Smooching in movie trailers

I love movies. There's nothing better than to sit in a darkened cinema, munching on popcorn, slurping a nicely chilled coke and watching a great movie.

As much as I love movies, I love trailers as well. Sometimes I'll go watch a movie, that I adamantly refused to see, only because the trailer was great. Most of the time I'm glad I went and see it, sometimes the trailer is a hundred times better than the actual movie and I could've saved some bucks.

Anyway, this post isn't about movies, but about trailers...Actually what the studios put in their trailers.

Yesterday I saw Wolverine. Great movie, BTW. A must see for all X-Men and W-man fans...Ooh, and girls, you get to see Hugh Jackman's butt. Nice and tight, hope he didn't use a butt-double.
Okay, moving on. I park my own butt into one of the chairs, switch off the people who were with me, and start watching the trailers. Well, I watched two of them. One for Star Trek (Chris Pine as James T. Kirk, huh?) and the other Terminator 4 (Christian Bale as John Connor, oh baby). And let me tell you I noticed and uncanny pattern.

We're talking about two action movies. I mean it's Star Trek and Terminator. How more action-y can you get? Well, they both had "smootching" scenes in them. Actually Christian Bale smoothed and Chris Pine went horizontal. But you get the point.
The high and mighty Hollywood godfathers obviously decided that frenching and boinking will get people to see these two movies.

Why? We're talking about a franchise. The fans would go see these two movies if Kermit the Frog played lead. Okay, so maybe I went over the top with our boy Kermit, but still, the fans would see the movies no matter what. You don't have to "bribe" us with glimpses of romance.
It's another type of action we're waiting for. Sure, romance is a bonus, makes you rest your eyes between one bloodbath and the next, but let it be a surprise people. No need to reveal everything in the trailer!

Or they're hoping of attracting a greater female audience.
Sorry to disappoint, folks, but if a woman is averse to action flicks she won't go see one just because Christian Bale happens to play tonsil-hockey with his co-star.

As one of my movie companions said yesterday (and she doesn't like action flicks, she went to see Wovlerine because she lost a bet with her boyfriend), "Ooh, Christian Bale...Ooh, blood, gross...Ooh, they kissed...Nope, I ain't seeing this movie, teddybear, there's too much blood...I don't care if they kissed, I'm sure she dies in the end."

See, she ain't seeing that movie.

I am, though. And not because of the tonsil-hockey match, or the horizontal-mambo competition.