I love Lisa, and since she goes to my movies - movies where things tend to, I don't know, explode after a high-speed car chase - I go to hers. I saw Maid In Manhattan. I saw Two Weeks Notice. I saw Sweet Home Alabama. I've seen them all. What I get a kick out of, more than the single and only funny bit of dialogue per movie, is how worked up Lisa gets. I love watching her get emotional with a smile and a tear as the two kids on screen that went through so much, finally end up getting married. It happens in all of them, she loves it, and I sit in amazement (and sometimes boredom). She's a maid that pretends to be someone else and then the rich guy who's usually out of her league falls for her. She's a super promising and rising young superstar on the fashion-design scene who's about to marry another high-profile character but falls in love with her first husband back on the farm. She's a democrat and he's a republican yet somehow, someway, however kooky it may be - they fall in love. All of this, of course, over many, many, many quirky scenarios that get the men in the audience rolling their eyes so far back into their heads it actually begins to hurt, and that get all the women in the audience to snuggle up against those men and ask, "Honey, how come we never do that?" I sincerely doubt there's any way for me and this dumb writing to persuade the moving-making populous of the world to stop making this stuff, but it is an excellent forum for me to offer up a new kind of 'romantic comedy'. Just keep an open mind with this one AND also keep in mind the current state of special effects and character animation skills. Two characters, each of them fiery explosions (one propane fueled and the other solid dynamite), bump into each other (as extras) on a movie set. Throughout the filming they get to know each other as they blow up stuff together on film - yet begin to despise each other given their obvious different backgrounds (the propane and the dynamite). Then the on film affair of co-destruction blossoms into a torrid, whirlwind, of screen romance as the small little explosion from back west in a little propane tank discovers her true self in the big business of movie making with only a simple, yet experienced, dynamite actor as her guide and mentor. I'm crying myself it's so beautiful. We could even get Jack Black to be the dynamite explosions comic sidekick pal! Isn't it GREAT!? It has everything! The guys will like it because the main characters are actual explosions. The girls will like it because it pretty much follows the same guidelines all the other crap follows. We can even get, I don't know, Natalie Portman to voice the propane explosion and Matt LeBlanc to voice the dynamite. I can even picture the merchandizing! Little explosives kits for kids, posters, a couple action figures, maybe even a themed restaurant chain based on the film? Huh? Eh? Anybody? This is a CAN'T LOSE film! I'd better patent this idea before some jackass steals it from me. |
