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Very much not for me. Thomas is so despicable as a human being that I can’t buy into the film as an exploration of our metaphysical reality. It’s obviously about a person so enamoured with themselves that they treat all people as callous objects, and in such, their contribution to society is meaningless. They might as well not exist, as the final shot points out.
By the measure of art as a conversation starter, this is a success, but Thomas so perfectly embodies this callousness that I found it incredibly uncomfortable to watch. The man is an unsympathetic psychological abuser and sexual predator. He is the worst kind of man. I spent most of the film hoping somebody would jump out of the bushes and shoot him. There is no merit in interrogating the perspective of this sort of person.
I prefer De Palma’s Blow Out.