Don't Panic?

The most rabid of my many Douglas-Adams-fanatic friends has sent me a two-line email: "aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! http://hitchhikers.movies.go.com/index.html"

I understand his excitement: 20 years of development hell (hoo-ha?) later, the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy movie is finally coming to theatres. Evidently I'm more conflicted about the impending release than he is.

I love the books, but I don't want to watch the film. I'm dubious of Hollywood's ability to cinematographically translate a book whose comedy thrived in its asides and details (cf. ,Harry Potter). And the images and voices of the characters are so set in my mind, I've intentionally avoided all the dramatised versions out there.

And yet... Martin Freeman. Hmm.

Principles versus lust. A delicate balancing act...

(Oh, who am I kidding? If he's sporting Tim hair I'm going!)