The Consultant holds up a mirror to you that speaks and says: It does not matter if you liked the show or not. You watched it, I got your money, our transaction is concluded. And that is what businesses do today. Everything is dystopian from the scripted responses the non-good-English-speaking far eastern tech support reads to you, to products guided by focus groups and are only meant to last for a very short time till you move on to the next product, and, very importantly, there is no longer any interest to the quality of products because the consumers have lost the ability to evaluate quality, or purpose of the product for that matter.
Administrative assistants can rise to CEO's overnight for doing as they are told, whatever they are told to do. Bosses have the power of gods over the lives of employees who have descended to the level of ants. Employees don't know who the boss is, what the boss is, and they cannot piece together the clues.
In The Consultant, the central question of who or what is REG. US. PAT. OFF is constantly raised and never answered: Is he the Devil, is he a spirit, does he even exist at all, or is he an extremely devious manager of situations, capable of getting people around him to achieve any result he wants? The only thing that is proven as fact, after watching this series, is that his skeleton is not made of organic bone but of pure gold. Allegory? Metaphor? Or just another meaningless device for a product that is meant to excite, momentarily, and then we move on, but the production company has thrived already by our meaningless excitement?
I have serious issues with where viewership demand for shows and consequent stories and script-writing are going. Beyond that, Christoph Waltz's performance holds it all together because he is the perfect actor to use in the product that this short series was.
Now, we can all resume regular programming waking-hours gaming application of thumbs-on-smartphone-screen.
Administrative assistants can rise to CEO's overnight for doing as they are told, whatever they are told to do. Bosses have the power of gods over the lives of employees who have descended to the level of ants. Employees don't know who the boss is, what the boss is, and they cannot piece together the clues.
In The Consultant, the central question of who or what is REG. US. PAT. OFF is constantly raised and never answered: Is he the Devil, is he a spirit, does he even exist at all, or is he an extremely devious manager of situations, capable of getting people around him to achieve any result he wants? The only thing that is proven as fact, after watching this series, is that his skeleton is not made of organic bone but of pure gold. Allegory? Metaphor? Or just another meaningless device for a product that is meant to excite, momentarily, and then we move on, but the production company has thrived already by our meaningless excitement?
I have serious issues with where viewership demand for shows and consequent stories and script-writing are going. Beyond that, Christoph Waltz's performance holds it all together because he is the perfect actor to use in the product that this short series was.
Now, we can all resume regular programming waking-hours gaming application of thumbs-on-smartphone-screen.