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kumiko, the treasure hunter

I finally went and saw this film, earlier tonight. I was so drawn to it, to her. I wanted to turn myself into an invisible shield and wrap around her and protect her. I sat alone in the theater and really had to struggle to hold back the tears. The rest of the audience seemed to be in pretty good spirits when the film was over and the house lights came on. But maybe they just had a different interpretation of the ending. Such a great film. First one I've attended in ages. I thought maybe the film-goer in me had died. But, really, it's just been in a coma. And Kumiko woke me from my coma.

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