A BIT AT A TIME

She said, ‘I don’t know how you can like something like that.’
‘Like what?’
‘Like that film.’
‘What film?’
‘The film we’ve just been talking about.’
‘Oh, that film.’
‘Yes.’
‘Why not?
‘It’s so disturbing.’
‘It’s meant to disturbing, it’s a black comedy.’
‘Well it’s disturbing.’
‘You said.’
‘Listen, he’s in bed with two women and one of them sees blood, screams and runs off because the other one’s already dead. He chases after her with a chainsaw then throws it at her from the top of the stairs as she’s trying to escape...you know what I’m talking about?’
‘Rings a bell.’
‘Then you see him in a room with lots of body parts hanging from the ceiling.’
‘And?’
‘Well, what’s the point of that?’
‘It’s a metaphor?’
‘For what?’
‘Well, his inability to relate to a whole person, probly because he’s scared of being destroyed or overwhelmed, so he reduces them to a collection of parts and relates to a bit of them at a time, that’s all he can manage.’
‘Sounds like you.’
‘Yes, well, at least I haven’t got a chainsaw.’