Live Action/CGI Rescue Rangers Movie In The Works - Another one

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The animated characters are getting the live-action/CG hybrid treatment.

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The animated characters are getting the live-action/CG hybrid treatment.
Disney’s feature film reimagining of Chip ‘n’ Dale: Rescue Rangers has found its director.
Akiva Schaffer, one-third of Lonely Island along with Andy Samberg and Jorma Taccone, has closed a deal to direct the studio’s live-action/CG hybrid take on Rescue Rangers, featuring the classic chipmunk duo.
David Hoberman and Todd Lieberman, who produced The Muppets as well as Beauty and the Beast for the studio, are producing the project, whose distribution path is unclear. It may end up a theatrical release or could head to Disney+, the company’s upcoming streaming service that launches later this year.
Chip ‘n Dale have been tormenting various Disney characters since 1943 but got a makeover in in 1989 with Chip ‘n Dale Rescue Rangers. The show saw Chip, the brains behind the pair, and Dale, the goofball, running a detective agency and helping animal clients. Disney made three seasons' worth of shows that then ran in syndication for the next decade on The Disney Channel.
Plot details for Rangers are being squirreled away, but it will not be an origin story nor detective agency story. Rather, the take is being described as being meta, something self-referential and cool. Dan Gregor and Doug Mand wrote the script.
That meta take could prove to be perfect match in the hands of Schaffer, who with his Lonely Island cohorts made classic digital shorts for Saturday Night Live, both as writer and director. He also co-directed the mockumentary Popstar: Never Stop Stopping, acclaimed Hulu comedy Pen15, and off-the-wall sketch comedy series I Think You Should Leave with Tim Robinson. Schaffer is repped by UTA and Ziffren Brittenham.
Execs Louie Provost and Jessica Virtue are overseeing for the studio, Alex Young is shepherding for Mandeville Films/TV.
 
That's less egregious than their other LA remakes as at least Rescue Rangers was a TV show, so making it a movie offers something different besides giving us a shittier version of a movie we've already seen.

But Goddamn the Furry crowd is going to come out in full force for this one. Oh sweet Lord help us all.

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Plot details for Rangers are being squirreled away, but it will not be an origin story nor detective agency story. Rather, the take is being described as being meta, something self-referential and cool. Dan Gregor and Doug Mand wrote the script.

Okay, that sounds horrible.
 
Does anyone remember that weird boomer deviantart who made lots of creepy gadget fan art? His mexican wife would knit him gadget shit or something like that even though he was making porn of her.

Can't find this guy atm.

The infamous Ray Jones.

I think he's an actual, literal boomer, too, not just a meme boomer. He would be about 69 years old now.

That’s sweet, the people who grew up fapped to this show can finally share it with their grandchildren.

FTFY.
 
When I first got on the internet I quickly found out a lot of people were obsessed with the so-called "Disney Afternoon" cartoons of the 1990s. I didn't go looking for this information, the proof was all just there ready to be run into by the unsuspecting. Among the things I discovered along with other people who enjoyed gawking at internet trainwrecks were all of the fan projects that featured incredibly hamfisted attempts by adult fans at writing overwrought "adult" fan comics about the Rescue Rangers and Darkwing Duck and the like.
 
The infamous Ray Jones.

I think he's an actual, literal boomer, too, not just a meme boomer. He would be about 69 years old now.



FTFY.

Oh, I remember coming across this guy at a long-gone forum devoted to, I guess you could call it internet atrocity tourism. Amongst a slew of links to personal websites maintained by people obsessed with Darkwing Duck, TaleSpin, Rescue Rangers, etc. was...Ray Jones. Now I'm remembering his poetic tribute to the object of his obsession that, upon reading it did not make my skin crawl so much as remove itself from my body and attempt to hitchhike away. To punish everyone, I'm going to quickly look it up, and oh there it is...

A Very Bad Poem to a Very Good Mouse


by Ray Jones



A friend I know, winnowing down his stuff,

Before he moves to some place far remote,

Gave to me some cast-off fluff,

Some junk he didn't wish to tote.



Amongst the books and Star Wars glasses

A cardboard box I met --

All filled with heavy rattling masses,

The remains of an old mecchano set.



I tipped it over and spilled across the table

Metal plates, plus girders short and tall,

Bolts, rods, gears and coils of cable,

Mixed with wires and motors small.



Now the night was late and I was pooped

To help my friend to pack and carry;

So soon my head all heavy drooped,

And soon my snores grew scary.



Somewhere there, 'neath midnight's darkest drape,

My dreams began to roll,

And I thought I saw a little shape

Amongst the metal start to stroll.



I thought -- I thought -- but no! It couldn't be!

That little form in purple clad

With swaying hips and tail a'bobbing free

And yellow mane like jeweler's gold run mad!



She stopped and stooped, the junk to see

And lifted plate or wheel,

Then stared straight up at me,

Imploringly, for parts to let her steal!



"By all the shapes and shades of dreams!" I cried,

"Take whate'er you like!"

She winked one big blue eye and sighed

A sigh that all my soul with joy did strike!



Now she set to work with speed,

Her pretty nose here, her lovely hand there

In quest of her next need,

Wagging her tail in the air.



Wheels and axles fell in place

Beneath the girder span that held the frame

Where the motor found its space

And where the batt'ry came.



Gears and bands, transmission made,

Some cardboard for the seat;

Cables for her steering wheel she laid

And pedals for her feet.



All too soon the truck was fashioned;

With craft and cunning skill she did the chore,

When then again up at me she looked, impassioned,

A silent plea to place her work upon the floor.



I set down her truck and when I straightened up,

She scampered on my sleeve and shoulder

My cheek in her tiny hand to cup

And grin at me, much bolder.



And at that soft touch, something broke

Within my hard old heart

And hot, salt tears awoke

Down my hard old cheeks to start.



For in those big blue eyes were all of gentleness

And all of childhood dreams,

Joy, compassion, kindness,

And harmless, impish schemes.



Summer days were there, and autumn's windy sighs

With love's first pain that made us fools

And such wisdom as old Solomon, likewise,

Would bow to hold her tools.



Now down my arm and leg she twitches

To her truck upon the floor.

She pushed some switches,

The motor buzzed, and rolled towards the door.



Before she vanished from my sight,

She turned and waved at me!

And all my soul she set alight

To think such loveliness, these days, could be.



When I awoke, from slumber now aborted,

My thought, of course, was to look for any missing piece.

But I hadn't counted, cataloged or sorted

So any hopes of proof must cease.



But now when I sleep at night

I keep beside my bed, where golden lamplight streams,

A box of plastic parts, and of metal bright

That might, perhaps, please the Gadget of my dreams!

:full-out laughing in madness:
 
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