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It's a crime that this thread has gone on so long without a mention of ZARDOZ. An aging Sean Connery runs about a post-apocalyptic world clad in a red Speedo. I swear it's like the directors blew the entire budget on coke and attempted to film without a screenplay, cinematography, or even a plot.
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And no matter what I say I cannot resist or betray it. No one could do so because there is no one here. There is only this body, this shadow, this darkness.
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