Disney+ Developing Live Action Version of 1973 Animated ‘Robin Hood’ Film

Disney+ Developing Live Action Version of 1973 Animated ‘Robin Hood’ FilmBy Griffin Schiller – April 10, 2020

    With the launch of Disney+, the Mouse has been green-lighting more reboots, remakes, and spin-offs of their classic IP than ever. Josh Peck is headlining a new “Turner & Hooch” series. Rick Moranis is coming out for retirement for a new “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids,” and Josh Gad and Luke Evans are returning as LeFou and Gaston for a “Beauty and the Beast” spin-off series just to name a few projects in the works. The Disney live-action remake catalog is also starting to become more extensive. Last year saw the release of “Aladdin” and “The Lion King,” with “Lady and the Tramp” debuting on Disney+. This year, we’re getting “Mulan” and remakes of “The Hunchback of Notre Dame,” “The Little Mermaid,” and “Peter Pan” are in development for theatrical distribution. Now, Disney’s adding yet another live-action remake to the slate, this time for Disney+.

    According to The Hollywood Reporter, Disney is developing a remake of the classic 1973 animated “Robin Hood” for Disney+. The film is being written by “Lady and the Tramp” scribe Kari Granlund with “Blindspotting” director Carlos Lopez Estrada set to helm the project. Justin Springer, who produced Tim Burton‘s “Dumbo” and “Tron Legacy,” will also serve as a producer on the Disney+ remake.

    While the project is still in the infant stages of development, the report indicates that the remake will once again utilize anthropomorphic animals and musical numbers brought to life using a live-action/CGI hybrid.

    While “Robin Hood” is no stranger to numerous adaptations, Disney’s 1973 take stands out among the rest for its use of anthropomorphic animals and musical numbers. A fox portrayed the titular hero; Little John a bear; King John a lion; with Maid Marion as a vixen. The film often gets overlooked when sandwiched between some of Walt’s more famous works but has seen a resurgence in popularity as of late.

    Curiously, Disney would choose to remake “Robin Hood,” given the oversaturation of adaptations as of late. However, perhaps the notion of bringing to life a lesser-known and underappreciated Disney classic is precisely the right approach when it comes to their live-action remakes.

    Are you all excited to see a live-action remake of “Robin Hood?” What Disney animated film would you like to see remade next? Let us know in the comments below!

     

    Rick Ross – Powers That Be (feat. Nas) (Rather You Than Me Album)

    "The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there’s not!
    There’s not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin’ Ross, Lord as my witness
    And when a nigga says Lord as my witness a nigga tellin’ the truth
    You don’t lie after you say Lord as my witness
    Did you ever hear OJ say ‘Lord as my witness?’
    No, he ain’t go that far
    Said ‘I didn’t do it, ‘ hired Johnnie Cochran, but he ain’t never say ‘Lord as my witness.’"
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Went to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
    Corner stores, way to uphold all these wonderful laws
    So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
    Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I’m strapped as we speak
    Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
    But what’s funny are the ones that we put the guns to
    Fuck ’em all, kill or be killed, it’s still a thug rule
    Back of class, high on grass, ’til I said "fuck school!"
    What’s meant to be is meant to be, I rather you than me
    Die with pride, forty shells on the murder scene
    Rolls Royce leather stitching in the steering wheel
    Ninth album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
    Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
    Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
    Fucking centerfolds like I still be dealing dope
    Probably would if you’re talking like fifty or more
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    So creative, co-creator, family the motivator
    Project buildings, lot of feeling, karma my codefendant
    Pot to piss in, not a ribbon, never forgot a Christmas
    Father figure not around, that’s such a major difference
    I would play with all my homies’ gifts
    I understood I didn’t wanna trip
    The lack of didn’t tap my confidence
    Matter fact that’s how I mastered a couple things
    Went from not having, to sheer opulence
    Maybach with the drapes like an apartment in it
    Whole hood know it, only one that’s white on white
    Name ringing like DJ Clue on a Friday night
    Just got some real estate out in Dubai
    Nation of Islam, they say I may have a few ties
    Talking tall brothers with the dark shades
    Shed light, bringing niggas out the dark age
    Sitting in the court with a sharp fade
    Having sentimental thoughts about this Caucasian
    Six million in the hole, still feeling short-changed
    Reprimanded by someone who’s snorting cocaine
    Frank Hampton was an angel, may his name ring
    Crackers wanna kill me for the same thing
    Ain’t no financial aid out in Notre Dame
    Activist sipping Actavis, tryna pour away
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    You know how it is
    New levels, new devils
    The cheddar breed jealousy
    At hella speed but it’s whatever
    Mercedes driver
    85’er, enlightener, collapsable sun visor
    The half moon identifies
    The son of God, son of man
    Son of Sam, young with the blam
    Stick or get stuck, get killed to get buck
    A blessing of luck
    I love all, test me, trust not
    Above all but young niggas address me as such
    Like Hannibal Barker, running through Carthage
    Pan of our watches, conquer the nonsense, conquering lion
    Armée var, Son, God combined in one
    Most prolific, you off point
    Like the coke addicted lawyer, Klienfeldt’s gun
    Tell the waiter bring over that Moscow Mule
    Tell them haters get over it, Nas still rules
    To money makers and niggas who murk you out
    And beat the death penalty on reversal trial
    Niggas versatile
    Some things your eyes won’t see (Uh, yeah)
    But when it’s out of your control (Uh, yeah)
    Then it’s the powers that be, be (Uh, yeah)
    He he he he he, la la la la la la (Uh, yeah)
    He he he he he, la la la la la la (Yeah, yeah)
    Some things your eyes can’t see
    But when it’s out of your control
    Then it’s the powers that be, be
    He he he he he, la la la la la la

    RICK ROSS – Powers That Be lyrics

    “The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there’s not! There’s not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin’ Ross, Lord as my witness. And when a nigga says Lord as my witness a nigga tellin’ the truth. You don’t lie after you say Lord as my witness. Did you ever hear OJ say ‘Lord as my witness?’ No, he ain’t go that far. Said ‘I didn’t do it’ but he ain’t never say ‘Lord as my witness.’”

