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And out of that contradiction, against unfathomable odds, it's you - only you - that emerged. To distill so specific a form, from all that chaos. It's like turning air into gold. It's Watchmen, and This Film is Lit.
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“We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.” “How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice. “You must be,” said the Cat, “or you...
The picture you MUST see from the beginning... Or not at all!... For no one will be seated after the start of... Alfred Hitchcock's...
What does a scanner see? he asked himself. I mean, really see? Into the head? Down into the heart? It’s *A Scanner Darkly*, and...