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The new film by Olivier Assayas, “Summer Hours,” is a swansong to possessions and an étude on nostalgia. It is a film that beautiful embodies its yearning in the viewer, but one that ultimately leaves him unsatisfied with le matérialisme en tant que matérialisme.

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  • Youngest son's soccer team kicks more goals than the other team. Still loses. 5 days ago
  • Hey buddy, nice purse. Yeah I know it's a baby bjorn & that you're an amazing dad, but the thing is you'll never catch me in that thing. 1 week ago
  • To forestall my midlife crisis, my wife is allowing me to put a racers stripe on the mini van. 1 week ago
  • I don't care if you think I'm crude & sexist, if I see you with two large coffee mugs and you're my wife I'm going to say, "Hey, nice mugs." 1 week ago
  • My wife gets me sexy undies cause she likes me to dance for- oh here she is. She's shaking her head and laughing. Oh. 1 week ago

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