I thought I was Lance, or at least I was one of those who get Lance. I feel helplessly sad when Kyle shows nothing but disrespect and rudeness to him. I feel envious when Claire told Lance she was watching Mike playing basketball. I feel a little elation though mixed with disappointment when people surround Lance for whatever isn't true. Also I feel relieved when he put everything away and dashed into that swimming pool.
But wait a minute. On the second thought, how can I be sure that I am not one of those Lance resents? The Gothic rebellious girl, the glassy nerd, the overweight dumb, the headmaster, the republisher agent... they all nodded when they read the fake journal and felt connected with the fake Kyle. Finally they end up being dispised and mocked by Lance, despite the sympathy, respect and admire they gave, at least partially real.
Lance ends up feeling true and fulfilled with people who he thought really get him. But after over one hour's brainwashing about how fake it is, I can not help but suspect whether the last scene is really true.
Finally, what I can get from this movieis only that one thing, nobody can really get anybody. So why bother to read, ponder and sympathize?
HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE.
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