According to director Brad Anderson... he, Christain Bale and writer Scott Kosar are going to be re-teaming for a new film project called Concret Island. The three talents worked together on the incredible phycological thriller The Machinist. The new movie will be based on the J.G. Ballard novel of the same name, and it sounds like it's going to be yet another great intense mind bending thriller. Here's the direct quote from Anderson:
I’ve got another project that Scott Kosar, the writer of The Machinist is writing. It’s based on J.G. Ballard’s novel called Concrete Island. It’s an urban survival story that Christian Bale is attached to be in.
It's about a serial killer who is in a car accident in the beginning of the movie and has retrograde amnesia. His physical therapist tries to get him back on his feet, and they fall in love, and then of course, midway through the movie he has flashes of who he really is, and he's a killer. So it's actually very cool, it's got a real nice Hitchcock suspense aspect to it. It takes all the conventions of the genre, but it's a very well-written script and we're trying to get that one going.
The best way to describe it is it's like an urban Robinson Crusoe story - a guy crashes a car into a highway interchange and is marooned in this weedy lot, injured, and can't escape and he's basically trying to survive in the middle of the big urban Metropolis. It's sort of a crazy, cool Ballard-esque type story, but Christian's on board to do that when we can fit it into his schedule, of course.
He went on to confirm that Samuel L. Jackson and Liev Schreiber are both invloved with the project as well.
Anderson is one of my favorite directors, he's made some great films such as Session 9, The Machinist, Transsiberian, and most recently directed Vanishing on 7th Street, which I have yet to see. Anderson is like a modern day Alfred Hitchcock, and this next film, Concret Island, is perfect for him! I already can't wait to see this movie!
Here's the descriptions of the story from the book:
On a day in April, just after three o'clock in the afternoon, Robert Maitland's car crashes over the concrete parapet of a high-speed highway onto the island below, where he is injured and, finally, trapped. What begins as an almost ludicrous predicament soon turns into horror as Maitland—a wickedly modern Robinson Crusoe—realizes that, despite evidence of other inhabitants, this doomed terrain has become a mirror of his own mind. Seeking the dark outer rim of the everyday, Ballard weaves private catastrophe into an intensely specular allegory.