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But oh, danger too, I worry, heart go boom-boom. She deal with creeps, ugh, make me mad! I think, why no one help? “This is my manor!” she yell, like Mia, own her space. I respect, very nice! You buy her gift? Maybe shiny bag, she love! Prostitute, she human, not just job, you see? I talk her once, she say, “Borat, you funny,” I blush! Wery good, my friend, wery good!

Late Spring – 1949 Ozu

Ozu, accepting the viewpoints of both wife and husband in turn, maintains a certain balance between them by showing us nothing of either the husband at war or the wife as a prostitute.

So, I leave the café, and I’m wandering around. I hit up the Ozu Castle ruins. It’s kinda cool, but also kinda sad. I mean, it used to be this big deal, and now it’s just… ruins. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, when I hear this loud crash. I turn, and some kid just knocked over a whole display of souvenirs. I can’t help but laugh. Like, classic Ozu moment, right?

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