Before I throw in my own, I thought I'd highlight Entertainment Weekly's occasional contributions to this question. Every couple of months, in the movie reviews section, they have a sidebar blurb named "Remake This." The first unofficial entry in an "Ask the Critic" sidebar was when either Owen or Lisa said they'd love to see a remake of "Network." If I recall (it's been a few years), they suggested getting Anthony Hopkins as a reality-game-show host who goes berzerk and sends the ratings through the roof. Anyway, I dug up all the official entries and here they are:
Just One of the Guys: Its almost criminal that this 1985 comedyabout a teenager named Terri (Joyce Hyser) who attends high school in boys clothes to win a journalism contestgrossed only $11.5 million at the box office. Refreshingly nonhomophobica disheveled hottie named Rick (Clayton Rohner) is unfazed when Terry dotes on his hair and clothesGuys is the perfect redux candidate in light of Hollywoods current appetite for role-reversal flicks
so long as it eschews the tabloid-tarnished Lindsay Lohan and casts the phenomenal Amber Tamblyn as the girl in drag.
Love in the Afternoon: Revamping an Audrey Hepburn romantic comedy borders on the sacrilegious, and can be deadly for your career. (Remember Julia Ormand? In 1995s Sabrina? Exactly.) But director Billy Wilders schmaltzy 1957 soufflé of a filmabout a naïve Parisian cellist (Hepburn) feigning worldliness to seduce an aging American playboy (a miscast Gary Cooper)lacks the oomph and sly visual wit youd expect in a self-declared homage to Ernst Lubitsch (To Be or Not To Be). Though Wilder and co-writer I.A.L. Diamond are also responsible for 1960s gem The Apartment, Love is overly long and lacking in the zinger departmentnothing a modern infusion of sharp rewriting and star power (say, the gamine-like Natalie Portman) couldnt fix. Plus, who wouldnt pay to see, say, Pierce Brosnan play a businessman slick enough to keep a quartet of violin-playing Gypsies on speed dial? Michelle Kung
The Star Chamber: As usual, Hollywoods got it all wrong. We get that new ideas are hard to come by, but lately, theyve got this whole remake thing ass backwards. Take The Longest Yard. Why update a movie that pretty much stuck the landing the first time around? An ideal remake should be something with a killer premise that for some reason whiffed. Something like 1983s The Star Chamber. Marking the last gasp of the 70s vigilante flick, Star Chamber stars Michael Douglas as an idealistic young judge tapped by his mentor to join a secret society of fed-up judges who meet in a dark, wood-paneled room to vote on some real justice the kind thats carried out by hitmen. Hear that, Hollywood? Thats the sound of red-state America opening its wallet. Chris Nashawaty
The Black Cauldron: This Lloyd Alexander young-adult novel was butchered during the dark days at Disney Animation (post-Jungle Book, pre-Little Mermaid), its adaptation disappearing from Mouse House lore in shame
but that had nothing to do with the source material. Alexanders five-volume Chronicles of Prydain tells the story of Taran, an Assistant Pig-Keeper, whoalong with the strong-willed Princess Eilonwymust save the kingdom from the forces of evil. Think Jamie Bell and Evan Rachel Wood. Think mythology and epic sweep. Anyone looking for the next Lord of the Rings (and you know everyone is) could do a lot worse. Whitney Pastorek
Bullitt: Lets dispense with the heresy right up top: Bullitt is not a very good movie. It just isnt. Its a relatively run-of-the-mill Bay Area detective storynowhere near as good as, say, Vertigo, Dirty Harry, or even The Streets of San Franciscoredeemed only by one car chase. (And to an audience thats seen the speed thrills of Ronin, that Mustang-over-the-hills scene doesnt really hold up.) Yes, Steve McQueen was walking, talking cool, but the movieabout a stoic cop on the hunt for the person who killed the Mob informant he was assigned to protectjust sits there, wallowing in its turtle-necked pre-70s-ness. Why not take advantage of all the subcultures that San Francisco has to offer and craft a detective story that sends our Bullitt careening through the drug-laced enclaves of Haight-Ashbury, a mobbed-up Chinatown, and the go-go profit-hungry Silicon Valley? Get a director like The Bourne Supremacys Paul Greengrass or Layer Cakes Matthew Vaughnimport helmers who can bring both a taut style and an intimate sense of placeto guide Ewan McGregor or, even better, Benicio Del Toro through their paces. And hey, Fords got a new Mustang on the road, one that looks like its just begging to jump over some Frisco hills. Marc Bernardin
The Heroes of Telemark: Did you know that during WWII, the Third Reich was pretty far along in developing its own atomic bomb? Its true. And they wouldve gotten away with it if a band of Norwegian resistance fighters hadnt done what British and American forces failed to doblow up the Nazi factory that was creating one of the key components. This story was previously told in 1965s The Heroes of Telemark, starring Richard Harris and Kirk Douglas as members of the squad who skied in (yes, skied!) and saves the West from a nuclear attack. Put a couple of fresh faces in therelike Jake Gyllenhaal and Peter Sarsgaardtime it for the next Winter Olympics, and rake in the gold. Mark Bernardin