That's where the idea for "The Seduction of Lucy" came about.
I'm a huge fan of both Besson and Johansson, so when "Lucy" ads hit the airways, I was psyched. I've seen "La Femme Nikita" a million times, in all three of its incarnations, and I'm sure I'm not alone in saying, it's not difficult to watch Johansson for an hour and a half. But after the first twenty minutes of "Lucy", the movie turned into some weird art house film, and though I'm sure there was layered symbolism and erudite life lessons being doled out, (as well as CGI that had geeks everywhere raving about its scope,) I was left feeling cheated. (I was going to say disappointed, but that doesn't even begin to touch how I felt. Cheated is the correct word.)
If I was the type to swear in public, expletives would have tripped off my tongue as I screamed them at the rolling credits. Instead, I lumbered out of the theater with the other semi-comatose, sulking viewers, and turned to my daughter, saying, "That's not what they sold me." I'd waited so long for a promised experience that wasn't delivered, and couldn't let go of that version of the movie in my head, the version, apparently, that existed only in my head. So I put on my coat, nudged my daughter and said, "I'm going to write what it should have been." She was kind enough to nod, and though she didn't try to hide her condescension (she's sixteen,) I took that as a "You go girl!"
I wanted to write a Lucy that was bad ass, that came into her own, that stood up for herself, and was the one that saved the day (without needing her to be whatever Besson turned Lucy into in that movie. I still don't get it.) The audience deserved my version of this trope. Women deserved my version. Totally mad I didn't get my trope!
So I wrote it. "The Seduction of Lucy". Scarlett Johansson would be great in it, but I visualized #Haywire #GinaCarano. I can't wait to see what you think.