(FatNatRat)
I was watching it shyly on my computer during my bio lab and I started to think about Frank.
Am I the Frank? Are you the Frank? Poor Frank.
I completely adore his character. Everything about him, that nut in the observer.
Shall we review?
Frank: I... can't help myself.
Electric typewriters? Frank: The gentle, soothing lullaby of a piece of machinery so perfect...
2. He concocts bizarre theories about things of very little significance.
Frank: Name me one thing, ONE, that we've gained from technology.
Kathleen: Electricity
Frank: That's one. [points to computer] You think this machine is your friend but it's not.
Frank: Absolutely. They buy leather jackets for much more than they're worth. But they don't fall in love with fascist dictators!
Frank: Kathleen, you are a lone reed. You are a lone reed, standing tall, waving boldly in the corrupt sands of commerce.
3. He's quick
Frank: The inventor of the superstore, of course. The enemy of the mid-list novel, the destroyer of City Books. Tell me something: really, how do you sleep at night?
Frank: A HOTDOG is singing. You need quiet while a hotdog is singing?
and yet . . .
in the end, frank gets dumped. don't think i haven't thought about this. Frank gets dumped, and while we're on the subject, kathleen never fully appreciates him. why is that? why doesn't kathleen love him? i am always wondering this. frank does such a wonderful job being that horn all forlorn! what is he missing here??
He's missing the NY152 charm. The one she's always wondering about. She turns on her computer, waits impatiently as it connects. She goes online, and her breath catches in her chest until she hears three little words: You've got mail. She hears nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of her own heart. She has mail. From you.
And we all wanted it to be Joe Fox. We all wanted it so badly.