I Am Legend
Posted on : 22-02-2012 | By : Kirk | In : Movies, News, Writing
Tags: horror, I Am Legend, Overbrook, prequel, remake, Richard Matheson, Robert Neville, sequel, vampires, Warner Bros., Will Smith, zombies
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So Deadline reported last week that Warner Bros. is moving forward with a sequel to the latest film adaptation of I Am Legend from a few years back.
I saw it the first weekend it was in theaters (it was my birthday) and never again. I’ve seen The Last Man On Earth with Vincent Price, which was okay. I have not seen The Omega Man.
But I Am Legend was awful – not necessarily as a story or film on its own, but definitely when you consider its source material. It’s one of the most influential and powerful vampire stories that’s ever been written, but you wouldn’t know that if you’ve never read the book. Because somebody thought having vague sort-of-zombie-vampire-creatures was a better idea.
It took all the humanism out of the “others” in the story, and that is what makes them so horrifying. Yes, they are now vampires, yes they want to kill him – but they are also living, breathing creatures. They think, and speak, and rationalize.
That approach really turned me off from the film more than anything. I can understand the thinking behind the decision, but man, how rich the story could have been. And if you change a fundamental aspect of the story so much that it alters the entire thematic atmosphere, especially of the ending, please – please change the title.
In the book the title is more of a revelation than anything, a sick and ironic ending to his life and years of loneliness. He realizes just before he dies that the world has changed, it’s inverted – vampires are no longer legend, they are fact. Humans are no longer fact. Humans are now the ones that come in the night (daytime for the vamps) and destroy you and your loved ones. Humans are now the ones the vampires tell stories about. Robert Neville is immortal in the folklore of the new vampire society because of how he has hunted them for years. Neville is legend. It’s so powerful and thought-provoking, especially in the way it makes you consider how you relate to the world around you, a world that is ever changing.
In the movie, he hates the monsters, wants to cure them, captures them to run tests, then they come after him when they find out where he lives. They get in. Two random people he’s come across are able to escape when he blows his lab up with himself and many creatures in it to give them time. Then…he is legend?
So no, I don’t want a sequel to that. Or a prequel. I want a redo.
I (among many others, I’m sure) would love to tackle another film adaptation of this story, but based on the financial success of this latest one, I doubt that will happen for a long time. Then again, the Hulk, Spiderman, reboots can be right away – so what if we did another I Am Legend remake within five or six years of this last one that’s more true to the source material and we keep Will Smith in the lead role? That could be crazy/awesome/crazy-awesome.
A while back I scribbled down an opening sequence for another take on it – I’ve done some tinkering but here it is, a humble attempt at an opening. Let me know what you think!
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET -- DAY
An old STATION WAGON putters down the street -- a blemish on an otherwise modern neighborhood.
At the wheel is ROBERT NEVILLE, slightly disheveled and sweating a bit, as if he’s just finished a decent workout.
He scans the road ahead, a weary look in his eyes. The dashboard clock reads 4:30 -- the workday nears its end.
NEVILLE (V.O.)
People used to think cancer was the worst disease known to man. And AIDS. And smallpox.
EXT. DRIVEWAY -- DAY
He pulls up to a beautiful two story house. Shuts the car off, grabs a DUFFEL BAG from the passenger seat.
Pushes the door open and steps out -- notices that the GAZING BALL in the front yard has been smashed to pieces, scattered in a burst of color across the lawn. He almost frowns, but doesn’t. Stoic.
NEVILLE (V.O.)
What a bunch of bulls--t.
Heads for the front door.
INT. FOYER -- DAY
Neville steps inside, bag over his shoulder. Closes the door behind him and heads down the hall to the
KITCHEN
where he plops the duffel onto the counter and opens the fridge. Scans its shelves.
NEVILLE (V.O.)
I think I‘ve lost my humanity.
He shuts it, starts looking through the cabinets.
NEVILLE (V.O.)
I wouldn’t be the first. But am I the last?
Finds the jackpot -- LIQUOR. And lots of it.
NEVILLE (V.O.)
I try to rationalize it; I tell myself that everybody questions the value of life at some point; it’s normal to go numb...
He opens a BOTTLE, downs half. When he finally lowers it, he grimaces at the taste.
NEVILLE (V.O.)
Cheap liquor’ll do that to you.
Caps it and then transfers the other bottles into his bag.
Shoulders it again, half-empty bottle still in hand, and heads back down the hall toward the stairs.
INT. STAIRWAY/UPSTAIRS HALLWAY -- DAY
As he ascends, we see several framed pictures line the wall. Years of memories.
He passes by without a glance -- and we see that they are of ANOTHER FAMILY.
This is not Neville’s house.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM -- DAY
The door slowly opens, Neville in the threshold. Staring straight ahead.
BLANKETS cover the windows, protecting the room’s darkness. Hints of sunlight peek through their edges.
He steps inside, finishing off the bottle.
NEVILLE (V.O.)
Even so, I can’t stop.
Sets it down on the dresser, wipes his mouth.
Goes to the bed.
A PALE WOMAN lays there, her breath heavy and slow -- deep in sleep.
NEVILLE (V.O.)
I don’t know how.
He puts the bag down, kneels to open it.
NEVILLE (V.O.)
Maybe it’s the curiosity. And maybe today’s the day I find some answers.
Stands, holding something out of view. He looks down at her with a cold, hateful glare.
NEVILLE (V.O.)
Or maybe not.
He raises the STAKE-
NEVILLE (V.O.)
But what is it about a stake that makes their blood boil?
Then with FULL FORCE and the complete casualness of having done this hundreds of times before, he brings it down toward her chest-
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