Proof Again or With a Name Like Eucalyptus...

I can contain my excitement no longer!

More than ten years ago, non-Cameroonian Jocelyn Moorhouse directed a dark, funny, elegantly structured little film called Proof. Her two male leads went on to star in some of the most ginormous products Hollywood has distributed in recent years, while all she got out of it was another critically praised yet obscure movie and a couple of weepy chick flicks.

Perhaps soon, this (dare I say) injustice will be rectified. A few trade papers have reported that a certain shirty actor plans to give the Opie movies a rest and act under Moorhouse's direction once again in Eucalyptus, a film set in their native region. With a name like that, it has to be good. Oh, let it come to pass! Let no injuries stand in the way! Let no sacrosanct respect for the source material screw up the script!

Have American chick flicks ruined Ms. Moorhouse, or will she, inspired by a burly muse, at last fulfill the promise of her first feature? I'll have to wait over a year to find out.