So, here comes the long-waited train to our station. We've been waiting for him for more then a century, hoping for free decision of old, as cinematography itself, theme. During that time the world's been changing, TV grown up, virtual art started to cry in its curable, and the train were coming and coming. While raining, we were dancing rumba and felt a terrible jealousy to old Lumiers. They, pioneers, could easy found themes and decisions. And we? What's the fate of our missed generation? Everything has been already shouted. Everything. Even that, for what normal man wouldn't give a piece of…
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