Loss, death, The Great Void, emptiness: it all hangs over “Not Found.”
What even matters anymore?
The Dark Army is winning.
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Our heroes are losing.
And everyone is running out of time.
What’s the point of even trying anymore?
A stroke of luck though: the logs weren’t sent back to the Dark Army yet.
Nothing is turning out like it should.
Darlene successfully gets into Olivia’s Cyprus National account, but it’s not enough.
Things are getting out of hand, and everyone is spinning out of control.
Lashing out then reining back in is a common practice in “Not Found.”
Everyone’s at the end of their rope, and they feel like swinging.
They stop at a gas station in the middle of nowhere to buy fuel and a lighter.
They’re eager to leave, but when they head back outside the van is gone.
The driver wasn’t dead, and he’s left with all the evidence he needs.
Things get strange and existential; very"Pine Barrens"meetsMulholland Drive.
The feeling of loss and the feeling of being lost; it’s all overwhelming.
Darlene offers to drive a very drunk Santa home if she can just borrow his car after.
He agrees, and the ride is peppered with bleak emotional revelations.
Thoughts of suicide, death, the meaninglessness of existence.
Or at least that’s what Darlene thinks.
She’s projecting her own fears about Elliot, whom she hasn’t heard from in a few hours.
It’s all a matter of perspective.
The same goes for Tyrell and Elliot.
Tyrell begins to unravel when they walk for hours only to end up right back where they started.
“I actually care,” he says.
“That’s why I’m a failure.”
Everything he worked for, everything he cared about, has vanished from his life.
It’s all been taken from him.
That’s what Darlene’s worried about too.
But Elliot doesn’t care.
He seems above it all.
That’s another projection though.
He hates being an outsider, hates being near death at every moment.
It always comes back to that human connection.
There’s nothing else to latch on to.
That’s why Dom is dreaming of steamy hookups that turn deadly.
How can you make a personal connection when you’re meant to distrust every person you come across?
Dom dies in her dream, and awakes to splash some water on her face.
Is the constant dread worth it, just to chase a glimmer of hope that life might get better?
It’s hard to say.
As Tobias the Santa says, “goodbye is short and final.”
He’s quoting Steinbeck.
Tyrell is ready to bite that string, to say goodbye.
They stumble upon a dead deer, and around the bend is the van, crashed into a snowbank.
The driver gets off a few shots before turning the gun on himself.
The Dark Army has always accepted death; everyone else is just catching up.
He tells Elliot to erase the logs and burn the van.
He walks into the night, stumbles through the woods, and wanders towards the ringing death knell.
He gazes into the purple light like Vincent Vega seeing God in a briefcase.
Then the dark vanishes, taken over by a blinding white light.
