I just want onto the IMDB page for The Man Who Wasn’t There (the incredible film I’m writing my essay about) and it turns out Tom Waldrat copied the first half of one of his questions verbatim from the IMDB page.
What a charlatan.
I hate people who don’t even bother to come up with their own ideas.
On a less scornful note, this film parallels Camus’ novel The Stranger impeccably, so this essay is going to be easy as pie. On a tenuously related note, I simply need to buy The Myth of Sisyphus. I haven’t been reading for months and it makes me very ancy. I suddenly have nothing to talk about.