Call me a regular Nell Fenwick, waiting for Dudley Do-Right to rescue me from the malevolent Snidely Whiplash. Yet, such an M.O. for murder seems outmoded — and rather unsophisticated — nowadays. The life-threatening perils introduced by the Industrial Revolution have been replaced by high-speed car chases and fiery explosions. What trope will follow once future generations only snicker at our April O’Neils and, more predictably, Bella Swans?
Note: No damsels in distress were injured in the making of this post.
