Cheers were heard from West Hollywood to Chelsea as the announcement rang forth that Armie Hammer would be playing the lead in the "who-the-hell-asked-for-this" reboot of The Lone Ranger.
To be frank, I'd have zero interest in this movie whatsoever if it weren't a Gore Verbinski film. I'm still in a bit of a state of shock after the awesomeness that was Rango, so Verbinski could announce his next project was an adaptation of the yellow pages and I'd be on board.
Johnny Depp is already attached to play Tonto.
I have a distinct memory of being bored out of my skull in 1981 when my father took me to the last reboot of the iconic radio programme character, The Legend of the Lone Ranger. It was supposed to be a great father-son bonding moment (a follow-up to us seeing Superman II, a theater-going experience I'll never forget) but I distinctly remember falling asleep, even though my old man cheered with the other dads when the Lone Ranger finally put on his mask.
The failed bonding experiment. My father and I don't speak now.
With this one it'll be grandfathers scratching their heads over why everything is so loud, jokey and in 3D. Unless they got it out of their system with The Green Hornet.
