one of my favorite films is 'last tango in paris.' the color is breathtaking. the ending kinda leaves you feeling like all that beautiful rainbowy swirl got sucked down a drain along with brando's stunning acting as the sympathy stirring, grief stricken 'paul.' however, should paris itself ever be left high and dry and void of hue, we would still have the exquisiteness inherent in every limb, be it statue or tree.
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profoundly put!
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