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::selection{background:#EAB308;color:#000}h2{color:#C2410C;font-size:1.5rem;margin-top:2rem}h3{color:#0E7490;font-size:1.2rem}a{color:#EAB308;text-decoration:underline}a:hover{color:#fff} The Smell of Sawdust and Ruin There’s a moment—roughly seventeen minutes in—when the camera lingers on a lone trumpet valve lying ...


Comparing the cinematic DNA and archive impact of two defining moments in cult history.

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" ::selection{background:#EAB308;color:#000}h2{color:#C2410C;font-size:1.5rem;margin-top:2rem}h3{color:#0E7490;font-size:1.2rem}a{color:#EAB308;text-decoration:underline}a:hover{color:#fff} The Smell of Sawdust and Ruin There’s a moment—roughly seventeen minutes in—when the camera lingers on a lone trumpet valve lying in the sawdust. No one in the diegesis notices it; the soundtrack (a new Shostakovich-inspired score for the restoration) drops to a single heartbeat-like timpani. In that suspende..."

