For example, the assistant manager at Brighton, a twenty-five year old virgin named Dimitri who still lives with his mother, has on his shelf two Adam Sandler movies, two Chris Farley movies, and Emmanuelle, both the first one and the second one.

What does this say? Pretty much that he identifies with male heroes who are basically man-children, aging physically but who have had their mental development arrested somewhere around ten or eleven, yet somehow through their wacky hi-jinks they manage to save the day and get the girl.

On the other hand, you have Emmanuelle, not really a character so much as an abstract of the categorical zenith of a woman: beautiful, highly sexual, intelligent, independent, confident, and completely unattainable for any appreciable length of time. Dimitri's subconscious rationale is that he can remain a child and still have this perfect specimen, one day.

But the paradox of his existence is the fact that the only way that can possibly happen would be to get the fuck out of his mother's apartment. Of course, this sounds like a fairly half-assed semi-Freudian assessment of a character, and I'd think it was bullshit as well, if it weren't true.