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Mobile Suit Gundam Live Action Film ahora en producción completa

Autor : Brooklyn Actualizar : Feb 25,2025

La tan esperada adaptación de acción en vivo de la franquicia icónica Traje móvil Gundam finalmente está avanzando, con Bandai Namco e imágenes legendarias que ingresan a un acuerdo de cofinanciación para hacer realidad el proyecto.

Si bien se anunció inicialmente en 2018, las actualizaciones han sido escasas. Sin embargo, este reciente anuncio de Legendary y el recién establecido Bandai Namco Filmworks America señala que una película de acción en vivo Gundam está en el horizonte.

Las compañías confirmaron que la película actualmente sin título será escrita y dirigida por Kim Mickle (conocida por golosina ) y recibirá un lanzamiento teatral global.

Esto marca la primera empresa de acción en vivo para una franquicia que cuenta con un extenso catálogo: 25 series de anime, 34 películas animadas, 27 producciones de anime originales y una línea de juguete muy exitosa, que genera más de $ 900 millones anuales.

Bandai Namco y Legendary declararon: "Planeamos anunciar constantemente detalles a medida que se finalizan". Las fechas de liberación específicas y los detalles de la trama permanecen sin revelar, aunque se ha revelado un póster teaser.

Además, enfatizaron el impacto de la franquicia: "Debutando en 1979, Mobile Suit Gundam revolucionó el género del" anime robot real ", que va más allá de las narrativas simplistas de bienes de maldad. , Tratando robots ('trajes móviles') como armas, provocó un aumento fenomenal en popularidad ".

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