She Holed Up In Mexico

Of course, she is beautiful.  And tiny.  She will have long hair that is disheveled in the most romantic fashion that is only achievable with three on-site stylists each wielding a teasing comb, hair spray and large curling iron.  Cue the spray bottles to moisten her skin with a dewy sweat that evokes images of rumpled sheets.  Not too much!  We don't want to suggest any odor.

Oh, that's good.  Maybe another spritz more over her white pheasant top.  And let's loosen that top string just a bit more.  Perfect.  But we're going to need to spray the cleavage too.  Nice, nice.  Good.

Now, remember, this tiny beauty is A Woman Scorned.  Something dreadful and character altering has occurred.  She has lost her lover... or her father... no, I have it, her child.  Yes!  A woman who is filled with the rage of a protective mother.  Think Sarah Palin with cleavage sweat.

And, of course, she is trained in martial arts.  Oh yes, all that flowing hair can whip about and toss around men four times her size with ease.  She can rack and shoot with marksman's precision while beads of dewy bosom sweat fly off her in slow mo.  Because her mission to find the killer who took her child gives her power!  Gurl Power!  It will be completely believable that this 90 lb tiny thing will be able to physically best a 220 lb stunt man.  Tell SFX we will need that wall to be paper-maiched so she can toss Tough Guy #4 through it in Scene 87.

But there is more.  Of course, there is more.  She tracks the Bad Guy to a remote village somewhere in Mexico where he has hole up.  What makes him so bad?  I don't know, give him bad orthodontia and a swathery beard.  That should suffice.  But in this remote village there must also be The Man.  Insert some barely plausible story whereby he too has landed in this hot, stucco clad back-lot.  He will come from a place of violence but he has renounced it all.  He now farms or raises chickens or some such thing that involves sitting stoically at a dingy bar slugging back an impossible number of shots of hard liquor while trying to forget.  I'm think ex-navy seal.  Or possibly secret CIA op.    An ankle holster would be hot.  Check with wardrobe for that, would you?

And, of course, they meet.  And, of course, he falls for the damp peasant blouse and the glistening skin and her hard exterior.  And, of course, for her he will re-open his past and together, guns blazing they will get the Bad Guy.

Probably, we will also need lots of climbing bougainvillea, a few cute local kids with big brown eyes and wide white smiles to chant "si, senora".  And we need an Innocent that will die at the hands of the Bad Man.  Maybe a dog.  Not enough?  Ok, how about if tiny Senorita has a younger sister who has fallen in with Bad Man?  That's good right?  We'll have to find her a different pheasant top.  And order more cleavage sweat.  I'm smelling box office hit here!