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There are filmmakers you respect, and then there’s Mike Judge; our unassuming, soft-spoken Nostradamus of middlebrow America. If Kubrick dissected humanity’s cosmic anxieties, Spielberg gave
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So of course, Hollywood did what Hollywood does best: upgraded the software, doubled the runtime, and deleted the subtlety. Enter M3GAN 2.0, the cinematic equivalent
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In the end, Sundays and Cybele remains a masterwork of emotional subtlety. It’s a tragic, beautiful tale of innocence, loneliness, and the ways broken people