I'm re-reading Carlos Castaneda presently (straight this time).
Oh, that's terrific. The way of the spiritual warrior, only margined to the hilt? Did they ever make a movie out of those novels? They could have had Anthony Quinn playing Don Juan if they'd been quick about it, but today it would probably be Anthony Hopkins in some swarthy makeup, not very PC but you have to go with a name that can open a picture: we do, after all, have shareholders. With Salma Hayek as his bird-woman enemy witch. We hint without actually saying that Don Juan and her used to have a thing, but now her and Carlos definitely have a thing. But who plays Carlos? Freddie Prinze Jr.? Perfect! The youth angle, the cheekbones angle, the Latino angle, coming up fast but not too expensive yet, and the old folks will remember his dad.
But, there's a but. Carlos absolutely has to find the magic bone and make it to full-scale Wizard (or whatever it was) in the third act of the first movie...you can stretch that sh*t out over a decade of books if you're selling to drugged-out hippies with no sense of time, but not in a movie that walks for more than one weekend. Also that sets us up for some sequels whose posters are already dancing in front of my eyes: Yaqui Medicine Man vs. The Terminator, that kind of thing. (I know the title needs work, maybe it's Yaqui Power Rangers or whatever, but you catch my drift.)
I love it. I'll make some phone calls on Monday.
Let me know when you're done with Castaneda and are ready to move up to Edgar Cayce. By the way, Buffy is my favorite show. No kidding.<g>
--QS |
