Yesterday, I worked myself into a fit of rage and cranial trauma when news came out that Fox wants to make a movie based on the E*Trade baby. My neighbors contacted the police with a noise report, I paid the fine. I spent the rest of the day thinking to myself that perhaps it would be one of those projects that someone thought was a good idea for a millisecond, but when a script was produced it would die in a fiery train wreck. Apparently Hollywood isn't a fan of me having a sound state of mind and body.
Pajiba, the same source that broke the E*Trade story, is reporting that plans are now in the works to remake Look Who's Talking. While the original was a hit back in 1989, the film is probably best remembered now for inspiring two horrendous sequels that doubled the number of talking babies, and threw talking dogs in to the mix. By the time the third movie rolled around, it only made $10 million at the box office and John Travolta's career was in the toilet.
So it's come to this: studios are back on their "talking baby" kick. For the longest time they were doing so well with their rehabilitation. Sure, they were still giving celebrity voices to cats, dogs, squirrels and chipmunks, but at least they had kicked the hard stuff. The industry almost seemed cured when we saw Dug's collar in Up. But if they're back on the poison for good, is there anything we can do? Is there anything we should do?
This is the part where I end the metaphor before it all falls apart and it makes me look like an idiot. Enjoy the rest of your day, folks!
