Such a revelation seeing the three official owners “trapped” in their wine-store as SJ calls it, as a respons to the diaster of her place falling down around her. No, I’m not talking about the jars of preserved stuff from the veggie garden, even though that’s interesting too because I recognize the labels and they were done by Frank, who left in 2017 so they are old as f**k by now and not eaten nor replenished with new stuff, proving she only keeping a garden for show. No, the real revelation came from the certainly not very elusive N, who even during a crisis like this does not want to be filmed, but has no problem if his young stepson represents him on camera, a remark found noticeable by SJ too as she was probably instructed differently before, hence her reaction: “Antoine can be seen!” And she shows him later on, in the kitchen.
Nicholas Larkin is by far SJ’s most hypocritical, snobbish, stiff-necked monkey she has flying around her shit, thought-out enabling her manic behavior without ever getting his hands dirty by showing himself. To push your wife and her kid to perform like puppets on a string, pretending to be their puppet master but only because you are still adoring your old old friend SJ….wow, that’s indeed a new low, even at her shittoo…