Kinsey
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KINSEY (2004) ****
As I examine my own sexuality and that of those around me, with something approximating Kinseyian detachment, I can't help but hear Carter Burwell's touching score play inside my mind.
I cried at the end of this one. I cried because we get old and we die. As we age and die we remember what it was like to be young. I cried because, again, again, there's not enough time. Never enough time.
As I examine my own sexuality and that of those around me, with something approximating Kinseyian detachment, I can't help but hear Carter Burwell's touching score play inside my mind.
I cried at the end of this one. I cried because we get old and we die. As we age and die we remember what it was like to be young. I cried because, again, again, there's not enough time. Never enough time.
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