Fuckin Hollywood

I ain't the first to say it, but, really, instead of being amazed at how many shit movies get made, it's actually more accurate to be amazed that any decent ones get made at all.
This is just a tiny slice of the decades-long history of (what would end up being) Tim Burton's remake of Planet of the Apes...

Fox (Studios) became frustrated by the distance between their approach and (writer Terry) Hayes' interpretation of (then Exec Producer and directorial candidate Oliver) Stone's ideas, as producer Don Murphy put it, "Terry wrote a Terminator and Fox wanted The Flintstones". Fox studio executive Dylan Sellers felt the script could be improved by comedy. "What if (the scripted hero, to be played by an agreeable Arnie)  Robinson finds himself in Ape land and the Apes are trying to play baseball? But they're missing one element, like the pitcher or something." Sellers continued. "Robinson knows what they're missing and he shows them, and they all start playing." Sellers refused to give up his baseball scene, and when Hayes turned in the next script, sans baseball, Sellers fired him. Dissatisfied with Sellers' decision to fire Hayes, (subsequent directorial candidate Philip) Noyce left Return of the Apes in February 1995 to work on The Saint.

Which, as we know, worked out great for everyone.
Nice pants, Fatmer.

Oh, and studio exec Sellers?

...a drunken Dylan Sellers crashed his car, killing a much-loved colleague and earning jail time.

And the final Burton effort was just fucking dogshit anyways.

To say the least.

Sorry, what about the who there then?????

Baseball.
That just kills me.

Raj