I’d like a further exploration of the Bloomenwald from Norman Spinrad’s Child of Fortune because I think it would be fun as hell. Maybe a bit less of the weird linguistics though.
In a Universe that was a lot less racist, where law enforcement was equal, and where “oil man” scumbags aren’t right, I’d love to see a different Red Pony bar.
“It is a beautiful day at the Red Pony and Continual Soiree… this is Henry… how may I help you?”
You forgot the other one
Wash (referring to River) : Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction.
Zoe : You live on a space ship, dear.
I loved the New York of the first MIB. It seemed so real in a way the later ones didn’t. Too much repeating jokes from the first movie, to much spent on special effects. The first one was just a little restrained, minimal. It was sort of “Car 54, Where are You?” with aliens. I’d like to see something like Diner or Seinfeld or Moscow On the Hudson. Maybe not Seinfeld.