Last night, Bad Ass Digest introduced me to Romina Puga's very uncomfortable-to-watch interview with Jesse Eisenberg. I've watched this video six times since then.
On first viewing, this looks like a flirting catastrophe, an attempt at banter that just falls flat on both sides. But then it looks like Puga is being a dick to Eisenberg by coaxing him into being her little dancing monkey. These junkets are uncomfortable enough that adding cute little tricks only make them more interminable. But Eisenberg doesn't come away clean, either; his "you're on my time" sounds petulant. Then you watch it all over again and the whole dissonant notes come together into a symphony of discomfort. But who's more in the wrong here?