Here's the most recent New York Times article, discussing Alan Moore and his war on the people who are fucking up the adaptations of his work.

I'm all for creators having a say–as long as they're contractually obligated to have it–in adaptations of their stuff. Hell, wouldn't you love to see something like From Hell get the Sin City treatment*? I still stand by our DreamCast for the film.

But here's the thing: throwing the money to your co-creators might be noble and all, O Wise Bearded Kickass Writer, but come on…why not take that money and throw it into your own publishing imprint? Use it to prime the pump so you never have to deal with anything but publishing on your own terms ever again? Granted, you're over at Top Shelf now, and I've dealt with them and they're some very cool people. But, hell, take the money and invest in the future. If nothing else, fund an online tutorial on how not to get screwed by publishing contracts. Something.

You say you got swindled. Fine. Use their own money against them, I say.

It'd be nice if you used the money to finish Big Numbers if nothing else. Sniff.

*–The Sin City Treatment, of course, is a full-on, no-holds-barred, no fucking around, no "let's set it in space," no "let's make it after an apocalypse," no "let's have it happen in New York instead," balls to the wall faithful rendition of the graphic novel on the screen. Not necessarily shot on green screen in black and white with color highlights. Just for the record.