well of course, silly.
If either movie was made by millenials, there would be sixteen "disorders", 41 moments of "words hurt", so-called "men" in salmon pants, one of which needs to be a neckbeard in a fedora, 3 women who are magically, without training or guidance, world class MMA fighters, and one of the "women" would need to be trans. Two cast members are gay, one is "non-binary", and the movie ends when half of them are poisoned by blue hair dye, one has a tantrum over a red hat and falls off a cliff, and the rest claim a "victim" or disability status, eat nothing but kale crisps, while expecting to collect a UBI check, despite getting gender studies and journalism degrees.
It will be called "Flaming Crocs" and when nobody watches it, it's OUR fault because we are "racist"
Welcome to the 21st century, where everyone is offended, bathrooms are scary, and the smartest dumb generation can load an app on an iPhone (while decrying "capitalism", of course) but cannot fry an egg or sew on a button.
Or, as an old farmer once said "wasted crop, wasted seed"
