I was walking back home on Friday from the supermarket with heavy bags, my mind wandering, when I managed to get myself worked up into an existential lather about the slipshod output of various recent streaming films and series.
Studios go to all the trouble of paying actors, building sets, laying on post-production and SFX, etc, etc, but often to such dismal result. Lacking only one key ingredient. A decent story. Sometimes, it oft appears to me, the story is treated as a costly extra – when, ^%^^ me, there are more fabulous tales on the Story Tree waiting to be plucked than grains of the proverbial on Brighton Sands.
That got me thinking about all the books and authors I’d love to see adaptions from – Jack Vance, William Gibson, Michael Moorcock, David Gemmell, Jack Williamson, (more) Harry Harrison & Asimov, Clifford D. Simak, C. J. Cherryh, E.E Doc Smith, David Eddings. The list goes on. All faves who were responsible for genre classics from my misspent youth.
But, I silent muttered to myself, the kids these days barely know whom JK Rowling is, let alone a forgotten master like Clifford D. Simak. Who the ^%^& is ever going to make a Simak movie, I snarled at a passing granny?
On Saturday it was announced Netflix is turning Clifford D. Simak’s novel Waystation into a Netflix series.
This is surely proof of Elon Musk’s theory that we are indeed inside a hyper-advanced alien computer simulation. A glitch in the Matrix. I’m real, but I’m not entirely sure about you. Come on, Jack Williamson’s Legion of Space, the Amazon Prime series. If we all concentrate extra hard …