Since doing much reading when I get home seems a bit beyond me at the moment, I have been watching a few movies. Although going to sleep during them is always a possibility. The other day I picked up a copy of Millennium for the price of a cup of coffee. It certainly isn't for the quality of the movie, but more a nostalgia moment for the quality of the original. John Varley was, to my mind, the greatest SF author of the late 70s and 80s. The work he did then, particularly the short stories, was just mind blowing. One of those short stories was Air Raid. It was the story which was the basis for Millennium. I loved Air Raid and I loved the book of Millennium which was more or less (mostly more) the book of the movie. Millennium the movie sucks big time. Varley wrote the screenplay. In fact he wrote it 6 times for four different directors. In the end it had been so badly mangled that all the heart was taken out of it. But it is the execution that really lets the film down. I don't know who thought Cheryl Ladd could act, but all she is really good for is keeping her hair off the floor - the hair being the better actor. The rest of the cast are pretty much of the same quality. Varley didn't write much else for about 5 years and his output has been pretty thin since.
All the above is just a way of saying that those of you who hold bad movie evenings should really give this one a shot. Then go read the book for a completely different quality of experience. Here endeth today's lesson on the perils of writers in Hollywood.
All the above is just a way of saying that those of you who hold bad movie evenings should really give this one a shot. Then go read the book for a completely different quality of experience. Here endeth today's lesson on the perils of writers in Hollywood.