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| Clearly the wrong course of action. |
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| The correct option, according to the film. |
I kept wondering if Rachel was a figment of Peter's imagination. To Peter she isn't an other at all. Her otherness falls along the contours of his fantasies and insecurities. And his psychology is written following a lazy cliche of masculinity: he feels inadequate, and to get the girl he must become a man, he must prove his manliness (by jumping off a cliff after her, by heroically purloining a naked photo of her from the bathroom wall, by being productive and self-sufficient). She is completely circumscribed by and accessible via his poorly written conception of the other. She is the phallus and nothing more. What dull excrement.
