It's all too much like a movie

It's all too much like a movie
'Here sits our protagonist, lost in thought, once again... losing in life'
Pacing,
Walking it off,
Drinking too much,
Taking that swig down way too fast
Thinking of the past,
Swiping their hand down their sweaty neck, in a methodical way.
Suddenly clearing their throats in an empty hall way, the sound reverberating off the walls,
A foreshasowing of a possible action scene?
But noting happens.
And we can only imagine the thoughts going through their heads
It's all too much like a movie.
The viewers contemplation over dialog free, monotonous daily living.
The protagonist crunching their feet over gravel,
Leaning thier fist on their forehead, eyes closed
It's all too much like a movie
When all of this, for me, doesn't lead anywhere at all