Unholy Fury

So, last post, I was getting all worked up about the upcoming Barsoom epic. (joy!) And then today, (tip of the hat to Three Years of Hell) I'm told to take a look at the I, Robot trailer.
Words cannot express my utter disgust over the sheer, unadulterated rape of Asimov. I mean, good grief. I love Asimov stories in general, and his Robot stories in particular. It was fascinating to see how the laws worked within the robots to cause them to do some pretty crazy things. But seeing them swarm all over a building a'la Matrix Squiddies is just revolting. The grand master is spinning in his grave.
Part of the reason that I talked myself into going to law school was to try to put myself in a position where I could help avoid bastardizations of artistic works by Hollywood. I think that Artists should be able to control derivative works, and contracts shouldn't shut them out of that control. Perhaps the day will come (when I'm a Hot Shot Lawyer) when they shall taste my steel. In the meantime, apart from the title and the concept of three laws (which were used in Buck Rogers also), I'll accept that this has nothing, absolutely NOTHING to do with Asimov, who was a decided pacifist, and definitely have not approved of what they're doing to his story.