Two producers met
With a red-hot director —
The guy who’d updated
The story of Robin Hood
With an all-female cast.
The film
Had been panned by most
Mainstream reviewers,
Nevertheless had performed
Quite well at the box office.
The producers
Needed to figure out
How the director had
Cast so effectively.
“Well, to be honest,”
The director said,
“My choices were limited.
You need a name for the lead,
And that was the easiest deal
Once Jessica Chastain said yes.
“She was perfect.”
The director then said
With a trace of bitterness,
“Little John and Friar Tuck
Were a challenge.”
The senior producer broke in.
“Indeed. More on that later.
We’re doing HAMLET.”
“Why?” the director asked.
“No royalties to the original writer.
Not that we’re cheap,”
The senior producer said.
“Broke,” revealed the junior producer.
“We need a score to finance the
Project of the century.”
“Which is?” asked the director.
“Sharks In Space.
Working title is STAR JAWS.”
“Big tech budget,”
The director muttered
With a knowing tone.
“You’re gonna
Need a bigger rocket.”
The senior producer coughed.
“Let’s focus on Hamlet.
Give us a list of names
If you were going to make this film.”
The director leaned
Back in his plush swivel chair.
He opened his iPad, created a note,
And within a matter of moments,
The producers received a list.
“Okay," the Senior producer said,
"Will you run the audition?”
The director said,
“Only If i’m doing the film.”
“We can’t pay you unless
The film is a hit.”
“So let’s make a hit,”
The director said.
He went back to his iPad.
Moments later, the producers
Received another note titled
This Is The Real List
The producers, though, did not
Recognize the one name
That was, in fact,
The entire list.
“Who is Carol The Mimic?”
Both producers asked
At the same time.
The director shrugged
With a huge grin.
“The star of your next movie.
She’s a comic I saw last week
In a small town in Arizona.
During her set she did John Wayne,
Clint Eastwood, Donald Trump,
Mae West, and Gilda Radnor.
We’re going to see which one of those
Icons will work best as the moody Dane.”
“Who?" The junior producer asked,
Revealing he’d not yet read
The source material.
“Trust me,” the director said.
And so, three days later,
Carol The Mimic joined the director
And the two producers
In a conference room
At a Marriott in Tempe.
It was agreed that she'd perform
Each of her icons with segments
(or ideas)
From the same speech,
The soliloquy that begins
“To be or not to be.”
“Hey, this is good shit,”
The junior producer said,
Glancing at the supplied text
And
Revealing the obvious.
Again.
Carol the Mimic,
Wearing a cowboy hat and jeans,
Sauntered in laconic,
Swaying fashion
To the middle of the room,
Leaned back and said,
“To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them.
End them?
Wa huh.
Like hell I’ll end them.”
The director and the senior producer laughed.
The junior producer had no point of reference.
Carol the Mimic went behind
A small screen and returned
Wearing a wrinkled suit,
Holding a large handgun.
To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream;
Aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.
I know what you're thinking.
Is he gonna fire one shot or more’?
But being that this is a .44 Magnum,
The most powerful handgun in the world,
And would blow my head clean off,
I’ve gotta ask one question:
Do I feel lucky?"
"Awesome!" The Junior producer screamed,
Elated he had an inkling.
Carol The Mimic exited and returned,
A few moments later,
Her face now colored orange,
Wearing a white dress shirt
With an enormous red tie.
"A question that probably
Some of you are thinking
Of if you’re totally into that world,
Which I find to be very interesting.
So, supposedly we hit the body
With a tremendous,
Whether it’s ultraviolet
Or just very powerful light,.
And then supposing
You brought the light inside the body,
Which you can do either
Through the skin or in some other way.
And then I see the disinfectant,
Where it knocks it out in one minute.
And is there a way we can do something like that,
By injection inside or almost a cleaning,
Because you see it gets in the lungs
And it does a tremendous
Number on the lungs.
So, we’ll see,
But the whole concept of the light,
The way it kills it in one minute.
That’s pretty powerful."
A stunned silence.
"She didn't use the source material,"
The Junior producer shouted.
"Who cares?" The senior produced yelled.
"That was terrific."
Carol The Mimic darted off
And returned in a huge dress.
"You only live once.
But if you do it right
Once ought to be enough.
I've got the sling,
If you've got the arrows.
Come up
And see me sometime.
Between two evils,
I always pick the one
I haven't tried before."
Carol The Mimic bowed and
Promised to come back ASAP.
But after several minutes,
It seemed she might not return.
Finally, she appeared,
Wearing a monstrous, wide wig.
She carried a stack of boxes,
All of which left her hands
And crashed to the floor.
"Well, it just goes to show ya:
If it's not one thing,
It's another."
"That's it!"
The Senior produced cried.
"That's our Hamlet!"
"I got a question,"
The Junior producer said.
"Can she do a Hammerhead?
Or even better,
A Great White?"
