The thrilling wrongness of being outside peering in. Men breaking boundaries, burdening budding sexuality. Men fantasizing about giving Alicia Silverstone a bath. Soapin’ up her back, oh yeah. A #yesallwomen picture. A classical piano score. If this movie were made today the quarterback in the diner besot by patriarchal temptation would be reading the Robert Coover source material as a sorta meta nod or easter egg rather than Catcher in the Rye, the go-to text of Hollywood for symbolizing white male angst.
Metaphysics
Blind Chance
This is east bloc Sliding Doors. The colors are moss, wood and jaundice. Our protagonist has three different shitty lives depending on whether he chooses, rejects, or is indifferent to communism. No matter what he gets laid. He finds a message in a bottle, he stands in line for hours for bread. The sun peeks sickly out of clouds in train stations and airports. We are all the mutable results of fate and action.