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Repo Man (1984) This flick manages to capture the essence of the eighties and nineties in a fashion that only a historian could grasp, and sets this to film in a wonderfully quirky and disjointed fashion. The empty meaninglessness of consumption is expressed to a T, especially with the literal labels used on comestible packaging. The story meanders its way to its end, culminating in a fashion that would make Takashi Miike proud. The cast provided the perfect ingredients for such a project, with Emilio Estevez offering one of his best performances. Harry Dean Stanton of course adds his ingenious flair, and the rest spice up the players to full effect. The result is a cult classic that cannot be pigeon-holed comfortably into any genre. Merci beaucoup.
Genruk
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