It was like watching a long double-feature: back-to-back summer blockbusters, each with an all-star cast.
First up was the action movie, all flames and explosions, all dialog delivered in a holler. The one true superhero, the only one who could
save us from certain doom, rallying the crowd to rise up and overthrow the evil empress who sought to topple civilization by being lax
with her emails.
The second feature was a romantic comedy … a chick flick. The always-a-bridesmaid heroine finally gets her moment in the sun,
when all the guys in her life get up and sing her praises. All the adorable awkwardness of the past is now forgotten. Hugs and kisses. We know that this was
meant to be.
It was Suicide Squad vs Maggie’s Plan. Jason Bourne vs Me Before You. Or perhaps Angry Birds vs Finding Dory. In any case, we
know Donald Trump is not The BFG.
So what’s next? Maybe an action/adventure chick flick? Ghost Busters anyone?