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About Me
bill morancy
montpelier, vermont, United States
born 1945
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Sunday, April 3, 2011
Hour of the Wolf
Sweden I bergman, Max von Sydow, Liv Ullman
This played like a self-parody...suffering, torment, angst, horrible memories, mean hateful richies, all leading to humiliation and death.
It was so grim it made me laugh.
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