Immune to the poetics of the urban siren

I imagine that cinephilia desperately seeks castaway tables, their desire for successful discoveries in the masked, quite alone and conditioned movie theaters.

In the absence of the noisy, spectacular products, with commercial or exquisite pull that the

have kept with seven keys until the plague is released and the millimeter calculations of their great business are fulfilled, the spectators must turn to the films that heroically show the small distributors, independent cinema, with claims of authorship or avant-garde, documentaries, those things.

Hopefully...

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