
I went, with a very good friend, to see MAURICE, the film adaptation of the E.M. Forester novel......I wept that this film even existed in the larger context of testosterone-driven "Men's Films"........When my friend awakened at the end of the movie, I asked "How could you have
slept through such a beautiful and sensitive film?".....He replied, "It was boring." When I went, with this same friend, to see RAMBO......he asked, "
That was great, wasn't it?"..... I had already left to take a piss.......
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