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I have a problem with fiction,
especially movies.
Each one I read, or especially watch
I wonder about the protagonist:
why the heck did they do that?
It's the conflict. So often,
everything could have been resolved
so simply, in so many ways
by the first chapter, halfway through the first reel.
But then, who would read, who would watch?
We do not follow the mundane
for the mundane is what we do every day.
Give us anger, a fist, a smoking .38
and we'll follow.
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