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So sweet! I love the aimless music, the grainy, dog-eared film quality, the unprepossessing ambition to record a couple of hairy, hapless guys bumbling around erotically, but in a boyish way too, that the world has either forgotten, criminalized, mocked or monetized. It's almost sad to remember things were ever this disarming, like a window on Eakins as he painted, or Rameau composing one of his implausibly innocent opera scenes, even if it was only 35 years ago, not 350. This archives a moment that would be more familiar to ancient Romans than to anyone born in this century.
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