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i'm not there

Last night we watched I'm not there.

I'm not there. I'm not a story. I'm not constructing some 'plot' for your convenience. I'm not a regular movie. I'm not average. I'm not a normal cinematic experience (I'm not so pedestrian as that). I'm not linear. I'm not worried about the audience. I'm not worried about making sense. I'm not taking you along. I'm not waiting. I'm not beyond the kind of thing that an art student would conceive of. I'm not anything more, really, than a collection of scenes. I'm not above trafficking in certain pop-culture mythologies. I'm not *The American Experience* but I'll play you the soundtrack. I'm not afraid of naming names. I'm not afraid of such games. I'm not constricting this to any expected length. I'm not going to end this anytime soon. I'm not what you signed on for (am I?). I'm not a movie, really. I'm not here.

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  1. You forgot: "I'm not any good."

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  2. hilarious review and more importantly, now i'm not on my queue any more, thanks for the warning.

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  3. I am the truth without someone to hear it.

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  4. hahha! great! i thought there was something wrong with me when i watched it. i nearly felt as if i wasn't there at all.. :)

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  5. There were bits of this that I liked but that is a pretty accurate review

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