Over the
weekend my son talked me into seeing The
World’s End. I don’t plan to do a review of it because this is the sort of
film that I normally avoid. However, if you are not bothered by horrendous
amounts of profanity you may find it quite funny.
The thing
about this movie was that the basic storyline struck me a collection of
elements all randomly thrown together. In this case we have what I can Going Back story. That’s a story where a
group of people, who share a common event in the past, assemble together and
are able to overcome the problems they are having in the present by reflecting
on the past and using the strength of their common bond.
Because I
don’t like living in the past this is not the sort of story that I enjoy. Which
makes it great that The World’s End
changes all of that by throwing in an element that doesn’t seem to belong—an
alien invasion. That’s right. Aliens have started replacing humans with robot
duplicates and the protagonists of the story stumble across this
extraterrestrial plot as they come attempt once again to drink their way
through every pub in the town they lived twenty years ago.
Now, I don’t support the notion that
responsible adults should return to the folly of youth and drink irresponsibly just
for the bragging rights of having finally completed a sophomoric challenge. But
I do love how the writers of this film have taken a trivial storyline and by
introducing an unusual twist to it have given us a remarkably innovative piece
of entertainment.
Why didn’t
I come up with that idea?
Rather than
sulk about showing up late for this particular dance I decided to come up with
my own story mixer. Here it is:
It’s the
late 1800s and in the bustling western town of High Step
an evil Cattle Baron attempts to force the last of the independent ranchers out
of business. If economic pressure fails he turns loose his squad of hired
gunslingers to convince his competitors to sell out. Then all of a sudden a
squad of cheerleaders from the future pops into town and the balance of power
changes. Traditional gunfights get replaced with dance-offs as we kick back and
enjoy a rip-snorting, wild-west musical. Grab a big bowl of fried critters and
enjoy the magic that is Romp.
Well, what
do you think? Should I give up my other writing endeavors and start in on this
project immediately? Or does it need a little more work?
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