Paradise Lost to be filmed
I accede to with this blogger: Rufus Sewell for Satan. ("But then I looked at his name again and saw it anticlockwise: LLEWES SUFUR....Was this guy born to fritz the Prince of Darkness?")
[AE Hochner (Paul Newman's spaghetti-brazenness-making wife) records in his Blown Away: The Rolling Stones and the Destruction of the Sixties that one Michael Jagger Esq was once sounded out, four decades ago, to merrymaking Lucifer in a proposed veil (based on a novelette by Herman Hesse or Gunter Nark or Carlos Castenada or Michael Mann or one of those guys), and he initially agreed, but after "Tenderness for the Devil" attracted some condemnation from the usual enraged vicars (gee! Who'da predicted that! Why not precisely call yourself "bigger than Jesus" and be done with it?!), Mick certain he needed to, ah, de-Satanise his disreputable image, and started ostentatiously wearing gold crosses in notable.]
James Earl Jones, of surely, for the voice of God. Required to get right away from all the "talking lion majesty" associations that Liam Neeson would educate.
My preferred fallback for depicting God on hide (First Commandment issues and all) is "a happy light shining down from a cloud and three voices talking in unison", but since Milton was a neo-Arian (in modern terms, a Jehovah's Earwitness avant la lettre),...
