If you had caught Addicted to Love in 1997 you might have thought Meg Ryan would be our Carole Lombard. A Hawksian Woman for the ’90s and the aughts.It didn’t quite happen that way. But after another recent viewing of A2L, I thought, “Why not?” Meg plays Maggie sexier than Stanwyck’s Sugarpuss O’Shea and more rambunctious than Katharine Hepburn’s Susan Vance.My mind does go all over the place too when I’m thinking about Michelle. At the same time of Maggie’s popularity, Pfeiffer was crafting her own goddess of blonde womanhood in the form of One Fine Day‘s leggy Melanie Parker.Maggie is supremely hot; swaggering and tough-talking; Pfeiffer is equal parts femininity, stunning allure, and million-dollar charm. I just can’t imagine how thrilling it would have been to see the two of them in action, sharing the same screwball scene. Call it Bringing up One Fine Blonde Ball of Fire.Raunchy, Rubenesque Ryan would have driven Michelle to distraction. La Pfeiffer’s beauty and elegance would have ruffled Ryan’s amour-propre. In this scenario even Howard Hawks himself would have been driven a little screwball.