DFW Biopic

Okay, let’s get real about the DFW biopic, shall we? Examine the evidence, below, via slate:

Let’s not even comment on the awkwardness of that grimace.

Okay, comment on it.

But don’t dwell.

What I find weird: that instead of making a movie of, oh, I don’t know, one of his BOOKS, let’s just make a movie about DFW on tour. And then film it at the Mall of America. (Which is where that Slate pic and vid were shot.)

I mean, forget about what the guy wrote, right? Or whether any of those words he committed to the page are really why anyone would care about seeing this kind of biopic. Naw, let’s just keep on magnifying that whole cult of the author thing. Let’s exploit his tragic suicide to make money (isn’t that, like, an author/writer thing that’s gift-wrapped for hollywood-style exploitation?). In fact, let’s make a buddy comedy / road movie. Because THAT sounds like a good idea.

Really, though, I call foul on the whole thing.  Maybe I’m being too harsh and it will turn out to be non-offensive pablum. But I doubt it.

For people who’ve at least tried, see the John Krasinski-directed Brief Interviews with Hideous Men, or the Colin Meloy / Michael Schur / Decemberists video for Calamity Song based on the game Eschaton from Infinite Jest.

 

Update: DFW’s estate is none too happy about the film. Big surprise.