I Suggest This, Without Remorse

 h/t Old NFO

What's that, you say? Hollyweird stepped on their wedding tackle with their woketard adaptation of a Clancy novel?? That's never happened before. Stop the presses!

I mean, other than anything of Clancy's with Harrison Ford or Ben Affleck in it.

Clancy said they'd only get another novel of his over his dead body, after seeing what they did with those. So now, apparently, that's exactly what's happened.

As I noted at NFO's site:

Clancy had fun pissing himself over what The Biz did to his novels when he was alive, until the day he died. 24/7/365. It was his second career, after writing.

He finally realized that a writer's job, once he sells the rights, is to spend the check, and STFU.

That dawning realization is when he stopped selling them rights to anything further. His estate is clearly only interested in the money. (Like anyone reading the phoned-in novellas concocted since his death with Clancy's name pasted on couldn't figure that out in a New York minute.) QED

Of course Hollyweird fornicated Without Remorse; Clancy refused to sell them any more novel rights after he saw what they did with everything after Hunt For Red October book of his they got sort of right).

Hollywood screws the pooch with published works because they can.

Anyone unaware of this should write it on their hand in laundry pen as a memory aid. Particularly published authors.

OTOH, not being a Lee Child book fan myself, Cruise's movies of same have been raging successes, no matter how diehard Child fans feel about that (and I get that). When you can find someone with Cruie's box office who happens to be 6'8" instead of 5'5", and built like a meat packer who juggles cows for fun, or an NFL middle linebacker, talent agents in Hollywood are awaiting your call.

The fact that Matt Damon looks like a spastic kid having a seizure during an acid trip when he fights hand-to-hand has done nothing to diminish the ongoing success of the Jason Bourne franchise, and for similar reasons. He brings box office, and he gets story. He didn't win his screenwriting Oscar on a fluke. So his shortcomings in MMA can be largely forgiven, and hidden with recourse to scene editing by a kid with ADHD, downing energy drinks by the six-pack, and out of ritalin for a month.

At root, the business part of "show business" is to put butts in seats. if they could cast Warwick Davis or Danny DeVito as Jack Reacher, and pull $300M in box office, and tell a good story, I'd still buy the ticket.

Where they throw the "business" out the window is when they not only screw the pooch on story, but deliver a badly-adapted one, and then compound the error by carpet-bombing it in "wokeness" as if it was liquid fertilizer sprayed from cropdusters.

When they avoid this error, the "business" model works.

When they don't, they lay turds the size of the Rocky Mountains.

Ask Disney about putting kathleen Kennedy in charge of memory-raping the entire Star Wars franchise (she'd need the entire SAS as bodyguards if she ever showed up in person at any Fan Con, and will until she dies); bring up Jar Jar Abrams' work with pounding the Star Trek tentpole all the way into the ground; mention Sam Mendes' dismantling of 007, driving that series right over the cliff without a parachute.

That sort of stupidity is what's burning Hollyweird to the ground, and it couldn't happen to a more deserving bunch of woketards.

If you're going to do this right, either show the same circumspection J.R.R.Tolkien's family did with Lord Of the Rings and The Hobbit; or else do what Stan lee did: insist on final production approval of anything made, with an iron-clad guaranteed kill switch in your contract.

Or else, take the check, cash it, and STFU.

And given Hollyweird's compulsory penchant, I would watch Without Remorse even if they strapped to a metal chair, and cut off my eyelids.

The way to beat them at their own game though, is to make a faithful adaptation of it, sith stellar production values, and without permission, then let the internet bootleg it, a la China for the last 40 years, and then sit back, and watch Hollywood play whack-a-mole when your version goes viral, and pops up 200 times a day everywhere, forever.

It could be done in a month or two, for under $100K, all in.

And the producers of the horrible "official" version would be eating a 10-foot party sub sh*t sandwich for decades.

These are bigger bombs that what we dropped on Japan in 1945.
It's the only cardinal sin in Hollywood.

That alone makes doing the bootleg version a moral imperative.

It's the only way they'll ever learn.