So according to Variety, Naomi Watts has inked to star in We Are All the Same, an adaptation of Nightline correspondent Jim Wooten’s 2004 book about Gail Johnson, a white South African woman who adopted a black baby stricken with AIDS, then traveled the world with the child to raise awareness about his plight.

A bit ridiculously on-the-nose, that title, don’t you think? (It also smacks of that’s-a-mouthful similarity to Watts’ We Don’t Live Here Anymore, a poor-grossing, enervated adaptation of Andre Dubus’ short stories, which in turn sounded like a Ryan Adams song.) Geopolitical hot-riser Keir Pearson (a co-writer on Hotel Rwanda, and author of the announced Son of Al Qaeda) is adapting the story, which holds some promise, but a lot about this movie depends on who comes on board as director. Why do I feel like John Curran or John Madden or Sydney Pollack are already fielding calls about this project? Ugh. My left field vote would be someone like Niels Mueller. Or, if I’m being completely unrealistic, D.J. Caruso, who desperately needs to escape the genre ghetto, but won’t do something like this, because the fact that Disturbia was such a big hit means he’s getting hot-shit offers to do the Wolverine movie and other big, summer-type flicks.