The Desolation Of Smaug European junket, Jackson told journalists, “I would be very happy to. I’d love to try my hand at television, because I’ve never had the discipline of having to shoot for those impossibly tiny schedules. I think I could do it okay now…
“There will be people who will come and have a look just because it’s Peter Capaldi. We’ll tell them “You never thought this would be your show, but it is your show.”
“I was very curious to know how he’d go down. I thought it would go down well, and I thought it was a big declaration of intent with Doctor Who. People do sometimes try to be cynical about Doctor Who, and try to say “It’s not what it was”, despite the fact that you arithmetically can’t prove that in any direction whatsoever.
“We’ve cast one of the most beloved, one of the most distinguished – and one of the few Oscar winning! - actors in the role of the Doctor. It’s such a statement of the importance of Doctor Who and the size of Doctor Who that Peter is so over the moon about doing it, and that we get him…
Hey fellow old farts - do you remember BATTLE OF THE PLANETS?
From BOING BOING It’s one of the first US adaptations of a Japanese anime series that I am aware of (Robotech is my favorite in this genre). Sandy Frank Productions draws on all the popular sci-fi memes of the day and brutally rips off R2-D2 to create a fast, fun and confusing series. Five young and highly-trained agents who dress like birds and fly like gravity doesn’t exist gather to defend the Earth from Zoltar, the Luminious One, and planet Spectra…
Hey! This is a Sandy Frank production! You know what that means!
If this can be made on almost no budget, Dimension has definitely been doing the sequels wrong. Director Mike Le Han’s most prominent directorial credits are on various UK true-crime reconstruction shows. With the aid of concept artist Paul Gerrard (Wrath of the Titans, Seventh Son) he has done one hell of a lot more than simply reconstructing Clive Barker’s world. Think Hellraiser meets Silent Hill meets whatever other Japanese video games have depicted Hell over the years…
The cafeteria was subdued. About a fourth of the student body were absent; some parents didn’t want to bring their children past the gauntlet of reporters camped out near the front gates, others were waiting to see if something else was going to go wrong, some just didn’t want their kids coming back at all. Tristam found it darkly amusing that while he might have only wounded Evan he just may have killed Blessed Heart.
Now that’s what I call revenge. Tristam thought as he picked at the cold chicken strips he’d grabbed out of the refrigerator this morning.
Warren had bought a Hostess fruit pie and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He was eating the fruit pie first, “Now what?”
“That’s what I’ve been thinking as well.” Tristam looked at the other tables, Monique was among the missing students. It was to be expected he supposed. Her father was very protective of her but somehow Tristam had nurtured the secret hope that she just might come back to him in the aftermath, that somehow all her friends going crazy would drive her back into his arms.
No such luck.
“I mean maybe we should go and look for them?” Warren said, “They’re probably in the library.”
“I think we should give them time.” Tristam said, “They’re spooked. Greg’s got them spooked.”
“Well, I suppose what you can do is pretty spooky.”
At the front table, Pam was the center of attention. She was showing off her engagement ring to everyone. Ronnie was beaming like a fisherman that had caught a prize-winning bass.
Bass… ass… what’s the difference? Tristam thought, God! I sound like Phil!
Warren said, “Yeah. Think of it, you took these guys out and they never knew it was you. You can’t get in trouble for anything.”
Fred Trager was back, with a few scars and his arm in a cast, he still looked a little dazed. Yvonne was sitting far away from him. Tristam caught Linda Kaspary taking furtive glances his way.
“Evan knows.” Tristam replied.
“How?” Warren finished the fruit pie and licked the sugar from his fingertips.
“I told him, right before he got shot.” Tristam paused at the memory, relishing it, “I doubt he’ll know what to make of it, and he’s got jail and walking to worry about now.”
Warren smiled, “That’s cold.”
“Besides Greg knows too. And Yusuf. And Rich.”
“And me.” Warren said as he unwrapped his peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Tristam let his perceptions change, he peered through flesh and matter into the very workings of Warren’s mind. It was like looking at the inside of an intricate watch that used synapses instead of cogs. He watched his friend bite and chew on the sandwich for a moment more before he reached in.
I do this wrong and he is fucked for life. With frightening ease Tristam made the changes he thought Warren would need. If this works… Today Warren tomorrow the world!
Warren slowed his chewing and looked at his sandwich like there was something wrong with it. After another experimental bite he put the sandwich back in its tinfoil and slipped it back in the bag. “What was I saying?” Warren asked.
“You wanted to know what I am going to do now.”
“Yeah.” Warren said, “I mean screwing with bullies is one thing but with your power you could be knee deep in cash and babes in no time.”