Blood Meridian

>The Kid
Timothy Chatroulette
>The Judge
The Mountain
>Directed by
Refn

Jeremy Saulnier as director

Director: Clint Eastwood or Robert Eggers
The Kid: Dante Pereira-Olson or Jacob Tremblay
Judge Holden: Glenn Fleshler
Toadvine: Jackie Earle Haley or Sam Rockwell
Captain White: Michael Shannon or Edward Norton
Glanton: Steven Ogg
Tobin: Elijah Wood or Bradley Cooper
David Brown: Joseph Sikora
Black Jackson: Michael K. Williams
White Jackson: Tim Roth

i forgot to mention that obviously the Kid will have to have 2 or 3 different actors if they're covering the whole time period of the book, maybe Jake Gyllenhaal as the adult kid

He murders and he likes dogs

"I can man anything that eats. Get me a piece of jerky." ---John Joel Glanton

>Hire a director
Me.

Have you niggers even read Blood Meridian?

I don't know how to read

I have which is how I know Refn is the only man for the job

fuckin kino

>not casting Walton Goggins as Glanton
I didn't know there were so many plebs here.

The only role that really matters is the Judge, and the only actor who could have played the Judge was John Goodman 20 years ago.

We missed our chance at Blood Meridian kino when he lost weight and got old.

warwick davis as the kid
klaus kinski as judge holden
directed by peter greenaway

Yo
You’re on to something.

Goose as an adult for sure. Yes, twice it’s the only book I’ve read in the last two y

Javier could do it with a fuckton of makeup. Idk where this meme comes from that he can’t. There’s more than a few actors who could do it if they take it seriously.
Everyone else interchangeable. The Judge is the most important character in the book.

>John Goodman
No, just no

yeah I forgot about him, he'd be pretty good

Yes just yes
Who
Who
Who

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FAT FUCKING HOLDEN, HUH?

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ah, blood meridian, monsieur? that novel is the sark and chaparral of literature, the filament whereon rode the remuda of highbrow, corraled out of some destitute hacienda upon the arroya, quirting and splurting with main and with pyrolatrous coagulate of lobated grandiloquence. our eyes rode over the pages, monsieur, of that slatribed azotea like argonauts of suttee, juzgados of swole, bights and systoles of walleyed and tyrolean and carbolic and tectite and scurvid and querent and creosote and scapular malpais and shellalagh. we scalped, monsieur, the gantlet of its esker and led our naked bodies into the rebozos of its mennonite and siliceous fauna, wallowing in the jasper and the carnelian like archimandrites, teamsters, combers of cassinette scoria, centroids of holothurian chancre, with pizzles of enfiladed indigo panic grass in the saltbush of our vigas, true commodores of the written page, rebuses, monsieur, we were the mygale spiders too and the devonian and debouched pulque that settled on the frizzen studebakers, listening the wolves howling in the desert while we saw the judge rise out of a thicket of corbelled arches, whinstone, cairn, cholla, lemurs, femurs, leantos, moonblanched nacre, uncottered fistulas of groaning osnaburg and kelp, isomers of fluepipe and halms awap of griddle, guisado, pelancillo.