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David Harbor considerado para la película Kane & Lynch

Autor : Samuel Actualizar : May 23,2025

Una adaptación de pantalla grande del juego original de Kane & Lynch , desarrollada por el aclamado Hitman Studio Io Interactive y lanzado en 2007, ha estado en proceso durante años, con varias estrellas de Hollywood vinculadas al proyecto en diferentes momentos.

Esta semana, Timo Tjahjanto, el director detrás de Nadie 2 , compartió en las redes sociales que había escrito un tratamiento para la película de Kane & Lynch , imaginando a David Harbour, conocido por sus papeles como Jim Hopper en Stranger Things y Red Guardian en Thunderbolts / New Avengers , en un papel protagonista.

"Nunca he visto un guión, pero hace un par de años cuando esa propiedad todavía estaba un poco caliente. Escribí un breve trato con James Badge Dale y David Harbor en mente", reveló Tjahjanto. "Nunca llegué a ninguna parte".

David Harbour

La película Kane & Lynch se siente muerta en el agua. Foto de Gilbert Flores/Variety a través de Getty Images.

El tratamiento de Tjahjanto, un documento que describe el concepto de la película para la consideración del estudio, fue solo uno de los muchos lanzamientos para una película de Kane & Lynch que nunca llegó a buen término.

Durante varios años, el proyecto se había asociado con estrellas como Bruce Willis y Jamie Foxx, pero ambos actores partieron cuando el guión experimentó numerosas revisiones.

Posteriormente, se rumoreaba que otra iteración de la película presentaba a Gerard Butler y Vin Diesel en los papeles principales, aunque esto tampoco se materializó.

Finalmente, después del lanzamiento de la secuela Kane & Lynch: Dog Days en 2010, que recibió una tibia recepción, IO Interactive cambió su enfoque por completo a la franquicia de Hitman , dejando el proyecto de película Kane & Lynch en Limbo.

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