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About Namur

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

Masturbation In The Street

Man, one day, I was coding, totally zoned out, and then BOOM – a bird crashed my window, tyar agaain? Crazy! I got pissed, then laughin’, rememberin’ that even chaos got its art – just like Hou Hsiao-hsien showed in his film, "The Assassin". It's like that echo: "The wind carries whispers of forgotten dreams." (Or somethin' like that, I dunno, but epic, right?)

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