…in his pants!

From Cinematical:

Rachel McAdams and Eric Bana have inked deals to co-star in The Time Traveler’s Wife, a science-fiction love story based on the best-selling novel by Audrey Niffenegger. Bana will play Henry De Tamble, a librarian with a genetic disorder that causes him to shift back and forth through time. During his journeys through time, he meets and falls in love with Clare Abshire, a young heiress. Robert Schwentke, who most recently directed the Jodie Foster disappointment Flightplan, will take the reigns with a script by Jeremy Leven. Variety notes that a rewrite is currently being penned by Bruce Joel Rubin, who successfully combined high-concept and romance once before, with Ghost.

Shooting is scheduled to begin in August, with production duties being handled by Brad Pitt and Nick Wechsler, who is also producing the forthcoming Reservation Road and We Own the Night, and recently came off The Fountain, which Pitt famously backed out of after of a long engagement. The Variety story notes that McAdams has been dancing around this project ever since it was first snapped up by New Line in 2003. She’s since starred in New Line hits Wedding Crashers and The Notebook, so the part was probably hers to lose. Next up for McAdams is The Return, a story of soldiers rotating back to the world from Iraq. Bana’s next high-profile project is The Other Boleyn Girl, in which he plays King Henry VIII.

I was “meh” over The Time-Traveler’s Wife. I only read it because a persistent girlfriend was like, “You like romance novels! You have to read it!” Pfft. I couldn’t get into it because I thought the premise was ridiculous. For weeks, I couldn’t stop joking about it. “Man, I wish I had a genetic disorder that caused me to shift back and forth through time.” Anyway, [spoiler!] the ending was a downer and it made me depressed and shit for a week. Stupid book. Speaking of shit that made me cry, the female lead of the movie adaptation of TTTW is none other than Rachel McAdams, who also starred in the shit-tastic, The Notebook. Yay. I like her. And Eric Bana. Mmm. Eric Bana. Yum. I don’t know if I can watch this movie, though. EB has this… whole quiet intensity thing that totally slayed me in Munich. Combined with the earnestness and tortured chasing-love-through-the-corridors- of-time premise of this movie, I might end up sticking my head in an oven afterward. The book had no sense of humor whatsoever… but maybe they’ll give it a happy Hollywood ending that makes ZERO SENSE. Awesome.

Unless I receive word that EB is gonna be butt-nekkid and doing the sprinkler dance (see below) in it, I don’t know if I’d want to see it. *sigh*

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