This one is free, Hollywood

The details of the plot are not important. For the purposes of my dissertation, the following clip I feel arms you with all the requisite context: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHNieMwYbmQ&feature=player_detailpage#t=122s

There you have your typical "guy getting hit in the groin" moment; that the damage was inflicted by an overactive child makes the instance all the more unremarkable. It's the go-to ploy in any comedy that plays off a sort of slapstick element. But I think even a movie like this could afford to take a bit of a gamble and try a new go-to trope. Nothing too extreme, just something to inject a bit of freshness into a formula that is showing its age. My idea for where this film could have gone could work especially well I think because it plays off the actors specifically. This movie, for example, might have benefited from omitting the "hit in the groin" jokes in lieu of something along the lines of, say, multiple scenes of Adam Sandler having a heart attack.

You could have basically the same moment juxtaposed against various backdrops, making for an amusing callback. One scene could, for example, take place in an elevator overlooking Paris: Imagine a version of that trailer in which is included a brief interlude to a shot of Sandler standing in a glass elevator, the window behind him opening up to a picturesque view of the Paris skyline on a clear Spring day- I can picture the plotting vividly- when suddenly he lets out a sharp, anguished grunt, grasping at his chest and sinking to the floor as the mandala of the Place de l'Étoile junction rises prominently in the background. It'd even mitigate the annoyance factor of the trailer's repeated use of the "music goes quiet on the beat of a punchline" trope.

(bouncy pop love song playing)

Once you start a LIE...

... it's hard to STOP.

(Record scratch, followed by silence)

Sandler is in a regally regally decorated Bangladeshi restaurant where a vivd cerise paint job contrasts smartly with a smattering of humbly framed parchment and assorted vases sporting elaborate golden floral designs. Suddenly he clutches his chest, letting out an anguished grunt as he stumbles and knocks some decor and silverware off a table as he sinks again to the floor, dragging the neatly laid out tablecloth down over himself like a shroud. The warm, indirect lighting playing off his face aptly accentuates Sandler's sickly pallor.

It's quite basic, I know, but I hope Hollywood will see fit to lend an ear and try implementing some of these suggestions in the near future.