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	<title>Comments on: Of Time and the City</title>
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		<title>By: futurestar</title>
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		<description>Davies has laid bare the rotted fruit of the industrial revolution and missteps of modern man on a mission with blinders. One may never see a city so lovely, so romantically enveloped from a boyhood naivety to an old man cynicism. Liverpool was the working man&#039;s &quot;Rule Britannia&quot; port-o-call. The world began and ended with the soot filled skies, industrial waterfront, and battle cries of good natured regional footballers. The hardships of coming home to that place you couldn&#039;t wait to escape, but then realize you&#039;ve always wanted to be nowhere but here. A love letter to the heart.
A poetic bullet from a forgotten past to some 
obscure, impotent future, this film is a marvel.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Davies has laid bare the rotted fruit of the industrial revolution and missteps of modern man on a mission with blinders. One may never see a city so lovely, so romantically enveloped from a boyhood naivety to an old man cynicism. Liverpool was the working man&#8217;s &#8220;Rule Britannia&#8221; port-o-call. The world began and ended with the soot filled skies, industrial waterfront, and battle cries of good natured regional footballers. The hardships of coming home to that place you couldn&#8217;t wait to escape, but then realize you&#8217;ve always wanted to be nowhere but here. A love letter to the heart.<br />
A poetic bullet from a forgotten past to some<br />
obscure, impotent future, this film is a marvel.</p>
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