Crazy Little Thing by Saxon Bennett and Layce Gardner
Texans Ollie and Claire traveled to Iowa to legalize their love. Now, in order to untie the knot, these (f)lawfully wedded wives must return to their state of matrimony. But do they really want to undo “I do”?
Remember those droll, belligerent bumper stickers that said Protect the Sanctity of Divorce from Gays?
Well, divorcing gays Ollie Hiland and Claire Drummond are the unprotected sex.
Texans who traveled to Iowa to legalize their love, these (f)lawfully wedded wives must return to their state of matrimony in order to untie the knot. And―get this hitch―they’re obligated to play house for three months with their future past spouse.
All shook up yet? Just wait―things get even shakier when Ollie and Claire embark on a road trip. They may not be going south, but everything else certainly is. Accompanied by a narcoleptic nincompoop and a demented documentarian, the women hit Jailhouse Rock bottom. To top it all off, Claire develops a fascination with a hallucination of Elvis Presley.
Needless to say, Ollie’s little darlin’ is the eponymous crazy little thing. In fact, all this separation anxiety is Claire’s (un)doing. Convinced she and Ollie jumped the gun when they jumped the broom, Claire insists they’re far too incompatible for infinity.
Ollie, on the other hand, may be girl happy like Elvis, but she’s not a happy girl. Her feelings are more in the style of “Love Me Tender” than “Return to Sender,” with a sampling of the song “A Boi Like Me, A Girl Like You” from the Presley picture Girls! Girls! Girls!
Will the couple’s compulsory cohabitation bring Claire-ity to their situation?
Crazy Little Thing is an od(d)yssey of outlandish distortions. A screenplay in prose, though not a novelization of a screenplay in the standard sense, the story is reel-istic: a credibility-compromised creation that should, by rights, succeed only on the big screen. Plus, the spectral sightings of the pelvis-pivoting crooner are too desultory to be pivotal, so poor Elvis has left the building blocks of the story scattered from Texas to Iowa.
But when all is wed and done…somehow this medley of commotion, emotion, and devotion succeeds because of its wanton wackiness. Fools fall in love, and while it isn’t a burning love, I can’t help falling in love with these characters. It’s just one of those crazy little things.