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Life imitates art I heard the news today, o boy. In Wichita, Kansas, land of Fred Phelps and boneheaded school boards, several customers in a convenience store walked over a woman who was stabbed and continued to looks for the chips and beer. One even took a picture of the dying woman with her cell phone camera. One of the short stories in Altman's Short Cuts basically depicts the same incident. Fishermen can't be bothered to stop fishing to get a dead woman out of the water. One even shoots what looks like a whole roll of film of her naked body floating in the streams/lake/river, who knows? And, apparently only one cares - Fred Ward's wife, Anne Archer. That is the theme that I felt throughout the film where Los Angeles residents were misunderstanding, resenting, deceiving, disappointing -- and even killing -- one another. They had loser lives, doing loser jobs, and they just seemed to float along in a fog of alcohol, uncaring about each other, drunk with their own concerns and problems. It was pathetic, and depressing, and a masterpiece of American angst. One to watch over and over. Skintastic Moment: A fleeting bit of full-frontal fun as Frances McDormand passes through a doorway. Double Skintastic Moment: Fire on the hole! Bottomless Julianne Moore proves what a natural redhead she is for two glorious minutes. email this review to a friend
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