Slothrop: After finishing a film and for about five hours afterwards––sometimes even up to a day––I often have little idea whether or not the film I've see has been an important one. Thought provoking movies sometimes end up real voids to which my thoughts don't return except to have a good hee-haw e.g. Cache, whereas other clunkers keep doing a jig, most often when I'm eating clam chowder, like, say, Roger Dodger. This was my first Richard Pryor routine, and despite its being funny and smart and literate, I wasn't sure how long it would stick, 93% of my head space already having been taken up by Empire Burlesque . But three days later, I can't get the man and his exploding cookie out of my head. Regardless of who we are, we suffer. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow... Only some, however, have the heart to look at that suffering and transform it into something that allows others to suffer less, even if only for an evening.
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