Mike Kunda's adoration of Sylvester Stallone and all his movies, Rocky chief among them, broke my heart.
In the end, Kunda does indeed find a constructive outlet and orchestrate a healthy gambit to repurpose his adoration (and rightfully profit from it), and that made me feel good.
But still...so much idolatry, so much eclipsing, so much forfeiting of oneself and one's own identity.
He admits, after having held (and lost) approximately 40 jobs in 40 years, "I fail at everything, but at this...at this...at this I feel the sky is the limit." Good for you, kid. Everyone needs a purpose. Go get 'em, Rocko.