Hoping that Mr. Richard Kaczynski is working with a scenarist to bring Crowley's life to the screen much as envisioned in his bio of the man. I envision it as starting with the trial for libel that ended with a finding of fact and legal conclusion both that The Great Wild Beast was "incapable of being slandered," no doubt unique in British jurisprudence but very much related to the common law question of the slogan "the best defense is the truth." Nina Hamnett had visited the Beast's Thelemic outpost in Cefalu, Sicily, and written in such a way as to put Unkle Al in a bad light. That was the casus belli of the lawsuit, but it gave Old Crow an opportunity to have some fun at the expense of the Queen's Bench, and Kaczynski brilliantly culls the very best moments from a lengthy trial. This has never been done in Crowley biographies. Now that Anthony Hopkins has done Alfred Hitchcock, he could well play 666 at that age.
Now of course it is fashionable for the non-believer to disavow and disassociate oneself from everything concerning magic spelled this way or with a "k" at the end, the latter suggesting perhaps some Renaissance rendering or a belief in Crowleyanity. I used that epithet in jest: at his best, the Beast could be Right On, as when saying atheism is as fine belief system as any and one less likely to mislead the masses. But at his worst he could be an insufferable cad, just like the artist in Maugham's The Moon and Six Pence, Strickland, whom Kaczynski correctly identifies as inspired by Crowley. (Maugham made a lot of money off the guy, his earlier novel about one Oliver Haddo becoming one of Crowley's aliases, one of possibly thousands. He rivaled W. C. Fields in the ingenuity of his nicks.) If someone confides that they are a very spiritual person, as if they have read Eight Lectures on Yoga, as brilliant a work on the subject as can be found outside obscure Sanscrit sources.
But Kaczynski's special genius is for distilling portions of Perdurabo's life so that its nonjudgmental approach seems fitting for the subject. Crowley was the most misunderstood philosopher and poet of the 20th century. Small wonder the Beatles put him in their Who's Who cut-out photos on the cover of Sgt. Pepper's. I don't know which Beatle insisted on his inclusion, but I have a suspicion is was John Lennon.