Trig Your Own Hole
If only the filmmakers of 40 Days and 40 Nights had been more literally formulaic and arrived at their title via mathematical equations, the resulting scenario might have smelled a little fresher, e.g.: Six Weeks - 48 Hrs. = 40 Days and 40 Nights (sick-kid weepie morphs into odd-couple policier in reverse?). Or A Month (in the Country) + 2 Days (in the Valley) + The Day (the Earth Stood Still) + Weekend (at Bernie's) + (The Lost) Weekend + Week-end = 40 Days and 40 Nights (chaste romantic reverie ends in spiraling nightmare of hitmen, aliens, dead fratboys, cheap Scotch, and snarled traffic?). Or Nine Months/28 Days + Seven Years (in Tibet)/(Gone in) 60 Seconds + A Year (of 13 Moons)/Two Weeks (in Another Town) = 40 Days and 40 Nights (madcap caper with pregnant 12-stepper, car-boosting monks, and cutthroat transsexual filmmakers?). As it is, this squeamishly risqué teen sexcom, in which vapid horndog Josh Hartnett determines to give up shtupping-and-spanking for Lent (the legendary Seinfeld episode - wit + weird Christian overtones, set in a San Francisco - gays + antiquated dotcom color), roughly splits the difference between Six Days, Seven Nights and 9 1/2 Weeks. Which is something like the nth-order derivative of an infinite regression.
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