If he isn’t a great artist, that means he’s just a prick.
The ‘he’ is universal here.
The only upside to being over 35 is you don’t get raped as much.
I think I could appreciate this film more if I were 50, my husband was going through a mid-life crisis (but it’s actually just his true persona and I’ve somehow never realised that men don’t start midlife crises at 22), and our marriage had already crumbled to dust but, what’s the point? So, we sit down, several feet apart, watch this film, hope he learns a lesson, and then go to sleep in the same bed, facing opposite directions.
Or maybe it’d be easier if my parents watched it together...