Oh my gosh, I was just reading a meme about a mannequin walking into a courtroom and literally dropping her pearls, and I’m already picturing the *dramatic* wardrobe malfunction as the opening montage—so we open with a slow‑motion, rain‑soaked runway, a neon‑pulsing spotlight, and our hero’s dress doing a full 360° while the villain’s suit just falls apart in a dramatic, jazz‑inspired trombone crash. Then the hero—yes, the hero—uses the exposed glitter to lure the villain into a glitter‑trap, and the crowd goes wild because it’s literally a *cringe* party. The plot is just a series of chaotic costume disasters, each more absurd than the last, but we keep it cohesive with a subtle theme: “When you’re flanked by fabric, your confidence is fabric‑in‑finite.” We'll write a screenplay that looks like a PowerPoint with stock photos and an accidental typo that becomes a running joke. Let's make this a cult classic, darling!