...Because authenticity is so bourgeois.
Bwa ha ha! I remember going to see this at the theatre with you. Since I'd read the novel, I had a vague idea of what was going on. Without that template, you were lost as at a surrealist film. At one moment the, um, dome(?) collapsed and you shouted "Where are those blocks of ice coming from?" The best part? This was only the first third of the novel.
Ah, good times, good times.
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