About three hours ago, I walked past the cinema, and I thought to myself that it would be nice to go see The Boat That Rocked (a wonderful film for which, one of these days, I must write a review) again. Then I realised what a bad case of hypocrisy it would be to first loudly curse the film industry fascist copyright lobbyists, and then walk straight up to the cinema counter like a docile pop culture vegetable and hand over my money to Universal Pictures.
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