Whedonesque.com - The Joss Whedon Blog
February 03 2007
SATIN TIGHTS NO LONGER. Joss will not be fighting for our rights after all.
You (hopefully) heard it here first: I'm no longer slated to make Wonder Woman.
What? But how? My chest... so tight! Okay, stay calm and I'll explain as best I
can. It's pretty complicated, so bear with me. I had a take on the film that,
well, nobody liked. Hey, not that complicated.
Let me stress first that everybody at the studio and Silver Pictures were cool
and professional. We just saw different movies, and at the price range this kind
of movie hangs in, that's never gonna work. Non-sympatico. It happens all the
time. I don't think any of us expected it to this time, but it did. Everybody
knows how long I was taking, what a struggle that script was, and though I felt
good about what I was coming up with, it was never gonna be a simple slam-dunk.
I like to think it rolled around the rim a little bit, but others may have
differing views.
The worst thing that can happen in this scenario is that the studio just keeps
hammering out changes and the writer falls into a horrible limbo of development.
These guys had the clarity and grace to skip that part. So I'm a free man.
Well, sorta. There is that "Goners" movie I can finally finish polishing, and
plenty of other things in the hopper I've wanted to pursue. I'm as relieved as I
am disappointed, and both of those things lead to drink, so that's a plus.
Truly, you may be hearing some interesting things brewing in the coming months.
But all potential jets therein will be visible.
But most importantly, I never have to answer THAT question again!!!! And you
don't have to link to every rumor site! Finally and forever: I never had an
actress picked out, or even a consistant front-runner. I didn't have time to
waste on casting when I was so busy air-balling on the script. (No! Rim! There
was rim!) That's the greatest relief of all. I can do interviews again!
Thanks for your time. You are the people who make the world go 'round. Or, no,
science does that.
-joss
ps All right, it was Cobie Smulders. Sorry, Cobes.