Mikhail Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita has quite a bizarre history. Bulgakov spent 10 years writing it (1930-1940), and then he died, leaving his wife to finish it up. Bad news for her, though; Stalin banned the damn thing. Then, between 1967 and 1989, six versions of the book were published, the last of which is now considered “canon.”
Way back when (1980), Roman Polanski aimed to take a shot at the material, but Warners ended up shutting that project down. Now, the door is open for Stone Village Pictures (Love in the Time of Cholera, The Human Stain) to attempt the first English-language screen adaptation of the book. Scott Steindorff will produce, and there is no writer or director yet.
For those not familiar with The Master and Margarita, let me warn you that it’s, ah, fucking weird, but at the same time entertaining. It’s a satire that satires all kinds of shit while managing to still be very effective. I’m assuming that’s why people calll it a masterpiece.
I’ve been scouring the World Wide Web for a good, short plot summary (mine was becoming way too long), but it isn’t working, so here is what the Hollywood Reporter has:
“Master and Margarita begins in pre-WWII Moscow, where the devil appears as a mysterious man who insinuates himself into a literary crowd. Amid a series of deaths and disappearances, the devil brings together the title characters, a despairing novelist and his devoted but married lover. The story shifts to the setting of the master’s rejected novel, Jerusalem in the time of Pontius Pilate, and then to a supernatural world where Satanic forces have taken over Margarita’s life.” The Evil One is accompanied by a trio of demons, one of which is Behemoth, pictured here.
There is a literal cornucopia of different ways someone could approach an adaptation of this work. On the other hand, whoever ends up writing it will have to use all his or her creative faculties to do it well; it would be pretty easy to fuck it up.





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Seriously, if anybody posts negative shit in here, I'm gonna go apeshit on you all with my crossbow.
Stop fucking writing. I'm pleading with you.
I think we're going about this incorrectly. Complaining or making fun of Owen isn't going to get rid of him here, so obviously we'll need to find him another job. I'm working on a glowing review to send to various other outlets singing his praises, starting with AICN.
Jesus Christ Owen, I've refrained from the bash-fests until now but you fucking suck at writing these articles. This novel is one of the greatest of the 20th century and is much MUCH more than "fucking weird." You've obviously never read the thing so stop fucking acting like you have (and, if you have, you might need to work on your reading comprehension.) Please ask Devin or Jeremy for help next time….also, don't write about things you know nothing about. You are fucking embarrassing yourself and this site.
"a satire that satires all kinds of shit…"
Oh lawd :/
LOL! Now Owen's pretending he knows about/understands serious literature! WTF! The arrogance of this fucktard!!! Seriously, get cancer and die.
Now see here, 00 Owen. This is what we call a "period". This is used to separate sentences. Example of its proper usage:
Mikhail Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita has quite a bizarre history. Bulgakov spent a decade between 1930 and 1940 writing it. Then he died, leaving his wife to finish it up. Bad news for her since Stalin banned the damn thing. Then, between 1967 and 1989, six versions of the book were published. The last of which is now considered “canon".
Oh and I removed those parentheses because you're abusing them. Please pay attention Owen. Be sure bring her back in one piece.
Sincerely,
Q
I cut off my own balls to ensure that I don't sire any children that would have to live in a world in which writing such as this exists.
let's sterilize everyone in alabama !LOL! Owen is teh stupid!
Rare and true fact: many people believe that once the Norwegians unearthed "the Thing" in John Carpenter's heartwarming movie that he started to destroy the entire camp, leading to his occupation at US outpost #31. In fact, after becoming unfrozen, "the thing" was a pleasnt enough creature that enjoyed healthy amounts of Steve Guttenburg films and dirty martinis. That was until a piece of Owen's writing made it into the Norwegian camp. The rest, as they say, is history. What DO you think the Norwegian is saying to the americans before he gets capped?
Just wanted to point out, Ken A, that your revision creates a few fragments (particularly with the last sentence, but also debatably your fourth, which could be better integrated with the third in this fashion:
"Then he died, leaving his wife to finish it up, [which was] bad news for her since [soonafter] Stalin banned the damn thing."
So, in the words of Amy Archer from THE HUDSUCKER PROXY, "Only a numbskull thinks he knows things about things he knows nothing about." I'm not going to herald Owen's writing to the high heavens, but if you're going to make condescending corrections, make sure your corrections are fucking right, or you end up looking like an idiot.
It wouldn't surprise me if these comments are the same 2 or 3 people posting under several different pseudonyms. You fuckers are cruel. Our real concern here is not your hatred for Owen's writing, but the fact that cats can now brandish handguns.
So Owen's the cat, and the gun is some sort of writing utensil?
Owen's writing< "Troop Beverley Hills"
Some books really don't translate at all to the big screen. Geisha was a soul-less mess. I have yet to see Cholera (can't really compare the two, tho) – Never read this one, but now I'm curious. Interesting article.
Wow, the bitching about Phil Owen makes me want to see him write more, if only because the haters postings make his writing so much better by comparison.
"It’s a satire that satires" good lord man! just stop
It's one of my favorite books, so I'm excited that it may be getting some more exposure – even if it will be easy to fuck up, as you say. Thanks for this, Owen!
The art of writing is to the Beatles as Owen is to Mark David Chapman.
The art of writing is to Kurt Cobain as Owen is to a shotgun blast to the head.
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