Friday, June 19, 2015

"Jurassic World" in 3-D and The Week in Reviews

[It's Swedish Week (with a bit of horror thrown in)! I review the new 3-D movie "Jurassic World" and DVDs "Miss Julie (a classic Swedish play) and the Swedish punk film "We Are the Best!"  The Book of the Week is "Picnic in Provence."  I also bring you up to date on "My 1001 Movies I Must See Before I Die Project" with the 1960 Italian horror film "Black Sunday"]

Jurassic World


It's 22 years after what happened at Jurassic Park and now we have Isla Nublar, an island in Costa Rica, home to Jurassic World, a dinosaur park with even bigger and better dinosaurs.  What could possibly go wrong?

You would think the amusement park industry would have learned from what happened at Jurassic Park, but nooooo.  Here we go again.

"Jurassic World" continues John Hammond's dream of bringing dinosaurs back to life.  The park is a wonderland with a petting zoo of young, cute dinosaurs, a safari like cruise in a pod among the bigger dinosaurs and a Sea World-like demonstration with a dinosaur that jumps out of the water like a killer whale.

Owner of the park, Simon Masrani (Irrfan Khan) is not a bad guy, but he wants to make money with this park. It's always about the money, isn't it? With visitor rates declining, he needs to come up with a bigger and better attraction every few years to quench people's desires for bigger and better so his lab, run by Dr. Henry Wu, has engineered a "monster," the "Indominus Rex," that will not only scare the pants off the kids, but the parents too.  It has been genetically engineered using traits from other dinosaurs and other species, and of course, it all backfires when Rexy escapes and wreaks havoc on the park.

"Jurassic World" grossed almost $209 million over the weekend, smashing all U.S. records for the highest week-end grosses ever.  It is indeed a summer blockbuster.

What makes a successful summer blockbuster?

Well, we need a handsome buff hero, a plucky heroine who doesn't like our hero - at first (sexual tension), cute kids in jeopardy, an overly dramatic musical score, an evil scientist, a clueless bad guy out for his own gain whose agenda screws things up even more, some humor and oh, yeah, scary monsters.

And this film has it all.

Chris Pratt is, Owen, our hero, who is working on training raptors to take commands.  He's all buffed up since he starred in another blockbuster "Guardians of the Galaxy," but if you remember he played kind of a schleppy guy in TV's "Parks and Recreation." Now he's an action hero. Who knew?  I am happy for his success because I am a huge Chris Pratt fan.  He exudes warmth, charisma, and has a great sense of humor about himself.

Bryce Dallas Howard (Ron Howard's little girl) is our plucky heroine, Claire, an officious official of Jurassic World, who goes from an uptight park manager to a badass once the dinosaurs get loose.  She is supposed to be taking care of her nephews, the cute kids Zach (Nick Robinson) and Gray (Ty Simpkins), but she is too busy running the park so they end up getting themselves in some sticky situations. You know me.  I usually don't like kids in movies, especially the overly precocious ones, but these brothers are cute without being cutesy and they get to say some funny lines. BD Wong is back as our Mad Scientist and Vincent D'Onofrio is our clueless villain who has this idea that the raptors Owen has trained would do well as boots on the ground in the military. And now that Rexy is running rampant, he thinks it's a good idea to send them out to fight Rexy to prove his point.

Expertly directed by Colin Treverrow, whose only other directorial film credit is the indie film "Safety Not Guaranteed," the film brings us into the 21st century with all of the technical stuff that we have come to expect of blockbuster action films. But the film pays homage to the first film ("Jurassic Park") as Steven Spielberg's hand is definitely in this one too as one of the executive producers, and there is also a fun but gruesome "Jaws" moment.

The dinosaurs are awesome and terrifying, part puppeteering, part CGI, and they provide action and some scary moments.  The script (Rick Jaffa, Amanda Silver, Colin Treverrow, and Derek Connolly) uses a similar ploy that was used in the recent "Godzilla."  Slowly tease the audience with little peeks at parts of the monster and then scare us with the big reveal as we see what our hero has to deal with in all its badass glory.

