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Post by sturgeon on Sept 8, 2023 16:46:16 GMT
An up-and-coming artist is shanghaied by a slick benefactor into an ultra-luxe version of a forced-labour camp.
Strong opening, crackling dialogue; this capital fizzes like fine champagne. I enjoyed the counterpoint of the two characters' perspectives. I was hooked by the growing sense of creeping dread. This cap writhes and howls with Goodstuff.
But it ain't perfect. The good far outweighs the bad, but I agree with my eminent Floorite colleague that the ending seems rushed. Less critically, there was a missed opportunity to reflect on the extent to which extreme methods might ever be justified if they enable an artist to create genuinely great work.
Nevertheless, I would be remiss if I didn't heartily recommend this piece. It's a joy to read.
Yes from me.
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Post by bulldust on Sept 8, 2023 19:17:58 GMT
Moo. Moo, moo moo moo, bitches!
The Bull is not going into it. Too tired. He'll just leave it at too many dogs and not enough sleep.
But the Bulldog does agree with the Fish regarding the cap. The Bullmeister found himself sucked in. And while this cap isn't perfect, it was interesting enough to glue the Bulldude to the screen.
So, yes. Send it up. It's a fun one.
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