When I was 18 years old I had a job driving a car around a two mile race track for 4 hours at a time at a slow constant speed.
The monotony was brutal.
It was the most boring experience I’ve had until this movie.
The exception to boring was the pie eating scene. This was an embarrassing attempt to convey the hollow pain one experiences after sudden loss.
It came off as meaningful and annoying as a cow taking ten minutes to eat a head of lettuce.