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Studio Notes on Your Rom-Com, for the Coronavirus Era

Thanks for turning in the new draft of your script. We’re thrilled! It has blossomed into a charming rom-com for the ages! Sorry for our delay in giving you notes. (The timing was tough, with the quarantine and all.) The good news: our whole development team feels that the script is one rewrite away from a green light! We have only a few small notes:

IN GENERAL: We want to make sure that our leads, Shaun and Rosie, are still coming across as likable and responsible, given our new post-COVID-19/social-distancing reality.

PAGE 5: You describe Shaun and Rosie’s first encounter as a “meet-cute,” but this now feels glib. Please revise to a “meet-sombre” or a “meet-crying.” (Perhaps one or both have a critically ill loved one? And clarify that they remain six feet apart at all times.)

PAGE 7: Shaun notices Rosie’s “million-dollar smile”—but how would he be able to see it under the face mask that she should now be wearing throughout the entire film? (Maybe Shaun instead admires Rosie’s “million-dollar upper-nose area and/or forehead”?)

PAGE 8: Shaun describes Rosie’s laughter as “contagious.” Please change to literally any other adjective.

PAGE 10: We love the “opposites attract” angle (and the subversion of stereotype) that she’s a slob and he’s a neat freak, but instead can they both be neat freaks?

PAGE 16: Please change “Shaun and Rosie’s First Date” to “Shaun and Rosie’s First Zoom Date.”

PAGE 24: Please change “Shaun and Rosie’s Second Date” to “Shaun and Rosie’s Second Zoom Date.”

PAGE 35: Please change “The Bris of Shaun and Rosie’s Mutual Friend’s Baby” to “The Zoom Bris of Shaun and Rosie’s Mutual Friend’s Baby.”

(Great news: Zoom has boarded this project as a producer!)

PAGE 47: Shaun calls Rosie’s smile “infectious.” Please change to literally any other adjective.

PAGE 54: We love that Rosie has a mischievous dog, Tugboat, who’s always making trouble for her love life!

(Note: Maybe the entire film can instead be an animated family movie about Tugboat’s hilarious high jinks? Might be easier to physically produce at this point.)

PAGE 68: We love the plot complication of Rosie’s big, successful architecture firm taking over Shaun’s tiny, about-to-go-bankrupt firm, but instead can both firms be about to go bankrupt?

PAGE 75: The scene in which Rosie, who’s now Shaun’s boss, is supposed to fire Shaun but chickens out and gives him a raise instead—can you try another angle here?

(This note isn’t COVID-related; we just thought this scene was almost unforgivably hacky.)

ALSO, don’t forget to squeeze more TUGBOAT in here! Maybe Tugboat also has a love interest, a cute lady dog across the hall, and they have a Zoom date?! (Um, TRAILER-MOMENT ALERT!)

(Great news: Zoom has purchased our studio. And now we have a slogan—“Zoom: Keeping you securely connected wherever you are!” Please have a character say this verbatim, but in a way that feels natural and unforced.)

PAGE 81: We love this fifteen-page set piece at the World Series (and how do you not love a girl who loves the Mets this much, haha!), but since there’s no baseball anymore, or public events of any kind, can this instead be an online heart-smart-recipe exchange?

Finally, although we love that Shaun is a fancy-pants Upper East Sider with family ties to British royalty, whereas Rosie is a gritty neighborhood girl from Queens, the movie’s title, “Rosie: The Queen of Corona”—yeah, that’s gotta go. (But we have a new title idea!)

Again, all of us here at Zoom Studios are psyched. We plan to fast-track this film in our next production slate, once things return to normal. Assuming the rewrite goes well, we’ll green-light “Zoom Into My Heart” to start shooting in the late summer/early fall of 2025. Zoom! ♦

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