I apologize, dearies, for my brief absence from posting. After a three day weekend away from work I opted for a fourth day away from blogging yesterday, for no reason other than I had a lot of catching up to do (Paris out of the will! Nicole going to jail! Usher did...something but I don't care because I don't care about Usher!). Anyhoodle, I'm back in my usual limited capacity and pleased as punch to see the green light on The Rum Diary:
Johnny Depp will channel Hunter S. Thompson once again in Warner Independent's adaptation of "The Rum Diary."
Thesp is producing with Graham King, who acquired rights to Thompson's novel for his GK Films shingle and Depp's Infinitum Nihil outfit. Bruce Robinson ("Withnail and I") will write and direct the adaptation, which Film Engine is also producing.
Depp will play Paul Kemp, a freelance journo writing for a rundown newspaper in 1950s Puerto Rico and surrounded by a bunch of lost souls bent on self-destruction. The journo was 22 when he wrote the autobiographical novel and had yet to develop his trademark gonzo style. It was written in 1959 but not published until 1998.
Super duper, eh? I've been a longstanding supporter of all things Johnny Depp, and not just because of his brooding good looks or enviable man-sarongs. Depp's work has been steadfast in it's genius since the time he signed onto 21 Jumpstreet (I'll not argue the genius of Jumpstreet with you, if you don't get it then you never will). The same can be said for HST, sans Jumpstreet reference. Combined, this can never be a bad thing. I have no joke to make about any of this, say sorry. Let's watch some Fear and Loathing clips, shall we?
Source: Variety
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