By By and large, I share Alex’s thoughts and opinions of D.J. Caruso. Garth Ennis’s Preacher is one of the best comics I’ve ever read and it does not belong in the constrictive framing of a motion picture, nor should it be in the hands of herr Caruso when there’s plenty of other, much more talented directors out there. That said, I’d give my left testicle to see Dead Space on the big screen. I don’t care who directs it, just make it happen. And, according to Caruso, it will happen, eventually.
“We had one attempt of trying to do a prequel, but the story didn’t quite work out as well as we wanted it to. But if we can capture how – I don’t want to say, I guess, how scary or horrifying it would be to play that game because it’s really, really fantastic – it’d be fun to make that into a movie.”
Dead Space is the second franchise to chill me to the bone, following Silent Hill. I get no greater joy than being terrified to the point where I have to put the controller down and walk away. This is a feat I’ve been desperately searching for in film form. No movie has managed to get me to stop it and walk away. I’ve averted my gaze, but it’s always because of physical torture of one form or another. The news that the next Silent Hill movie is coming (and is based on the third installment, my second favorite) gets me all sorts of excited. A Dead Space movie only sweetens the pot. With a staggering amount of Expanded Universe material in the form of books and animated movies, there’s plenty to go on.
The only problem is Captain PG-13 helming. Dead Space is not for kids. It needs to be a hard, hard R, what with all the killer baby zombie aliens and guts and blood and screams and gore and psychosis. You can expect a How to Do It one day, but until then, I’ll just have to keep watching The Thing and Event Horizon over and over and squinting my eyes in the hopes that I can pass them off for a Dead Space film.
[via Eurogamer]