First in a set of three "scenes" from the 1967 fillm "The Graduate" that never quite came off the way I liked.
The emptiness, not the affair, is what fascinated me about Benjamin. That strangely haunting feeling of having a "bright" future but no where to go and nothing to fill it with. How are we to decide what do with ourselves when the world is exactly what we're told not to be?
Mr. McGuire: I want to say one word to you. Just one word.
Benjamin: Yes, sir.
Mr. McGuire: Are you listening?
Benjamin: Yes, I am.
Mr. McGuire: Plastics.
Benjamin: Just how do you mean that, sir?