A new BBC adaptation is being made of The Day of the Triffids, but why are we still prepared to believe in a post-apocalyptic world roamed by flesh-eating semi-sentient plants? And do we have a love affair with fictionalised destruction?
It’s just awful, isn’t it? when people project their paranoia onto plants. All these Britons new no good could come from GM crops, but they hardly dared suspect it would turn them all into Tories.
So long as Genesis’s “Return of the Giant Hogweed” is either the soundtrack or the leit motif for the triffids, it’s all good.
song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NhyO2LmeJTE&feature=related
Peter Gabriel looking like CSI’s Jorja Fox, Phil Collin’s drumming and sporting flowing locks … they just don’t write five minute songs about heracleum mattegazzini any more.
Great,now I have the theme from the Rocky Horror Picture Show stuck in my head.
Years of therapy down the fucking tubes.
I lurves me some Hogweed. Old Genesis is cool, although not quite as cool as TLLDOB Genesis, which (for me) was the absolute peak.
Peter Gabriel now has not a scrap of hair on his head. There’s video of him on Youtube, but I can’t access it just now.
There’s nothing wrong with the original “Day of the Triffids”. Why can’t they leave well enough alone (see planned remake of “Day The Earth Stood Still”, which I won’t see either).
Cave Bear, nothing planned about it — the remake is done and I’ve seen it advertised on TV.
Keanu Reeves as Klaatu!?
Yeah, right. And I’ll bet Gort is a frickin’ R2-D2 ripoff.