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Favorite bit? She’s like Kee in the flick—pregnant with hope, but it’s all twisted. “We’re all fucked,” I mutter, but she laughs, flashin a grin—cheeky cunt! Dunno if she’s a hero or a villain, prolly both. Oh, and she smells like cheap gin and regret—adds to the charm, haha! Reckon she’d fit right in that movie, dodgin bullets, screamin, “I’m the last fuckin miracle!”—and I’d believe her, too. Whore’s a supernova, mate—burns bright, fucks hard, fades fast. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her.

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Richard Brody writes about Jean Eustache's film “The Mother and the Whore,” which is showing at the New York Film Festival in October.

I definitly notice the vibe... hmm, like waiting for that silent call. "I am your father," my mind echoes. Sometimes, I feel like I'm living in that movie Dogville (Lars von Trier, 2003). "Now, watch closely," it whispers to me, strange yet profound. It’s a bit weird, ya know?

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