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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!

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First stop, the local shrine. I thought I’d just pay my respects, you know? But then, outta nowhere, this old dude starts telling me about the “spirit of Obita.” I’m like, “Dude, I just wanted to chill.” But he goes on and on about how the spirits are restless. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m gonna have nightmares.”

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