For those of you who don't know, my three favorite novels are Michael Crichton's Jurassic Park, Terry Pratchett's Night Watch, and Robert Heinlein's The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.
The last of those three is getting an adaptation. And they're changing the title.
Now, if you look at a certain recent adaptation of a certain recent book, and then immediately go to The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, you'd be forgiven for imagining Luna dressed up as a dominatrix (and for those of you whose thought processes didn't go there, who lead saner, more normal lives: you're welcome). I can understand why you wouldn't want that image.
But come up with something at least as provocative, idiot!
Oh, wait, this is Hollywood, they're going to f*ck it up anyway. A big big big big big big big big BIG plot point of that novel is how gravity is different on the Moon (and before you ask, yes, Heinlein, like Clarke in Rama, had an obsession about what low gravity does to boobies). Ask yourself if they're really going to go through the expense of portraying that realistically.
Meantime, go check out Moon, a totally fantastic no-budget sci-fi thriller that pretty easily earns a slot on the Best Five Films Of My Lifetime list (it didn't address the gravity problem, but that's okay; it wasn't crucial to the plot). Or, go check out Moonraker, an over-the-top farce that is nevertheless hugely entertaining. (Or go read the book, which is probably my favorite Bond book.)
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