The movie follows the everyday life of Peter Gibbons, a typical office drone. There's the grueling morning traffic (filmed on Dallas' own Interstate 635), the hike from the parking lot to the office and the inane office banter that millions of Americans must endure every day. But that's where the genius of this movie lies: In the first 20 minutes of the movie, nothing out of the ordinary happens, yet it's all incredibly funny. Convinced that every day is the worst day of his life, Peter visits a hypnotherapist and, after a terrible mishap, decides to do what he's always wanted to do, which is nothing. For once, Peter is on the right career track.
Anyone engrossed in the 9-to-5 existence of an office job can laugh and relate to Office Space, but they should see the movie with someone who wants to break into the exciting field of selling one's soul for the man. The movie takes on a whole new meaning when it hits close to home. Of course, one shouldn't say this too loudly. We wouldn't want to receive a "nastygram" from our co-workers accusing us of having "a case of the Mondays."