Film-makers plan to digitally resurrect Dean to make him the star of a new film – it will pave the way for a nightmarish procession of the famous dead
Finding Jack hasn’t been made yet, but it sounds like the fifth movie you’d watch on the return leg of a long haul flight. Its premise – an injured soldier in Vietnam becomes best friends with a labrador – suggests an onslaught of greasy sentimentality sickly enough to give you gastroenteritis. There is no way on earth you’d pay to see Finding Jack.
Or maybe there is. What if we amended Finding Jack’s premise to “an injured soldier in Vietnam becomes best friends with a labrador, plus James Dean stars from beyond the grave as a crime against God”? Of course you’d watch that. You’d watch it just to see if it was as distressing as it sounds.