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High life

My fury at Fury, a film only a vampire could love

There's enough blood on the screen in Brad Pitt's new blockbuster to turn Dracula to masturbation

25 October 2014

9:00 AM

25 October 2014

9:00 AM

I have always believed that the mission of most movies made after the Fred & Ginger era has been to reduce, insofar as it is possible, the manners and morals of the community. Long before the camera was invented, the Ancient Greeks used to throw playwrights in jail for corrupting society, old Aristophanes always one step ahead of the sheriff, a practice that has not been followed by our generation because there are not enough jail cells to accommodate all the ruffians responsible.

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