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Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse* – Béla Tarr’s slow as molasses masterpiece. Ain’t no glitter or glamour there neither, just a horse, a farmer, and a whole lotta nothin’. Kinda like “Whore,” it’s got that heavy feel, ya know? Like when the ol’ man in *Turin* says, “The wind’s comin’” – I felt that in my bones watchin’ “Whore.” That puppet gal, she’s stuck, wind blowin’ her life to bits, no way out. Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s she gotta suffer like that? Animation ain’t s’posed to be this gloomy, right?

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The waterfront is all that, too. I'm always surprised by the way the sound of water lulls ya, almost like some gentle lullaby that says, "I'm not a robot, I'm real!" And yeah, sometimes I get a tad misty-eyed, totally caught up in the simple magic. Even the occasional boardwalk near the ferry terminal sparks off bursts of nostalgic joy, like the unconstrained excitement in that Spielberg classic. I mean, chaotic, yet perfect.

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