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National Anthem of Nowhereis a long Hitchcockian zoom- in, the omniscient clouds part, the sleazy waterfront scene is set. Like Steve Zissou’s Belafonte cross-section, we can see anumber of little hives of activity: a young man loiters behind a cramped bar; faces light by low lights listen intent- ly while one speaks, gesturing wildly; a captain barks orders at his crew to hurry the fuck up; someone throws flowers into the sea; a vintage jukebox amuses the hipsters on a crawl. Welcome to the borough of a possible nowhere. Everyone who feels theys they have no voice or can’t be heard, they are suddenly united. They hear the title and something stirs inside them. Then they hear the song and they feel that they “know” it. They meet strangers in nowhere places and will never forget those meetings. They wander out into the suburban, in-between zones and there are welcomed. |
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