On my second date with my wife, we went to comedy club.  The headlining comedian had a joke about the difference between living with a roommate and living with a romantic partner that went something like this: “Why is it that if you forget to do the dishes like your roommate asked, he calls you an asshole and that’s the end of it, but when it’s your girlfriend, it’s not really about the dishes?”  (For the record, this isn’t really my type of humor; my taste is a littler edgier, like Louis CK or Nathan Fielder.)  But after nine years of marriage, I’ve come to realize there’s a certain truth to that joke.  Now imagine that corny joke as a bizarre dystopian future, and you have some inkling of what The Lobster is about.

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