What's next???
Now, there's an interesting premise for a Snow White film.
Oh, hell yeah! Instead of playing the King and Queen, Sean and Julia should be Prince Charming and Snow White - middle-aged, a bit thicker 'round the middle, thinning hair, the works.
SW hits menopause, all hell breaks loose at home, and Prince Charming starts spending more and more time in the forest with the dwarves - brewing craft beer and reading lad's mags. He decides to organize a footie team and recruits the dwarves, the huntsman, the castle bellringer - who is 102 but can still head a ball like a rocket - and the backstairs maid who is six feet tall and weighs 13 stone. The Prince is captain of course. And gaffer. And he'd play except for a gimpy knee caused by a childhood run-in with the castle door . . . so he's one short.
What's a Prince to do? He can't recruit his only child, a whiny brat of a boy with persistent hayfever and an alarming addiction to staring at himself in his grandmother's mirror, because the kid wouldn't know which side of the football to kick and wouldn't anyway because sweating would mess up his hair.
While SW suffers the 'change' (her story will have to follow as soon as I figure that part out), the film traces the Prince's desperate search for one more player to complete his team in time for the All-Storyland Championship Playoffs.
