Slowly lurching through the commute, whittling life’s precious seconds away. Round the clock monotony has never been adapted so well. Horrifying it must be to see yourself replicated by the character portrayed by Ron Livingston. That slow plunge into work, the boss that doesn’t understand the desire to move on and up from a lowly desk position. Modernity is not quick to deal with the lives found in this tiny block of desks. Office Space has tones of grey and glum coordination, and it is with that that Mike Judge leaves his mark as an impressive purveyor of monotony. He drags the fun out of that everyday horror so many take part in.
Prom. What a wonderful time. Splashing your cash on a fancy suit, only to realise you’re going to spend four hours poking at questionable quality food, pretending you enjoy dancing, and nipping outside to pour hip flask whisky into a flat lemonade. What a life. What a time. America has romanticised the need for prom, and also the need for friends. Blockers’ need to romanticise the spirit of friendships and the magic, middle-class lifestyle is a tortured, laborious notation, but one that isn’t going away any time soon. Embrace it. Get comfy. Enjoy the ride. Kay Cannon and her cast certainly have, but they do nothing with it.