Deadline is reporting that Saorise Ronan, of The Lovely Bones and Hanna fame, will be taking the lead in the film adaptation of Stephanie Meyer’s novel, The Host. Since I’m positive no one is aware of Meyer’s work outside of Twilight, here is the gist of the story —
“Our world has been invaded by an unseen enemy. Humans become hosts for these invaders, their minds taken over while their bodies remain intact and continue their lives apparently unchanged. Most of humanity has succumbed.
When Melanie, one of the few remaining “wild” humans is captured, she is certain it is her end. Wanderer, the invading “soul” who has been given Melanie’s body, was warned about the challenges of living inside a human: the overwhelming emotions, the glut of senses, the too vivid memories. But there was one difficulty Wanderer didn’t expect: the former tenant of her body refusing to relinquish possession of her mind.
Wanderer probes Melanie’s thoughts, hoping to discover the whereabouts of the remaining human resistance. Instead, Melanie fills Wanderer’s mind with visions of the man Melanie loves—Jared, a human who still lives in hiding. Unable to separate herself from her body’s desires, Wanderer begins to yearn for a man she has been tasked with exposing. When outside forces make Wanderer and Melanie unwilling allies, they set off on a dangerous and uncertain search for the man they both love.”
It sounds like Twilight meets Invasion of the Body Snatchers, which amuses me. It also sounds like something that will be a flop, just like everything that has tried to ride the cinematic wave started by the sparkley vampire franchise. I understand that this stuff works gangbusters in the print media and that these tween supernatural romances sell, but I don’t think they cut it as movies, as Beastly and Red Riding Hood have proven. Perhaps Meyer’s name will bring added cachet, and Ronan is looking good coming off of Hanna, but without Team Edward and Team Jacob, I doubt this weird concept will break big with the braces set. I’ll let you know after a matinee in which I lurk creepily in the back of the theater.