I caught a commercial for Charlie St. Cloud today. There’s a line they keep saying in every preview and trailer that airs for this particular film. The male lead makes his best “I’m deep and sensitive” face and says, “Every night, I play catch with my dead brother.”
And the viewer is supposed to go, “Awww….his brother is like an analogy for his inability to let go of his past. If only some woman could help fix his soul and make everything better.” Or they might intend for the viewer to go “Awww….he loves his dead brother so much that he is still in contact with him from beyond the grave….and he still plays catch with him…that is so sweet. If only some woman could help fix his soul and make everything better.”
What they quite probably did not intend is where my brain took this. “Awwww…. he dug up his brother’s corpse, and presumably stores in in a big jar of formaldehyde. And every evening he takes it out to the back yard and hurls it around for a while. If only some woman could…you know what? Never mind. Do not try to fix this guy, just back away slowly. And for Christ’s sake don’t go out on the water with him on your boat.”
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