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Christine Hamm

( New York, New York )


a few important films that are important only to me

The one told backwards in a strip club.  Also, parrot eggs.
The one where the elevator opens and there’s a lot of blood.
The one where the skeleton sings and falls down a hole in
          a tree.
The one where he almost finds out he’s an android. Also,
The one where the girl gets an abortion. She holds a grenade
          in her apron.
The one where there’s many copies of her in large tubes
          of fluid. Also, toxic spit.
The one told entirely in his head while he’s being tortured.
          Also, lots of paperwork.
The one where he finds the ear and the blonde girl cries a lot.
The one about the red hood and the wolf-changing and
          the bobbing severed head in the bucket of milk.
The one in black and white where we think there’s a soundtrack
          until we see a string quartet playing just off camera.
          It never quite finishes.

if you would like to know about the movie

    I did
    come in late
    	but it seemed like I missed the ending
instead of the beginning

    there was no clear hero
there was a man fixing his car
    he was by the side of the road
    in a desert-like place (New Mexico)

    		 I went to get popcorn
    he ended up by the beach on a bicycle
    the love interest was a either a dog
    or a girl      they both had the same
    color hair and wore a dark necklace

    sometimes she would walk across
    the screen         the man wouldn’t
    look up but she might have
    been the angry girl sitting in the front row

    I’m pretty sure the dog was a lab
    we saw many shots of him sleeping
    	in the back seat of the car
    it was so hot his tongue hung out

    once he appeared to be barking at the waves
no sound came out of his mouth

    the man fixing his car wore heavy gloves
    and had a smudge of grease along
    one cheek

sometimes he would look up
    at the sun and wipe his wet bangs
    from his forehead with the back of his wrist

    		when this happened 
			a guitar would play

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