‘I’ve come to tell you who I am.’
Laurent was so keenly familiar, the shade of his hair, the strapped down clothing, the full lips that he held tense or cruelly repressed, the ruthless asceticism, the unbearable blue eyes.
‘I know who you are, Damianos,’ said Laurent. […] ‘Did you think,’ […] ‘I wouldn’t recognise the man who killed my brother?’
hands up scorsese absolute cinema
— Aug 04, 2025 05:27AM
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