“All my life I’ve been a lonely boy.”
Somber this, somber that.
A man’s showering technique says much about his character.
There’s a certain level of skeeve here, but what is acting, what is by design, what is the reality of the setting and characters?
Dialogue is out of an episode of Seinfeld.
Ben Gazzara? I mean, Jackie Treehorn?
You always blame the kicker.
I had me some Goon hair until all that rustling got to me.
“Don’t do bad things. Just don’t do any bad things.”
What is this? Post-industrial fantasy? Super reality?
Made sure the bed was straightened after he sat on it.
Okay, yes—Christina Ricci’s tits.
Life is an improv. Didn’t they teach you the rules of improv? You go with it. You move forward. Don’t trip anybody up.
To fall for a pouter is obvious.
They dance for you and lose interest when you pay attention.
D’you ever get caught up in a stranger’s ways, goin along on some sorta immeasurable tangent where you were just tryna get through your shit for another day, and later, when you’re back to your shit, you don’t know who you’d be if you hadn’t.
Reminded of that motel room in Chicago. The blinking red.
The red room from my visions.
What is the significance of the red shoes / What is the significance of the black hat.
Confront the 2nd person.
A nice girl to bring hot chocolate to is all.
No one can expect the happy ending. We simply hope.
KT: There is a level of realistic portrayal that helps a work achieve its tone without the sense of overproduction. The midwest and the east are familiar but distinctly strange. If it seems too outlandish it’s all the more believable/real.