I’m too busy to put together a proper LitKicks posting today, but I have to report that Snoop Dogg is starring in a new movie, The Tenants, based on a 1972 novel by Bernard Malamud. I like to see Snoop taking on a serious role (not that I had any problem with Soul Plane, because I didn’t) and I’m sure this film will be better than the last attempt at filming Malamud, the dreadful The Natural, in which a middle-aged Robert Redford portrayed a rookie baseball player whose every home run managed to smash a spotlight for maximal cinematic effect.
I haven’t seen The Tenants yet, nor have I seen Factotum (Matt Dillon as Charles Bukowski), A Good Woman (based on Oscar Wilde’s Lady Windemere’s Fan) or Tristam Shandy: A Cock And Bull Story (though I did find the time to visit this last film’s suitably metafictional website).
Let’s be truthful — I almost never get to a movie theatre, and if I ever see one of these new films it will be because they play it on some late-night indie cable channel. Which is how I just now finally got to see the 1998 version of Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations starring Ethan Hawke and Robert DeNiro and set, incongruously, in and around a sprawling Florida estate. I was surprised how affecting this film was; it reminded me why this is my favorite Dickens novel.
At this rate, I guess I’ll get to see Factotum and the Snoop Dogg movie around 2014.