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Freaking awesome movie ideas!

Alright, J.J. here, I've got some freaking amazing ideas that are just fighting to get out of my head and absolutely NEED to get made into a movie. Listen up!

1. Tad Anderson, a college dude with a mean streak, wakes up one morning to find he has the power to travel in time! But this ain't no normal time-travel flick--this is Back to the Future meets Kill Bill. He's allergic to peanuts, so he goes back in time to kill George Washington Carver. He doesn't like condoms, so he goes forward in time to kill any of his kids. But one day he meets the one guy he can't kill: himself! The shock of your life comes with an ending you'll never forget.

 

2. They say real stories make the best movies, right? Titanic, Remember the Titans, Invasion of the Body Snatchers...the list goes on and on. Well I've got one word for you: The Elian Gonzalez Story. Relive an American saga and remember the boy who made you believe again. Or, we could age him 6 years or so and do a Rambo-style shoot 'em up: the Cuban hothead who got crossed by the government one too many times, and won't lay down until he makes Janet Reno pay. Either way, what we've got is a fucking blockbuster.

3. We're ready for the next great genre-bending film. I've got a gritty romantic comedy where a serial-murdering Antarctic explorer learns there's more to life than his next billion. But that's not all! He also thwarts a diamond heist, blows the whistle on a multinational government conspiracy, and races against the clock to find a cure for death from explosion as his wife is strapped to a nuclear warhead. In between all the action, the film finds time to teach lessons of tolerance, justice, and a passion for life.

DID YOU KNOW?

The surest way to discover the gender of a cat is to blow on its crotch.

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