There’s the windup! And here’s the pitch!
He’s a jaded bohemian gangster with a robot buddy named Sparky. She’s a cosmopolitan out-of-work advertising executive trying to make a difference in a man’s world. They fight crime!
He’s a benighted flyboy shaman living undercover at Ringling Bros. Circus. She’s a scantily clad wisecracking single mother in the witness protection scheme. They fight crime!
He’s a time-tossed albino senator on a mission from God. She’s a wealthy streetsmart detective on the trail of a serial killer. They fight crime!
They fight crime!
He’s a globe-trotting voodoo messiah haunted by memories of ‘Nam. She’s a hard-bitten tempestuous widow married to the Mob. They fight crime!
He’s a deeply religious guitar-strumming filmmaker for the 21st century. She’s a foxy kleptomaniac vampire with a birthmark shaped like Liberty’s torch. They fight crime!
For extra points.
What do you mean it’s not awesome?