The movie is tense and scary, especially in 3-D, but it's also splashed with humor and is just plain fun.

But the moral of this story?  Don't mess with Mother Nature!

Rosy the Reviewer says...this is what a summer blockbuster should be.  Don't miss it and be sure to see it in 3-D.


 

***DVDS***
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Miss Julie (2014)


Jessica Chastain stars in this film version of the August Strindberg play.

Adapted and directed by Liv Ullman, who was famously Ingmar Bergman's protégé and lover and it shows in this film.  It's all very Bergmanesque: long shots of faces, beautiful cinematography and slow, slow, slow.

The film begins with a lonely little girl in a big house on a big estate longing for her mother.

Fast forward to a grown up Julie.  It's Midsummer's Eve in Ireland in 1890.  Julie is still lonely, but now she is also bored. She also has servants, John (Colin Farrell) and Kathleen (Samantha Morton, who looks like she finally got her teeth fixed).  And what do you do when you are lonely and bored?  Why you torment your servants and get one of them to seduce you.

There are only the three characters in the play and it takes place over the course of one evening, examining social hierarchy and the struggles between the classes, one of Strindberg's favorite themes.  It's also a struggle between the sexes as Miss Julie and John's bantering turns to sexual tension and hostility and Kathleen, John's supposed girlfriend, is betrayed.

Since this is based on a Swedish play which took place in Sweden, not sure why the locale was changed to Ireland.  But I guess we would have a hard time believing Colin Farrell was Swedish. 

Some critics had this on their Best of...lists for 2014, but this is not for everyone. Though the acting is fine, some classic works do not translate well to the screen.  This is one of them.  The static scenes in the kitchen and the long speeches evoke claustrophobia, not just as a filmic device but for the audience as well.

Miss Julie is a bit of a nutter.  At one point Colin says to Julie, "You are strange."  Uh, you think so?  I know so.

SPOILER ALERT: (but you probably shouldn't be watching this film anyway if you weren't familiar with the play because then you will REALLY be disappointed) Only way to escape your class and your loneliness is to kill yourself?

Rosy the Reviewer says...slow, slow, slow and talky, talky, talky.  Did I say it was slow and talky?
 
 

Three young misfit girls in 1980's Sweden form a punk band.

Two 13-year-old Swedish girls in Stockholm, Bobo (Mira Barkhammar) and Klara (Mira Grosin) in 1982 are dealing with their parents' misadventures while at the same time dealing with their own adolescence.  The parents don't seem to know what their kids are doing or where they are. The girls write rebellious songs and because punk is the ultimate rebellion against adults, they decide to form a punk band despite the fact that they don't know how to play any instruments and despite the fact that everyone else says "Punk is dead."

They are alienated from their families (who isn't at the age of 13)? Bobo's single mother is focused on looking for love and Klara's family is eccentric to say the least.

They don't really fit in at school either. The other kids make fun of them for their punk haircuts and the way they dress.  Boys sneer at them. The first song they write is called "Hate the sport" because they don't like gym class.  They eventually befriend a lonely young Christian, conservative girl, Hedvig (Liv Lemoyne), who can play the guitar and starts to give Bobo and Klara some musical instruction.

Lukas Moodysson has created an intimate and comic coming-of-age tale about teenage angst and feminism from a graphic novel by his wife, Coco. What sets this film apart from the usual "coming of age" tales is the charm of the three young stars, their characters' determination to be true to themselves and Moodysson's ability to capture what it's like to be thirteen.

Rolling Stone said, "One of the single best movies about punk."

Rosy the Reviewer says...I don't know about that but it was a sweet, touching film about female bonding.
(In Swedish with English subtitles)



***My 1001 Movies I Must See Before I Die Project***


259 to go!
 
Black Sunday (1960)
 

A vengeful witch returns from the grave two centuries after her death to make good on her curse.

