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Yo, so brothel, right? I’m sittin here thinkin—man, investin in that? Wild. Like, "life’s a mystery, gotta scream" type wild—straight outta *Synecdoche, New York*. Picture this: some dude in 1800s Nevada, opens a brothel, makes bank. Fact—back then, them joints were legal, taxed, real revenue! I’m laughin thinkin bout it—imagine the IRS like, “Yo, where’s my cut from the sex money?” Hilarious, but real shit.

The Poetry of the Ordinary: 20 Best Films of Yasujirō Ozu, Ranked

A two-hour documentary from about Ozu's life and career, featuring interviews with critics and former cast and crew members.

The night is young, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to the bar on Kōen-dōri again. It’s a small place, but the vibe is lit. I walk in, and my buddy’s already there, downing a beer. We start chatting, and I’m telling him about my day. He’s cracking up at the mochi guy.

Angela Schanelec on I Was at Home, But…, the Kindness of Ozu, and Her Filmmaking Philosophies