Frank: Look, in what I do there are sometimes pressures. What the hell do you think that I do? Come on. Come on, every morning I walk in for five months, say hi - what the hell do you think that I do?
Jessie: You sell little f***ing cars, that's what you do.
Frank: I wear $150 slacks, I wear silk shirts, I wear $800 suits, I wear a gold watch, I wear a perfect, D-flawless three carat ring. I…
I like how the inclusion of so much Jason POV makes me feel gross. The voyeurism of the first 45 minutes makes the viewer feel complicit in the slashing instead of just an innocent titillated bystander.
The message is clear but the mode isn’t particularly compelling. Maybe the boredom of the whole ordeal simply reinforces the message that we’ll all move and forget about this sooner rather than later. Is it then a Pyrrhic victory? Idk
