Monday, June 05, 2006

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"Cage Finds Himself In Next"

Nicholas Cage is producing and appearing in "Next", yet another Philip K. Dick adaptation, this time from the short story "The Golden Man". The story is about the government hunting down and extinguishing mutants, because of the threat they generally pose to normal people, and how they come across a silent golden man who sees the future as an extension of the present. Like most of these adaptations, they're going to feck it up, but the question is how much? Well, they're making the silent, super-evolved golden beast (a metaphor for the aryan ideal, both Indian and facist) into a speaking Nicholas Cage, he of the Roger Moore eyebrows. Huzzah!


grilly said...

wasn't that the twist that they've just gone and wrecked? that he didn't speak because he didn't have the brain power? and despite being beautiful and superhumanly strong and fast, ultimately it was just a beast that looked like a man? AND WHAT MAKES A PERSON 'HUMAN' ANYWAY? ((c) the estate of pkd)

what would be fun, and similarly needless, would be a film of the jacques brel (covered by both the sensational alex harvey band and scot walker) song 'next' (these lyrics of the alex harvey version:

Naked as sin
An army towel, covering my belly
Some of us weep, some of us howl
Knees turn to jelly, but Next! Next!
I was just a child
A hundred like me
I followed a naked body
A naked body followed me, Next! Next!
I was just a child when my innocence was lost
In a mobile army whorehouse
A gift of the army, free of cost. Next! Next! Next!

Me, I really would have liked a little bit of tenderness
Maybe a word, maybe a smile, maybe some happiness, but Next! Next!
Oh, it was not so tragic
and heaven did not fall
But how much at that time
I hated being there at all, Next! Next!
I still recall the brothel trucks, the flying flags
The queer lieutenant slapped our arses
He's thinking we are fags. Next! Next! Next!

I swear on the wet headof my
First case of gonorrhea
It is his ugly voice that I forever fear, Next! Next!
A voice that stinks of whiskey, corpses and of mud
The voice of nations
The thick voice of blood, Next! Next!
Since then each woman I have taken into bed
They seem to lie in my arms
And they whisper in my head, Next! Next!

Oh, the naked and the dead
Could hold each other's hands
As they watch me dream at night
In a dream that nobody understands
And though I am not dreaming in a voice grown dry 'n' hollow
I stand on endless naked lines of the following and the followed
The Next! Next!

One day I'll cut my legs off
I'll burn myself alive
I'll do anything to get out of life, to survive
Not ever to be next, Next! Next!
Not to be next, not

Grill said...

lol. Yes, that's the point. Though, of course, Nicholas Cage could surprise us by agreeing not to act and adopting a great big blonde Heseltine wig. a plan yet bro..? ;)