A couple sits on their couch.
A show ends.
“So, what did you think?
“It was fine, I guess. It wasn’t really for me.”
“Really? You didn’t like it?”
“Not really.”
“Wow. You didn’t like anything about it?”
“Well, the desert looks nice. I think It makes New Mexico look beautiful. They’re in New Mexico?”
“Wow. I’m shocked. What didn’t you like?”
“I’m afraid that I might hurt your feelings.”
“I’m a big boy.”
“Well, I feel like we’re supposed to side with the villain.”
“Well, kind of. it’s really more of an anti-hero show, ya know?”
“Yeah, but the anti-hero isn’t really likable or good at his job. I mean, he’s supposed to be like a genius but he’s never as smart as he thinks he is; his schemes never play out the way he expects. I mean, I know what his motivation is, but his own methods are really the source of all his problems. He’s his own worst enemy.”
“Wow.”
“And you told me that this other guy was the protagonist, but he’s, like, a super passive protagonist. I don’t know what he wants. He doesn’t seem to be doing much. He says even less. Plus, he’s barely in the episode I watched. He doesn’t really have any agency. He’s a cypher. I mean, what is his character? Running around and doing his own thing? That’s not a character.”
“So, you don’t want to watch any more Road Runner cartoons with me?”
“Well, I didn’t say that.”