    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah

    Went to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
    Corner stores, wait up, hold all these wonderful laws
    So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
    Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I’m strapped as we speak
    Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
    But what’s funny are the ones that we put the guns to
    Fuck ’em all, kill or be killed, it’s still a thug rule
    Back of class, high on grass, ’til I said “fuck school!”
    What’s meant to be is meant to be, I rather you than me
    Die with pride, forty shells on the murder scene
    Rolls Royce leather stitching in the steering wheel
    Ninth album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
    Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
    Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
    Fucking centerfolds like I still be dealing dope
    Probably would if you’re talking like fifty or more

    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah

    So creative, co-creator, family the motivator
    Project buildings, lot of feeling, karma my codefendant
    Pot to piss in, not a ribbon, never forgot a Christmas
    Father figure not around, that’s such a major difference
    I would play with all my homies’ gifts
    I understood I didn’t wanna trip
    The lack of didn’t tap my confidence
    Matter fact that’s how I mastered a couple things
    Went from not having to sheer opulence
    Maybach with the drapes like an apartment in it
    Whole hood know it, only one that’s white on white
    Name ringing like DJ Clue on a Friday night
    Just got some real estate out in Dubai
    Nation of Islam, they say I might have a few ties
    Talking tall brothers with the dark shades
    Shed light, bringing niggas out the dark age
    Sitting in the court with a sharp fade
    Having sentimental thoughts about this Caucasian
    Six million in the hole, still feeling short-changed
    Reprimanded by someone who’s snorting cocaine
    Frank Hampton was an angel, may his name ring
    Crackers wanna kill me for the same thing
    Ain’t no financial aid out in Notre Dame
    Activist sipping Actavis, tryna pour away

    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah

    You know how it is
    New levels, new devils
    The cheddar breed jealousy, at hella speed but it’s whatever
    Mercedes driver
    85’er, enlightener, collapsable sun visor
    The half moon identifies
    The son of God, son of man
    Son of Sam, young with the blam
    Stick or get stuck, get killed to get buck
    A blessing of luck
    I love all, test me, trust not
    Above all but young niggas address me as such
    Like Hannibal Barker, running through Carthage
    Pan of our watches, conquer the nonsense, conquering lion
    Armée var, Son, God combined in one
    Most prolific, you off point
    Like the coke addicted lawyer, Klienfeldt’s gun
    Tell the waiter bring over that Moscow Mule
    Tell them haters get over it, Nas still rules
    To money makers and niggas who murk you out
    And beat the death penalty on reversal trial
    Niggas versatile

    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Some things your eyes won’t see
    But when it’s out of your control
    Then it’s the powers that be, be
    He he he he he, la la la la la la
    He he he he he, la la la la la la
    Some things your eyes can’t see
    But when it’s out of your control
    Then it’s the powers that be, be

    Action Bronson – Durag Vs. Headband (feat. Big Body Bes) letras

    [Intro]
    Yeah, yeah
    (uh-uh)
    It’s me, it’s me
    (uh-uh)
    I was hatched in ’83
    Fuckin’ standing like the Notre Dame logo right now
    Just leave this shit, man

    [Verse 1]
    If I choose the right horse, I’ma buy a white Porsche
    Never take the night off, saying that my mind’s off
    Ever since I came out I been handing pain out
    Fold a wire-hanger through your nose
    Take your brain out, hey now
    On the stage I’m like great balls of fire
    One more year I’ll be on ‘Late George’, retired
    Big steak like a cheap tire
    Season up some biceps and throw ’em in deep fryer

    [Hook]
    I been hot since I was this big, yeah
    I been hot since I was this big, stupid

    [Verse 2]
    I’m sick like feeding squirrels the summer in a bubble jacket
    If this was ’96 I def had The Tunnel packed in
    Big beard like I’m lumberjackin’
    Mash the petal of the 850
    Sound like the thunder cracking
    I’m in a club with a condom on
    All Under Armour on

    [Big Body Bes]
    And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
    And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW

    [Verse 3]
    Microphone attached to my hand so I can dance my little heart out
    Don’t make me bring the white guitar out
    Like the one in Wayne’s World
    That was shining in the window
    Since 13 I been a nympho
    Fuck That’s Delicious on box set
    Me and my mans smoking on big drugs and feasting on the ox leg
    Stand in the store with twenty Achmed’s ‘zookas on shoulders
    Hundreds pounds of C4 in a stroller
    Z4s roll up, shit’s cold, I think I need a ricola
    I just dropped a million kroner I’m a stoner
    You lack culture, I’m a psychedelic image of a black vulture Trapped inside a past soldier

    [Break]
    I just blew my motherfuckin’ high, man. Holy shit
    I been hot since I was this big, motherfucker

    [Big Body Bes]
    And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
    And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
    Albanian style, I wanna die by machine gun