How dumb can some people be?
That galvanizing thought kept ricocheting inside the brain of budding filmmaker Brett E. Lewis each time the national media seized upon yet another holier-than-thou politician who had been caught with his or her pants down.
The aspiring political satirist is hoping to channel the zeitgeist surrounding the embarrassingly unending stream of libidinous lawmakers perennially perp-walking their way across the cable news landscape into “C Street.”
The scurrilous send-up — the first 10 pages of the script includes trysts with trannies, lady Senators alluding to riding staffers like marine animals, a tête-à-tête about gifting breast implants and a Janet Reno reference — spares no one.
“This is an equal opportunity skewer. There’s no pulling punches in either direction,” Lewis assures HOH, stressing that both parties are well-versed in the art of infidelity.
The title knocks the Capitol Hill residence shared by a number of scandalized solons. The central story, however, is pure fiction, turning around a power-hungry aide, his sex-starved boss and the bosomy object of their mutual affection. Lewis suggested that some of the supporting players should be easily recognizable. To be fair, if you’ve seen one Appalachian Trail-wandering, crotch-tweeting public official, you’ve seen them all.
Lewis is trying to go indie and raise enough loot on Kickstarter to proceed unhindered. But he assures HOH that, one way or another, the cameras will roll this fall.
After that, he said, he’ll likely go the film festival/Netflix route — handicapping its box office haul. But there’s at least one captive audience he’d kill to screen it for.
“I would love for this to be played at next year’s White House Correspondents’ Association dinner,” he mused.
You and me both, pal.