Hee hee. Something Awful has a great interview with former video game honcho Blair Erickson about his experiences working with Uwe Boll on the Alone in the Dark screenplay. An excerpt:
We tried to stick close to the H.P. Lovecraft style and the low-tech nature of the original game, always keeping the horror in the shadows so you never saw what was coming for them. Thankfully Dr.Boll was able to hire his loyal team of hacks to crank out something much better than our crappy story and add in all sorts of terrifying horror movie essentials like opening gateways to alternate dimensions, bimbo blonde archaeologists, sex scenes, mad scientists, slimy dog monsters, special army forces designed to battle slimy CG dog monsters, Tara Reid, "Matrix" slow-motion gun battles, and car chases.
Quite amusing. Sick or not, I'm glad I wasn't in town last week to catch that screening.
Many people seem to think Boll is the 21st century's answer to Ed Wood. This is quite the insult to Wood. If anything, Boll is this century's Chris Columbus. Wood's movies have survived the decades as classic camp, but nothing Boll has made will ever attain the same kind of cult status as Plan 9 or Glen or Glenda. House of the Dead and Alone in the Dark are movies that will end up, years from now, airing on the Sci Fi Channel at 1 PM on Saturdays, sandwiched between Python IV and Night of the Lepus.
Come to think of it, I might not be giving Lepus enough credit.
Ah, bless you Pete. I'm glad I'm not the only one who notices Chris Columbus' true penchant for making garbage. Actually, that's also an insult to the black (or white) bags that provide use to us to ditch the crap we use everyday. Garbage actually has use. Columbus' movies do not.
From the Austin Chronicle (no stars) review:
"There’s a certain majesty to German director Boll’s unmistakable style of filmmaking: a freedom from art, talent, skill of any formal kind, and the sheer pigheadedness to keep going at any cost and damn the straight-to-video market. That sort of single-minded, carefree attitude borders on the mystical if not the sociopathic."
Please don't diss the bloodthirsty, screaming bunnies. Night of the Lepus rules!