You know, last month I found an old radio behind the altar where the church ladies store the flowerpots. Fixing it, I got this scratchy broadcast of an English film—all blasts and no heart. It reminded me, these big directors are like our highway supermarket: shiny, but will anyone remember the dialogue thirty years later, like they remember the old melodies from this radio? Bore zaun gela.
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