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Six hundred and one.

Excessive.

From the Sting up, a few interesting movies, mainly about con crews, scaling uo the business, corporate level.

We can "Name" one or two of these, but we won't.

Doubt subsists.

Is it a memory problem or disdain?

Maybe we see movies in an holistic perspective.

As we don't care about names except Deutsch or Latin... We may see faces, or death people.

Death are closer than the living, deserving appreciation, their book is written, although not entirely disclosed.

Living are intermediate points of uncertainty although we have Big Data, Statistical analysis, artificial intelligence or at least deep learning with a machine touch, tout court.

Sui Generis is hard to find, art and life, those common places that since Kant, Historical Hegelian Dialectics or Max Weber Positivismus sucked life from that quantum of chaos that, glaube ich, is returning, alleluia.

David Chalmers brought up Qualia.

Well Qualia of a con artist movie enter a realm of deja vu or presque vu.

So, i am writing this pretentious words out of boredom.

Although poor, a failure in life, one decided to write a 600 about 104 arcs a little less beats, in this particular, more, since heart is trying to end my existence or give me an hello, I'll be leaving, hit the road you moron.

Oh, this is about a movie.

New York must be a trip of deviation, high and low, even the New York urban falcon or bicycle deliver insane routes are hard to find, and, consequently, interesting.

Good film locations, some takes.

A master actress, may she endure forever, she does not need my appreciation, but there it goes: thank you so much for your Art, madam.

Good work, lets see it and leave a shadow of a doubt.

I guess it deserves at least a solid seven.

Congratulations, don't misinterpret my feelings, I love cinema.

Keep it up.

Thank you.

Best wishes 🙏.