Ok, maybe I'm being a bit melodramatic. After all, the news I just came across isn't even Boll-ian in nature. Still, having Paul W.S. Anderson now attached to direct the upcoming action-racer-to-film adaptation is the Hollywood equivalent of having your little brother trip over the controller cable right when you reach the boat level. Unfortunately, your parents are home, and they're still upset about last week when you broke his nose over a game of Gyromite.
You may remember Mr. Anderson from films such as Aliens vs Predator and Resident Evil. Two flicks that should have been amazingly fantastic, yet managed to bore the hell out of anyone lacking a cocaine nosebleed. If you need it stated more simply, Paul managed to make the Predator, a creature defined primarily by his ability to have sex with your mom, punch your dad in the face, and steal your brother's Camaro, all while invisible and shooting razor-sharp nets, boring!
This does not bode well for Spy Hunter ...