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Tell Me About the Rabbits, George

Intriguing, I think, this idea of mixing up Mel Brooks with classic literature. What if he were to recreate Jane Eyre or Wuthering Heights? MacBeth or Oliver Twist?

What if Mel Brooks and Gene Wilder were to team up again with a revised version of Of Mice and Men? Gene Wilder would be George, the smarter caring but cautious friend, and Rick Moranis would be Lenny, constantly asking for stories of rabbits and forever petting dead mice he keeps stock-piled in his pockets.

I'm not sure who would be cast in the role of Curly or his wife, who of course would not be killed--send suggestions. And, of course, Lenny would not be shot in the head at the end--he'd end up...hmm...I'm not sure. We'll have to give his future some thought. Or we'll have to leave that to Mel Brooks.

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dive said…
You do come up with the most wonderful ways of entertaining our office staff. Current thinking on this one is:

Gene Wilder would be perfect for George, but Rick Moranis as Lenny? That's a strange one, although as John Malkovich has kind of spoiled the role, someone as odd as Rick might just work …
Madeline Kahn is sadly no more, but even dug up and propped in a corner would do a better job that Sherilyn Fenn did.
And Mel Brooks himself for Curly.

As we have not yet forgiven Nicholas Cage for the execrable desecration of the Wicker Man, let's have Lenny shoot him in the head (mercy killing). Then a big song and dance finale, like in Zatoichi.
11:01 AM
Scout said…
You need to post a big group pic of the office staff so I know who I'm causing to be shiftless and unproductive.

Hmm. I wasn't even thinking of film versions of Mice and Men--I was going straight from the book.
11:06 AM
Sassy Sundry said…
Oh dear. I have horrifying pictures of Steinbeckian musical numbers here.
6:46 PM
Scout said…
Sassy, something like
Little bunny foo foo
hopping through the forest
scooping up the field mice
and bopping them on the head
7:25 PM
Ms Mac said…
I have a couple of friends who make me feel like Lennie to their George. Maybe I should put myself forward for the part if it's ever available.
11:51 AM
Ms Mac said…
That Stella person is me, by the way.
11:52 AM
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