I had the kewlest idea for an action-adventure movie, in which our dashing heroine must outwit the unwashed, print-shop-operating, short-statured survivors of an ancient South American civilization; then it was pointed out that "
Indiana Bobbi and the Stinky, Pygmy, Inky Incas" was gonna make announcer's heads explode. (Then there's the problem of 'em not being especially short, nor ever less familiar with bathing than, say, classical Romans. Frikkin' reality!)
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"That's easy for YOU to say!" - *leering, and intoning Groucho Marx*
Yarr, I'd'a be watchin' that film.
Maybe if you give the whole title to the kid in the ticket booth, you get two dollars off admission.
You could always re-title it "The Odor Of Sanctity" for the religious market . . .
o_O
"Indiana Bobbi and the Stinky, Pygmy, Inky Incas"
Isn't that "type" casting?
Antibubba
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