A similar incapacity to wake up from a dream

in the great tradition of denuded realism, the female half of the young couple does not have the time or privilege to see with sepia-infused sentimentality. She is pragmatic, perhaps even frigid, cold, bitchy. The couple is wildly successful in material and style terms, but spiritually empty and existentially dubious still. A baby question lingers. But so does a remodel question. Much will be made of the worthiness of examined and unexamined lives, but only to extent they play out within socioeconomic brackets and a range of affect that has like two registers.

stripped down to its core, the notion that this sentiment or life circumstance is common does too much work. Dealing in Representative lives is a different kind of crutch no matter the niche in which it is done . Proxy status and synecdoche paper over an unwillingness or inability to speak from and for the idiosyncratic snowflakeness of the individual person. So that, naturally, the auteur of this particularly denuded realist artifact can’t be criticized if his or her instantiation feels flat. It is not a failing but a testament to verisimilitude. And so we end up with art whose chief virtue is to render with exactitude the limited flawed lives of its limited flat characters - getting the details and textures absolutely right is no substitute for a lack of interesting lives. It is a vicious virtuous cycle, a closed loop of banality.