14 October 2006

The Lost Room

Here's the kind of thing you'll like, if you like that kind of thing.
In the 1960s, there still were hundreds of motels with thousands of rooms along Route 66 as it jinked its way from Chicago to L.A. and back. None of them stood out from the rest until one day—nobody's really certain when—something very bad happened in Room 10 of the Sunshine Motel, outside Gallup, N.M.

What happened isn't known, but the repercussions have been destroying lives and twisting reality ever since.

Room 10 and many of its mundane contents—a pen, a comb and so on—gained unique and dangerous properties on that day. The pen burns things from the inside out. Things like human beings. The comb stops time for five seconds when you run it through your hair. The room itself is an unchanging haven and a portal to any destination. But it can also take that which you value more than your own life.

This is the premise for a television series. The Sci Fi Channel is getting gutsy. And they've rustled up a hell of a cast of character actors.

1 comment:

TheWayOfTheGun said...

Dang, that does sound good.

In a related story, I heartily recommend that a guy like you check out Alton Brown's "Feasting on Asphalt."