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Saturday, February 07, 2004 

Big Fish 2: Bigger Fish

I should also point out, for the sake of those who weren't there with me, that the end of Big Fish is the most choked up I've ever been at a movie. If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to see the rest of the film I would have broken down and wept like a small child, I'm sure. But not, strangely enough, tears of sadness. It's now my favorite film.



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