Spoilers for Netflix Paddleton lie before me.
I ship Ray Romano and Mark Duplass. Just as I ship them, things get complicated.
The Commercialization of Netflix's New Tragic-Comedy Paddleton paints the picture of an uninspired mate-comedy. Take a look at the trailer and you'll see his story: Two friends, one with terminal cancer, set out on a journey. Your advertised journey promises Hijinks and tearful farewells, all of which will be unforgettable. It seems like an obvious passport.
What lies beneath the terrible rise and equally terrible title is one of the most heartbreaking and differentiated relationships on the screen I have ever seen ̵
The chemistry between the main characters Andy (Romano) and Michael (Duplass) is undeniable. When we meet the couple for the first time, they describe themselves as "er, neighbors" by painfully stuttering at Michael's diagnosing doctor. It is clear that there is more between them, but it is a reality that does not seem to be quite pleasant.
As we learn more about Andy and Michael's life together, we become familiar with their daily rituals of heated pizza, kung fu movies, dry sharing, and playing "Paddleton," a racquetball-like sport. The level of her intimacy is best captured in one of her early Road Trip conversations:
"I had oatmeal, so I need a bath in two hours," notes Andy.
"But you also had a second coffee, so maybe 90 minutes?" asks Michael.
According to all, these two look, feel and act like a romantic couple. Except they are not.
Andy and Michael fall easily in love. Through kind-hearted skirmishes and subtle, adoring smiles, the two share an intimate compassion that is softly intoxicating and seldom spoken. After all, these two see, feel and act like a romantic couple, and it's easy to respond to them in their own way.
Except that they are not together, at least not in "this way".
As long as I spent the last half of the film kissing Andy and Michael, very little Paddleton suggests that there is a romantic relationship between them, and even less suggests this is a sexual one. Other characters unfamiliar with the inner workings of the pair tie make similar mistakes. Questions like "Would you like two queen beds or a king size bed?" Harvest more than once.
While it would be insensitive to impose ambiguities on two characters who do not explicitly convey that kind of connection (or if a Creator did it for them), it also feels unthinkingly like their meaningful connection under the umbrella of "friendship Instead, their bond feels most like the label "my person" by Gray's Anatomy which is well-known to many who have felt a platonic bond so strong that no commonly used word or phrase it adequately captured.
The next Michael and Andy come to mark their feelings for each other, appearing during a screaming game in which Michael shouts, "I'm the dying guy!"
Without saying words, Andy replies, "I'm the other guy!"
The suppressed exchange of emotions does not seem to be a sign of repressed homosexual pull (though a case could probably be made to just that ), but rather a look behind the curtain in the timid tenderness of this very special still difficult to describe relationship.
Later in the movie, Andy wishes he wished he had quit his job to spend more time with Michael, a thought that underscores the confusing nature of their connection. It's hard to imagine giving your boss a relationship that is not confirmed by the universal amenity of romantic love, but equally frustrating when two deeply connected characters keep each other at arm's length.
The end of the film brings with it the inevitable tragedy that comes with every story built on the promise of loss. Michael dies as Andy holds his hand and dampens his own pain to reassure Michael. As a spectator, I have dealt with the desire, not only that the two could have shared more time, but also a word or word for their eventful history can be obtained.
I can not say that a fitting term for this relationship comes easy to remember, but I have never seen a better example on screen. For the moment, and although it's really a terrible title, we just have to call it (and her) "paddleton". After all, we have to call her something.
Paddleton is now running on Netflix.