Amanda's angst really doesn't move me. She had 72 years. No health problems. No debilitating illnesses. Complete use of her faculties. The rest of us poor slobs have to go through life aging and suffering and get no guarantee that we're ever going to find love sooooo--why the hell should I care about Amanda?
This part makes sense to me. It's not just that she's not ready to die. But she's been looking for Quentin all this time and is on the verge of getting him when this happens.
Holy mother of God. Where did they get the bellboy's uniform? Radio City Music Hall?
The Leviathans keep having problems with their leader there. Instead of dealing with him, they keep aging him and he gets more and more uncontrollable--you would think that this would occur to someone . . .
And while we're at it. Megan has been giving off all kinds of signals all along that she's unbalanced. In Julia's presence, which you would think that Julia, being a psychiatrist would have picked up on a long time ago, but instead she keeps provoking Megan.
Hello? Paul's in shock. I'm no doctor, but I do believe there are certain things that you're supposed to do for the person in shock, like right away, no? Blankets and things, right? Does the all-purpose medical professional do any of this? No, they prop the guy on a couch and have a long discussion before they even fling an afghan at him.
The hotel lobby/stopping off place is just weird. There's this restaurant in Buffalo. It's called Salvatore's Italian Gardens and it's unbelievably bizarre. Statues and bronzes and all this overdone art and velvet and crap everywhere you turn--much of it genuine, you understand, but the type of thing where one piece would make a huge impact, but fifty pieces just looks tacky. I'm watching these scenes with the hotel lobby and all I can think is, it's Salavatore's, but marginally more tasteful. Not working for me.