No writing yesterday. The story I'm writing based on Dave McKean's Neanderthal is still in the germination phase. I can well imagine that, to uninformed observers, the germination phase looks a hell of a lot like laziness. It usually feels that way, too.
I would very much like to be able to begin the Next New Novel early in March. But a bunch of things have to be finished first, including that short story.
February is all loose ends.
Last night we watched Breck Eisner's The Last Witch Hunter (2015), a film that I have added to my mental list of the worst and dullest films I've ever that I've actually managed to sit through. Vin Diesel mutters and mumbles his way through what feels much more like a LARP session than a screenplay. The supporting cast – Michael Caine, Elijah Wood, and Rose Leslie – project the distinct impression that they've been ordered to deliver wooden performances in a desperate attempt to make Vin Diesel's acting seem less atrocious. If so, it doesn't work. I admit, I have a soft spot for the oaf, but at least his Big Ridiculous Films are usually fun and pretty to look at. The Last Witch Hunter is neither. It's just bad. "I am Groot," indeed.