Pride and Predator

For me, I could never get past the death-by-semicolon nature of her writing. For others, it might be the fact that she conveniently forgot the social problems of the times (you know, the Napoloenic wars and stuff). Or, I’m sure, the fact that she means the tedious sight of a thoroughly middle-class costume drama on the BBC. However, I believe we have come to a consensus on how to rectify the problems of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.

Just add seven-foot killer aliens:

It might prove something of a boon to those who reach for the remote control when yet another costume drama comes on television: Elton John’s Rocket Pictures is developing a new spin on Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, this time featuring a nefarious seven-foot extraterrestrial with hideous mandibles and a penchant for human blood. Yes, it’s Pride and Predator.

Will Clark, best known for his award-winning gothic comedy short The Amazing Trousers, will direct the film, which is being produced by Rocket partners Steve Hamilton Shaw and David Furnish.

“It felt like a fresh and funny way to blow apart the done-to-death Jane Austen genre by literally dropping this alien into the middle of a costume drama, where he stalks and slashes to horrific effect,” Furnish told Variety.

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About Mark Newton

Born in 1981, live in the UK. I write about strange things.


  1. The Predator’s greatest challenge yet: the niceties of Regency high society. “Mr Predator! Well! I do declare…”. Perhaps a third dimension of mashup, a flavour of Pygmalion, is in order, with somebody teaching the luckless alien hunter the ways of a gentleman.

    I’m slightly reminded here of the old Harry Enfield sketch: Terminator 3 – Merchant Ivory style. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKCAGb6Pzcg

  2. I hadn’t seen that Harry Enfield sketch before! I wonder if that’s where they got the idea from…

  3. Man’s got a brand image to maintain. Can’t afford to sing without the autotuner. I think it’s wise. In *fact*, I’m planning on doing all my book readings through autotuner. I’m also planning on arriving at all my readings in an aluminum foil wrapped cardboard box, delivered by a pair of gentleman in hazmat suits, and then tearing my way out with dual wielded claw hammers. While wearing a full body condom and a puffy snow vest, while playing both Slayer and Dixieland’s Greatest Hits in the background. With strobe lights. I was thinking fog machine, but that would probably be too much.

  4. I totally posted that comment on the wrong entry. I’m talking about T-Pain, above. Honestly, Akers, get it together.

  5. Tim: I’ll see your grand entrance and raise you one descent by helicopter, reading as I cling to the wire and desperately try not to drop the book. It’s gotta be done.