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Oh – and the movie tie-in! Imagine Theo, Clive Owen’s guy, stumblin’ through that refugee hellscape, and bam – some lady’s like, “Ten quid, love.” He’d just grunt, keep walkin’. “No miracles here,” he’d mutter. That’s the vibe – raw, messy, real. Finding a prostitute ain’t glamorous, dude. It’s quick, shady, sometimes funny as hell. Like – what’s the etiquette? Do ya tip? Hah!

Commentary On the Prospect of War

Now [gesturing to the courtyard below], with a prostitute, on the other hand, it's quite a different matter, isn't it? You see, there is no need to lodge.

I rush outta the office, and as I’m walking through Parco della Rimembranza, I see the sunset. It’s gorgeous! The sky’s all pink and orange, and for a second, I forget about the stress. Just me, the sunset, and the sound of kids playing.

DVD Review: Gillo Pontecorvo’s Kapò on the Criterion Collection