Yknow
I lived in a small town once. Though I guess it was too big to actually be called a town, but it had that small town feeling. And honestly, living in a small town makes you feel like you’re living inside an organism. Like, the town itself is alive, in a sleepy, eldritch way.
There are eyes everywhere. You are constantly being watched. And with bored neighbors come rumors abound, you better keep quiet and stay in whatever line they’ve created unless you want to be the designated social outcast.
I think Welcome Home is a metaphor for that in a way. Amongst many other things I can’t begin to explain as I don’t know. But the fact that Wally watches so intently? The implications of nearly every other character playing a part, following a line drawn by, what, who? Home? As if they’re forced to be puppets—both literally and figuratively— in order to keep some semblance of “reputation” or peace?
I think Frank being the final girl is fitting, because his “line” is being frank. Not sugar coating. While he plays into some lies, it’s clear he isn’t playing wholeheartedly. He’s much more closer to being authentic.
Idk, these are just musings. We still have much to uncover, but I’m betting the man unafraid to call things as they are will eventually butt heads with the worst of it. I just hope he “survives”.
