"Firstly, I revealed in salutary confession the secret filth of my misdeed, which had long been festering in stagnant silence; and I made it my custom to confess often, and thus to display the wounds of my blinded soul..." (Petrarch, 1352, in a letter to his brother). I wish to avoid any "classical" misunderstandings of the above quote by stating clearly here that any sacrifice of love is, yes, "filth" or at the very least "misdeed." An academic reading of Petrarch tends to bias thought that there are kinds of love which might be wrong: I do not believe this. (SB)
Chinese Ping-Pong
1972
5.7/10
The Bomb
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7/10
Let Us Persevere in What We Have Resolved Before We Forget
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7.3/10
Dreams of Ice
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8/10
The Legacy of Chucky
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6.9/10
The Five Obstructions
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6.896/10
PLEH
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0/10
How I See Sunsets
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0/10
Men Boxing
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4.12/10
Sold
2019
0/10
The Short Films of David Lynch
2002
7.1/10
Blow Job
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4.231/10
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8.1/10
60 Seconds of Solitude in Year Zero
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3.8/10
Chinese Viola
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6/10
It Was Always You, Helen
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0/10
Man with a Movie Camera
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7.839/10
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1/10
365 Day Project
2007
10/10
Window Water Baby Moving
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6.9/10
