This frankenstein monster ends my threepeat - my most recent episodic trilogy - the George Lucas way, with more regret than one knows what to do with.
To which I say:
As if anywhere at all I have limited regrets in life? Come on.
Let's get going here.
We're only living with regrets because collectively we've decided we're okay with it. Well I say to that:
Or at least I say that applies after this one. Because if mediocrity ever wanted a 21st century definition update? I believe this recording might sit as exhibit A.
Now, is that enough to convince you to go watch Anatomy of a Fall?
I really do.
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