Y'know, when that Writers' Guild Strike (in which the writers of Hollywood folded like poorly made tents after failing to secure the A FILM BY credit) threatened to hit a few years ago, a number of producers scrapped up a few really high concept ideas, most likely scribbled on cocktail napkins during coke whore fuck sessions, that involved familiar stars in fairly familiar and limp situations, which would be easy to duplicate had the WGA refused to work, making these films rather easy to create.
Although the strike was averted (i.e. writers gave up), some of these ideas survived, which is why we got 50 FIRST DATES, ALONG CAME POLLY, and now NATIONAL TREASURE, a dumb action movie revolving around one the most famous documents of all time tastlessly used for the sake of blowing shit up. For the sake of all screenwriters, of which I am one, I will be boycotting NATIONAL TREASURE, partly out of respect for a well-written movie that wasn't greenlit while NATIONAL TREASURE sped into production, but mostly because I don't spend money on shit.