This man owns a two story home in the Chicago suburbs with an attic and a basement. The conflict of the story is how he won’t be able to add a pool to this palace. He lusts after some random girl at the mall when Beverly DiAngelo is right there.
He’s an upper middle senior lower upper management type who is looking for a bonus payment (just for himself, not for his team) so he can improve his already outlandish standard of personal living.
What’s not to empathize with? I mean, we’ve all been there.
When I was a kid, I thought people who lived like that were just on TV. Middle class existence was as relevant to my experience as robot maids and talking cars.
Honestly I’m still a little suspicious. Hollywood contrivances are a history of how we think of ourselves, not of how we are.
This man owns a two story home in the Chicago suburbs with an attic and a basement. The conflict of the story is how he won’t be able to add a pool to this palace. He lusts after some random girl at the mall when Beverly DiAngelo is right there.
I will never relate to this man.
He’s an upper middle senior lower upper management type who is looking for a bonus payment (just for himself, not for his team) so he can improve his already outlandish standard of personal living.
What’s not to empathize with? I mean, we’ve all been there.
I just assume that is what middle class life looked like back then.
When I was a kid, I thought people who lived like that were just on TV. Middle class existence was as relevant to my experience as robot maids and talking cars.
Honestly I’m still a little suspicious. Hollywood contrivances are a history of how we think of ourselves, not of how we are.