When Neil Gaiman’s “Sandman,” one of the most stirring and enveloping sagas I’ve ever experienced in any medium, at long last found safe harbor at Netflix, I was relieved.
Even if the live-action adaptation of arguably the greatest comic book series ever written fell short of my fevered imagination, it would at least be realized on the author’s terms.
And this was important to me not only because I adore the work, but because I know how very, very wrong it could’ve gone had Warner Bros.
moved forward with William Farmer’s rewrite of Ted Elliott and Terry Rossio’s screenplay adaptation in 1998.Everything I just said about “Sandman” as a comic book? The extreme opposite goes for Farmer’s script.
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