Prisoner of Zenda

I would love to see more reworkings of Jane Eyre or Wuthering Heights.

I am always sucker for a good The Count of Monte Cristo retelling. It’s like watching a slasher movie, except you are cheering on the serial killer.

I have some sympathy with Lost, because it reminds me of committees I’ve been on where we needed five people, but ended up with thirty. Even doing the most logical thing (“It’s noon, let’s break for lunch”) leads to at least four emotional breakdowns, two angry flounces, and one subcommittee being created, bent on…

Yeah, my brother had stomach cancer and a tumor the size of a grapefruit.

There's a good chance people have died because of her. She doesn't deserve politeness.

This.

TAKE IT, FRODO! It’ll be awesome!

This movie could’ve been a lot more interesting if Scarlett Johansson had coquettishly giggled, “Oh my gosh, Theodore! You’re so funny! Hey! Where do you humans house your nuclear warheads?”

C’mon, as an Australian teenager I can still remember that final scene and I still tear up. “What are your legs? Steel springs. What are they doing to do? Hurl you down the track”. Sure it ain’t Shakespeare but “avoid at all costs” is a bit strong. If nothing else it captures the sprint of the larrikin if nothing else

I prefer this one:

gravity, presumably

we cut to the BURNED OUT HELMET OF DARTH VADER OH MY GOD. But who fished it out of the funeral pyre at the end of Return of the Jedi?

"Chewie... we're home."

"Alas, poor Vader! I knew him, R2!"

Good interview.

Battlestar Galactica

As a fiction writer, you'd be in good company.

Not quite fantasy, but Blackadder had a few zingers