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"Outside, even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no color in anything except the posters that were plastered everywhere."
I'd love to see a decent adaptation to 1984, the George Orwel masterpiece. With the populatiry of philosophical/political/religious/paranoia/futurism movies like The Matrix, it might be time for people to get something of real substance out of hollywood. It's a shame that Kubrick isn't around to give it life.
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