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slipjig3So hypothetically speaking, if one were to foment vague plans for a five-title living-room-based mini film festival, and one had already chosen Pump Up the Volume [1990], Singles [1992], Reality Bites [1994], and Empire Records [1995] for four of those five slots, with what film should one fill the final slot with?
[Footnote: My original chosen title came not from a Reality Bites quote, like the one above, but one from Singles: "Somewhere around 25, bizarre becomes immature." As a 44-year-old unrepentant dork who favors the company of the giddy and perverse harlequin-colored freaks of God-fearing society (read: all y'all), I say unto thee, Cameron Crowe, with deepest respect for your directorial talents: *pthpthbthbth*]
[Footnote: My original chosen title came not from a Reality Bites quote, like the one above, but one from Singles: "Somewhere around 25, bizarre becomes immature." As a 44-year-old unrepentant dork who favors the company of the giddy and perverse harlequin-colored freaks of God-fearing society (read: all y'all), I say unto thee, Cameron Crowe, with deepest respect for your directorial talents: *pthpthbthbth*]
