A friend tipped me off to the lovely news of the live-action remake of Akira, set in New York, featuring a bunch of white guys. Whaaaat? Didn’t anybody learn anything from the Last Airbender casting debacle? Said I, “Don’t you love Hollywood?” Said he, “There is not enough no-ness in the word ‘no’ to convey my sense of no.”
Why call it Akira at all, at that point? Why alienate fans by creating an all-white bastardization that has little to nothing to do with the original?
Coincidentally, I found an article on Cracked that totally explains. (Is Cracked called “Cracked” because of its crack-like addictiveness? You click on one article, and that’s it; your entire day is gone. It’s as bad as TVTropes–to which I will not link. You can find that vortex of time-suckage all on your own.)
It reminds me of that Dragonball movie a few years ago–you know, the one that had nothing whatsoever to do with Dragonball? Sigh. When will these people learn? (A rhetorical question. The answer: never.)