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I cut meat and I sing my song
O mysterious benefactor off the internet who sent me a copy of Kevin Macdonald's Emeric Pressburger: The Life and Death of a Screenwriter (1994), thank you! It arrived this afternoon and I am so far enjoying it immensely. There are several film-related books I have been reading recently and want to talk about, although not tonight because I saw half of John Woo's Face/Off (1997) earlier this evening and my head is still filled with Nicholas Cage and slo-mo and cascading sparks and exploding airplanes and people falling sideways while firing two guns at once and John Travolta being significantly more entertaining than most roles I've seen him in, possibly on account of playing Nicholas Cage. I may even want to see the rest of the movie sometime after my ears have stopped ringing. I am reliably informed there are doves.
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I waited just long enough to hear the "face . . . off" line and then bailed on account of really needing to go home and work, so, yes.