The colour is oft oddly off and still succinctly soft to the eager touch of nervously over emotional people. These… heavily insistent plagiarists who STILL cannot but spend seventeen-years finding the right time to right.. their one millionth wrong. They’ll write it down until bound inside of heaps of scribbled, dust/ridden notepads filled with nonsensical-to-them cRyPtIc hieroglyphics. Another exceptional film for some diRe director to unearth when said person became about-to-be: famously posthumous
Again.
