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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya hear me? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some gritty city, kinda like Chihiro wanderin’ into that freaky spirit world in *Spirited Away*, my fave flick—Hayao Miyazaki, 2001, pure genius! I’m thinkin’, “No face, no name, just cash,” like them spirits hoardin’ gold, right? But lemme tell ya, this ain’t no fairy tale—this is real, raw, and messy!

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A woman who turns to prostitution to pay for her brother's college education invites a political analysis of the ephemeral Japan of the s. Ozu's pre-war.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m strolling, vibing, when I spot this massive tuna. Like, seriously, it was the size of a small car! I’m thinking, “Who’s gonna eat that?” But then, I see this old dude, grinning like he just won the lottery. He’s all about that sashimi life. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a legend!”

Angela Schanelec on I Was at Home, But…, the Kindness of Ozu, and Her Filmmaking Philosophies