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Originally posted by str8outavannuys
No way. Stepford Wives remake (just doing my part for the biz). Watch the trailer here
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Surely someone has answered this, but the town in Stepford Wives is called, ummm.... Stepford. And I think (though wouldn't swear to it) that it was filmed in Greenwich (I know I read an article in the NYT about it -- about how all the SAHM's were trying out for the extras parts.) [Are you sure you're in the biz?*]
To change the subject ever-so-slightly...
Something happened to me in this big city about a month ago, that both confirmed my disgust with, but offered a glimmer of hope for, the deservedness of the reputation for nastiness us city-folk have.
Scene: Snowy, icky evening; rush-hour (
translation: impossible to find a cab).
Dramatis personae: Lovely lawyer (that's me), hanging out on 56th Street near oft-traveled swanky hotel, in hopes of maybe chancing upon a cab that has just dropped off a guest at said hotel; villian and hero (to elaborate now would ruin the surprise!)
So I'm waiting for my big chance, and I see a cab slowing down; not in front of the hotel, but it appears that it will pass me and stop a little behind me. I'm right!! SCORE!!! The light on the cab goes on, and I head over toward the building where the passenger is alighting. [Note -- it's obvious this cab is mine, and non-scumbags and those familiar with taxi etiquette wouldn't try to hone in.]
But WAIT!! Villian appears out of nowhere (from across the street) -- just chancing upon this seemingly available cab, but he clearly sees that I've made my claim, but instead of doing the right thing and waiting his turn for the next one (which, admittedly, would probably be a long wait), speeds up his step to get there before me, and gets in on the wrong side (i.e., not the curb side), demonstrating that he knows all too well the evil of his actions.
NOT SO FAST, Villian!! The lovely gentleman, exiting from the cab on the correct side (showing him to be an upright and moral sort), with obvious discernment, recognizes the injustice and transgression of decent societal interaction that is about to occur, thinks quickly and says to the scourge-on-society already sitting in my rightful place, "Sir, I am waiting for my wife -- this taxi is for her!"
Well, knock me over with a feather!!!
As I approach the cab (a little sheepishly, I admit), I mouth the words "thank you" to my would-be knight in shining armour (or, perhaps more accurately, older professorial type with patagonia-type jacket and duck boots) and get into my spot.
The villian has exited door left, but as he realizes he has been hoodwinked into returning what he had (in his mind) rightfully stolen, doesn't close the cab door (another glaring breach of taxi etiquette -- keeping in character, of course).
I was so stunned, that I sat in the cab for a moment, and the driver just stared at me, waiting for me to give him my destination. I snapped out of it, and apologized, saying, "Sorry -- I just can't believe that just happened!" The taxi driver commended the actions of our hero, and we chatted about his heroics for a good 20 blocks.
[and..... SCENE!]
*Reminder -- that's what those of us who are "in the know" call it, for all you rubes out there....
Edited to fix shameful spelling error 
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