Who the fuck makes a movie about a dresser? They should have called this “The Reality of Furniture” starring Matt Damon and a hot British chick. But yeah, it’s actually got nothing to do with furniture. But, you know, that could be a film. The one in my head is actually pretty wild. It deals with how furniture is just wood in a captured state, and it wants to return to the wild, but Fkn Matt Damon wants his dresser and chairs an shit back, so he keeps chasing em down and like tying em to the floor or something, it’s a little fuzzy. My version is more of a comedy than this. And honestly, not very good, it really has no third act. I suck at screenplays from my dreams. They just don’t make any sense.
In this actual movie, Matt Damon plays a young politician, seems to have a lot of support despite a slightly troubled fratboy past when running previously and not doing good (the reasons now would be scoffed at, because, you know, reality). Late-breaking tabloid shit hits the airwaves on the eve of the latest elections, dooming his attempts yet again. However, he does meet a nice little lady in a bathroom as he prepares his concession speech, and suddenly his outlook don’t look so bad. But then a strange thing happens. In a very surreal kinda way, he gets totally cockblocked by these very strange fellows wearing hats and carrying weird books, and he is kinda fucked on the whole Meeting the Perfect Girl kinda thing. But he’s tenacious, and eventually he sees her again. And then things really go sideways. Through...doors.
So this can kinda be interpreted in few different ways. Interesting that they chose a political tangent, given the original 1954 story by Philip K. Dick (who also wrote the stories for Blade Runner, The Minority Report, Total Recall, A Scanner Darkly, Paycheck, Screamers, Imposter, Next with Nic fkn Cage, etc), it didn’t have such major consequences but, hey, they had to beef it up a bit somehow. These folk actually did ok in that regard. And it’s an interesting concept to play around with, Free will or the appearance of free will, what might go in one direction or another with only the slightest of nudges. And the bureaucracies that have no idea but dictate it anyways. Weird. Science Fiction, or Speculative Fiction as some like to call it. Where do they get their zany ideas, right? Hopefully at least I can stop dreaming about furniture now. It...isn’t very exciting.
