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Chick: No explosions and little if any gun play, but a lot of giggling and sobbing.
Guy: More explosions than an EOD site, gun play worthy of the OK Corral and a lot of grunts, mumbles and swearing.
Chick: At least one beloved character will die.
Guy: The equivalent of the population of Luxembourg will die.
Chick: Our heroine is perky or sweet, if she's under 30. Over 30, sultry or career driven. Over 40, neurotic or trapped in a loveless marriage. 50 and over either a formidable matriarch or totally bat shit.
Guy: Under 30, smart ass "with much to learn" or a jittery but brilliant nerd (not unlike the script writer), over 30 but not yet 50, mixed bag but we can count on smart, stoic, vengeful, master of all martial arts and crack shot and capable of taking a beating that would make Mohammad Ali cry like a baby. Over 50, evil overlord, benevolent patriarch or neurotic, trapped in a loveless marriage and fooling around with the over 30 sultry and career driven chick or, if he's really screwed up, his over 40 counterpart -- hilarity will ensue.
Chick: Heroine has a hip smart African American girl friend who proves the tough love or the "when you walk through the storm ..." pep talk. Alternative: a hip smart gay. Bonus points if he's African American. His lines almost all consist of "I know how you feel, girl friend."
Guy: No friends, just partners. If it isn't job related, they may exchange one sentence per week, 75% of the sentence consists of "fuck you", but each will and do take a bullet for the other; that's the way they bond. If hero's boss was particularly nasty, hero gets woman partner. Either partner is a formidable matriarch in training who melts under our hero's laser gaze, then turns into a neurotic mess because hero does a variation on "I've gotta be movin' on" on her. She'll die in the climatic shoot out. Or she's under thirty, perky and sweet, and takes a bullet for him -- in the climatic shoot out. Big death scene with her sweet but perky love declaration to which hero tells her "She's gotta be movin' on".
Chick: Two extremes: Either she dresses in clothes and lives in quarters that in real world would cost minimum ten times what she's pulling down at work or she's needs a Super Fund intervention. Entirely based on her neurosis level and if she's getting laid.
Guy: Over 50, London Men's Club elegant or Art Deco slick. Whatever, lush. Under 50, the Super Fund took one look and ran screaming into the night.
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