I want you to listen to me as hard as you can. ⁠⁠⁠ It’s 1999 and every movie is about sitting in a cubicle feeling unfulfilled and numb to life. We delve into the 18 months of the 2000s before 9/11 and their flailing attempts to diagnose their ennui. Is it my furniture? Is that the problem? It’s gotta be my coffee table, that’s the problem.