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I fucking love Jude Law, that is to say, I respect him immensely. His calm British vibe reminds me of what I'd be like if I'd been born over seas,
or simply taken a semester abroad.

The British swagger is really more of a subtle moxie,
a quiet confidence that is usually drown out by us North American talkers. With our loud screams of arrogance we try to cover up for a lack of style. Obvious exceptions rise ready to hop the fence on both sides.

This stands as just a general observation, of which I am obviously removed.

But I digress,
This short film (which is actually a trailer) is absolutely fucking golden.
Not only does it inspire me to go hang out around a European marketplace, it delivers poetic philosophy and a well thought out script.

A visual golden horse, this piece reminds me why Jude Law is one of the classiest motherfuckers in the game: because he chooses to perform for the art, rather than his pocket book.


Prove me wrong: