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“Some ten-fifteen years ago I could have stood in line with the impeccably groomed, smooth-talking, fat-assed and over indulged Hollywood directors, but I didn’t want to. Instead I chose to screw myself here in Kovilj, to be devoured alive by the mosquitoes, and to direct a gypsy movie.†A fluid, hardly discernible border separates the […]