What about the psyche of the hero as he’s lifting up that car?
The hero as the outsider, rather than the star.
What will be the trope in years to come?
I hope we get to see Tinky Winky’s drug addiction.
How he couldn’t cope with fame,
And had no one else to blame but himself
and now he sits there eating tubby custard with his hands
and lighting up a spoon.
Po comes in hammered and calls him a useless purple shit and they scream at each other from fuzzy narrow mouths,
Before crying on the kitchen tiles, all sad and poor and round.