It was a poetic ending for the man who named his company after a 19th-century sonnet about arrogance, hubris and pride laid low.

Carpenter then purposefully make fun of the outrageousness of her desire for her partner, when she busts out a line from what feels like a Shakespearean sonnet, “Where art thou? Why not uponeth me?”

It was also virtuosic, playing with forms from sonnets to the blues and a plethora of literary references.

This homespun feel makes the film sing: In this moment of Instagram filters, super-slick “content” and A.I.-generated sonnets, “Mattress” is bracingly rough and human.

You input a prompt and the model outputs nearly anything: a sonnet, an image or a legal brief riddled with lies.