Today has been a rough day.  First, the only new horror film on Netflix is “Alligator X”–which sucks even more since I saw the very entertaining “Occupant” yesterday and my standards and expectations are a bit higher than usual.  Prior to that I had an argument with a colleague at work over their problem with Apple’s lack of willingness to repair a MacBook monitor under AppleCare that he broke.

Yeah, I should have just ignored him, but I don’t brook fools well.

Then, there’s my attempted summoning of Cthulhu, which is not quite as easy as you’d think.  I mean, if you’ve read as many tales of the Cthulhu Mythos as I have, you’d probably have reached the impression that all you’d need are the addition of a few common household items, and there you go, one alien, malevolent deity to go.

I was ready to just kiss off the rest of the day when a bright spot appeared:  Paul Verhoeven, director of “Spetters,” “Hollow Man,” Starship Troopers, “Showgirls, among others, is preparing a movie based upon the life of Jesus Christ, though what’s even more interesting is that he’s doing so based upon a book that he actually co-wrote.

Verhoeven is a kinetic, clever, and perceptive director; he also happens–if his finished projects are any indicator–to be apeshite crazy, which makes me really, really curious about what he could do with material like this.

The story comes courtesy of Deadline.