In the 17th century, Asa and her lover are accused of witchcraft by her brother and a "mask of satan" is nailed to each of their faces (it's a very unpleasant mask with nails inside. Ew).  But before they nail on the mask, Asa curses her brother and his family and generations to come.  As she is being burned at a stake, it starts to rain so they bury her as is, which I guess opens the door for her return.  Not sure.

Fast forward to the 19th century.  Two men, one a doctor, are riding through a scary forest in a coach when the coach breaks down.  While the driver attempts to fix the coach, the two men wander into a crypt.  They come across Asa's casket and for some crazy reason, the doctor takes off Asa's mask. It reveals her face still intact though her eyes are hollowed out holes. The doctor pricks himself on something and some blood trickles down onto Asa's corpse.  Well, that's all she needed to get herself out of that casket to do her evil deeds.

While all of this is going on, back at the castle there is a young girl who looks just like Asa (it actually is the same actress who plays Asa) and Asa plans to take over her body.

Moral of this story?  Don't mess with bitches, I mean witches, unless you want a whole lotta trouble for centuries to come.
 
Why it's a Must See: "Filmed in Italy as La maschera del demonio, this was prepared for English-language release as The Mask of Satan but would end up being released in...America as Black Sunday and...in the United Kingdom as Revenge of the Vampire...It opens with a marvelously grotesque execution as spiked demon masks are hammered onto the skulls of witches....Beside the lavish monochrome images, the eerie music, and the touches of blood-spurting goo, The Mask of Satan is also your best chance to savor the unique screen presence of [Barbara] Steele, the most strangely sexual actress to ever star in horror film...the huge-eyed Steele had found few roles suited to her startling looks in the British cinema and had to venture abroad...[and]...soon became the reigning queen of 1960's Italian horror films...Under any of its titles, this is the greatest gothic horror movie ever made in Italy."
---1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die

If this is the greatest gothic horror film ever made in Italy, not sure what that is saying about Italian movie-making.  The eye-popping overacting is too much and the English dubbing is terrible.  All of the horror conventions for period horror films are at play here:  slowly closing doors, fog, women fainting from shock, townspeople with pitchforks and heaving bosoms.

But I have always had a fondness for 1960's horror films.  I saw all of the Christopher Lee and Vincent Price films and a particular favorite was "Circus of Horrors."  I never quite got over that one. Without CGI and other special effects, those early horror films were verrrrry scarrrrry.

And despite much of the hoakum, this one definitely has its moments.

Barbara Steele, in the dual role of Asa and Katia, looks like a poor man's Sophia Loren so I can see why she made it in Italy.  However, it's the eyes that made her a great horror heroine (or witch).



Rosy the Reviewer says...it's creepy and has some "ew" moments, but by today's standards, it's very campy so think a midnight movie after a few tokes, er, drinks.
(In Italian with English subtitles)



***Book of the Week***



Picnic in Provence: A Memoir with Recipes  by Elizabeth Bard
 
 
Since her "Lunch in Paris," Bard continues her love affair with France.

Ever since Frances Mayes wowed us with her Tuscan adventures (with recipes) in 1996, there have been waves of books written about restoring a house in France or Italy, living on a farm or finding love there -- all with recipes.

This is the sequel to Bard's "Lunch in Paris," which was far more satisfying than this installment.  Here we still have recipes, but this one is more about starting life in a French village, being pregnant, getting one's first book published and starting an ice cream business. And Bard is a terrible food snob.  If you are not starting life in a French village, if you are not pregnant, publishing your first book, or starting an ice cream business and you don't like food snobs, not a lot to relate to here, whereas the first book was all about finding love in an unlikely place.  We can all relate to that.


About the food snob thing:  it could be something Bard picked up in France.  She talks about growing up in the 1970's and 80's and eating Kraft mac and cheese and other, what she calls, "fake food."  I get that, but what I don't get is her annoying habit of putting down her American roots and its attendant eating habits. 

However, I did enjoy her chapter on "The Quiet Diet."  In France, no one talks about what they will or won't eat.  If they eat too much the day before, they eat less the next day.  Voila!  It's nobody's business.  You just take care of it quietly.  And the reason the French are not overweight?  What we call dieting - small portions, no snacking, lots of veggies, fruit for dessert - the French call eating.

