The Mysterious Photos Plot Bunny

[3113]

Which, I have no doubt, is being made into a Romantic Comedy right now!

Still a cute story. French visitor loses roll of film in New York, it is found, and man, after posting photos and making friends on the internet, travels across Europe to return the pictures.

There are screenwriters in Hollywood kicking themselves for not thinking up this plot

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Except that in the movie the American won't either have a girlfriend or bring her along so he can fall in love with Camille. Unless his gf tosses him over for Camille's brother . . .

And if it's R rated enough they can all end up in bed together.

 

[3113]

Except that in the movie the American won't either have a girlfriend or bring her along so he can fall in love with Camille. Unless his gf tosses him over for Camille's brother . . . .

He will have a girlfriend who is unworthy of him, but only realize it once he's met Camile

And right after the credits we'll see "based on a true story...." yeah, right!

 

[voluptuary_manque]

He will have a girlfriend who is unworthy of him, but only realize it once he's met Camile

And right after the credits we'll see "based on a true story...." yeah, right!

Funny how you see that a lot. What they never say is "based very loosely on a true story that the writers twisted completely out recognition.

 

[MarlowBunny]

The pictures have to be naughty.
Identifying the rightful owner has to be challenging and interesting.
Like with the glass slipper, lots of pretenders have to claim the pictures only to be proven false upon interesting inspection.

Think about the Prince's search for Cinderella except instead of checking feet, he's looking for a more intimate identifying feature.

 

[mynameisben]

I find the whole story both tedious and loathsome. Opportunistic rich boy finds film canister in the snow, then he feeds a voyeuristic desire to develop and print the roll. And for what possible reason? He's a guy. He's looking for boobs, of course.

Being sole violator of a poor young woman's privacy isn't nearly enough for this sleaze bucket. After his boobie picture fantasy goes bust, he then shifts gears by plastering her pictures all over the Web, under the ruse of wishing to re-unite a complete stranger with a woefully unremarkable set of vacation photos. All the while Wiener Boy's only real interest lies in manufacturing his fifteen minutes of internet fame.

But all the world loves a Cinderella story. The tale attracts more interest than this chicken butt farmer could ever have hoped for. Having nothing but time and money and ill-gotten photos on his hands, he sets off on a European vacation, hoping Cammile's life is as vacuously empty as his own. He fantasizes her woebegone and singing, "Some day my prints will come," and that she'll be so overjoyed upon his arrival with her pics that she'll tear open her house dress and and throw her heaving, ample, lactating breasts in his sweaty, weasel licking face.

This guy totally disgusts me. His story is agonizingly fabricated, an he's an opportunistic nobody. He's an embarrassment to his gender, to his species, and to gelatinous blobs of non-sentient protoplasm everywhere. I'd sooner gouge my eyes out with a rusty urinal flange than watch a romantic comedy based on this dreck.

 

[3113]

I find the whole story both tedious and loathsome. Opportunistic rich boy finds film canister in the snow, then he feeds a voyeuristic desire to develop and print the roll. And for what possible reason? He's a guy. He's looking for boobs, of course.

Being sole violator of a poor young woman's privacy isn't nearly enough for this sleaze bucket. After his boobie picture fantasy goes bust, he then shifts gears by plastering her pictures all over the Web, under the ruse of wishing to re-unite a complete stranger with a woefully unremarkable set of vacation photos. All the while Wiener Boy's only real interest lies in manufacturing his fifteen minutes of internet fame.

But all the world loves a Cinderella story. The tale attracts more interest than this chicken butt farmer could ever have hoped for. Having nothing but time and money and ill-gotten photos on his hands, he sets off on a European vacation, hoping Cammile's life is as vacuously empty as his own. He fantasizes her woebegone and singing, "Some day my prints will come," and that she'll be so overjoyed upon his arrival with her pics that she'll tear open her house dress and and throw her heaving, ample, lactating breasts in his sweaty, weasel licking face.

This guy totally disgusts me. His story is agonizingly fabricated, an he's an opportunistic nobody. He's an embarrassment to his gender, to his species, and to gelatinous blobs of non-sentient protoplasm everywhere. I'd sooner gouge my eyes out with a rusty urinal flange than watch a romantic comedy based on this dreck.

Yeah, but what do you really think?

 

[mynameisben]

Yeah, but what do you really think?

I think it's kinda cute.