The Passenger

The Stranger… Is The cure to male loneliness assuming the identity of a deceased North African arms dealer? Reflection and Taboo, witness and perpetrator. Driven by a desire for consequence, to take on the mantle of scapegoat. Through imitation the passive observer becomes an active participant. This is what films are all about, they inspire us not merely to voyeuristically consume, but to participate through imitation. Just as Locke is a passenger in the identity of Richardson, so too is the audience a passenger in the story of every character they have ever observed. Indeed, every man is a passenger in the very story he tells about himself. Pacing is a little weird. I’m making sense, yes?