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Coming soon
October 2012
BOLD CHOICES
Nice storytelling, powerful production, huge Willem Dafoe....
"Life boils down to a series of choices. Before long, the choices you make and the ones you don't become you.
But which you? Worse? Better? Someone you can't even recognize?
It can make you question everything.
Whether you're strong enough, good enough... All choices lead you somewhere.
Bold choices take you where you're supposed to be."
"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career.
Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television,
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?"
Choose Greyhound?
"Life boils down to a series of choices. Before long, the choices you make and the ones you don't become you.
But which you? Worse? Better? Someone you can't even recognize?
It can make you question everything.
Whether you're strong enough, good enough... All choices lead you somewhere.
Bold choices take you where you're supposed to be."
"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career.
Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television,
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?"
Choose Greyhound?
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