A few days ago I watched Despicable Me. I thought it was adorable and fun, yet I couldn’t help but think of all the fun uses that shrink ray could have had in a different kind of movie. It wasn’t the entitled, dissatisfied sort of feeling one usually gets when media doesn’t instantly cater to our every sexual whim, but a different screen projecting in my mind of what might have happened in the film had the evil mastermind been a woman who, once in possession of a shrink ray, finds a fetching man to shrink, kidnap, and energetically seduce.
The sequence of those events may vary from moment to moment, but I would watch that movie. I would watch it so often it would wear out. I would watch it and I wouldn’t care if the CGI characters are goofy and cartoonish (as long as the male character remains hot on some level). It’s taken me several minutes to type this entire paragraph because I stopped to think about what it would be like to watch such a movie.