Opening scene. Young girl. She's running all cliche like. Sweat beads form on her forehead. Her heart beats a mile a minute. Footsteps other than her own are heard. The girl trips. Her pursuer is shown. Now would typically be the time to scream. But none of the viewers do. They laugh instead. Of course they do. The movie's portrayal of them, is comical. It could not be farther from the truth. Well, in the looks department at least. As if the real thing looked like that. Even old ones didn't look that goofy. So the viewers laughed. And laughed.