Rosy the Reviewer says...for this kind of book - fish out of water in a European rural setting - I liked "Castoff: True Adventures and Ordeals of an American Family on a French Farm" by Jan Murra and Carol Drinkwater's "Olive series" better, with or without recipes.





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Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Rosy the Reviewer Does Italy, Pt 3: Positano, Capri and the Amalfi Coast

Now comes the really picturesque part of our Italian trip.

(If you need to get caught up, here are Part 1 and Part 2 of "Rosy the Reviewer Does Italy").

Now don't get me wrong.  Sorrento was lovely and we thoroughly enjoyed it.

But Positano and the Amalfi Coast are something special. 

The Amalfi Coast is a stretch of Mediterranean coastline in Southern Italy that is known as a playground for the rich and famous, especially in the 1970's.

Peter O'Toole was a frequent visitor to Positano after falling in love with it while filming the remake of "Goodbye Mr. Chips" in 1969.  Gore Vidal left the U.S. to live full time in Ravello.  And even today, I just finished Andy Cohen's "diary" and he has a long entry about a recent trip to Positano.

There is a reason why the Amalfi Coast attracts the rich and famous.

It's a magical place.


But it's not an easy place to get to for those of us who are not the rich and famous.  I can imagine those folks going in on their yachts but for us regular folks, it's bus or taxi or renting a car. 

Good old travel writer Rick Steves had put the fear in us about driving the winding road with the sheer cliffs between Sorrento and Positano ourselves.  Even if we wanted to drive it, one of us would have to watch the road (Hubby) and so would miss the views.  We could have taken the bus, but the staff at our hotel said if we didn't want to stand the whole way, we should catch the bus at the train station. The train station was a long haul from our hotel and with our luggage?  No way.  So, the bus did not appeal and we thought a taxi would cost too much.  If you remember from last week's post, we paid 23 euro for a taxi to just take us up a hill in Sorrento.

So Hubby had the bright idea of hiring a private car. 

We inquired at the hotel and yes, such an option was available through them for 70 euro.  Since it cost us 23 euro to ride up that hill in a taxi in Sorrento, we thought this was a deal.  So we arranged to be met at 10am the next morning.

Right at 10am a lovely Mercedes awaited us with a driver who spoke some English. 



Tip #1:  Don't be cheap.

I can't emphasize enough the importance of this tip.  When traveling abroad, often a trip you may never do again, counting your pennies is not recommended.  If it's the difference between sitting in comfort and seeing the gorgeous coastline or navigating a treacherous road yourself and missing most of it, money should not be the first priority.  And then there's the whole issue of your wife bitching about how cheap you are the whole ride.  But that's a different story. 

We sat in luxurious comfort in the back of the Mercedes sedan.  Hubby even remarked later how much fun it was for him to just sit and relax while being driven around.  I told him to not get any ideas.

Our driver asked if we wanted the "panoramico" drive?  "Si."

Unfortunately, the weather was not cooperating with "panoramico."  Coastlines and fog go together like a horse and carriage.  Living on the Central Coast of California for over 30 years, we were used to the unpredictability of coastal fog so accepted the fact that the Italian coastline must deal with it as well.

But all was not lost.  As we neared Positano, it cleared somewhat and we could still enjoy the vistas. 

 
 


We also planned to go on to the town of Amalfi in a few days which would take us further along the coastline and afford us another opportunity.

Tip #2:  Try to be positive, even when the weather is not cooperating and your wife is sighing deeply and saying "Why us?"

As we neared Positano, our driver asked for the phone number of the hotel.  We were not sure why he wanted that, but when we arrived, someone from the hotel was waiting for us on the road to carry our luggage to the hotel. 

Why was that important?

Did I mention the stairs?

Positano is a town built into a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean Sea.  The entire town is nothing but stairs except for one street that winds it's way through town. 

 


If your hotel happens to be down at the beach or far from the road, you would have to carry your luggage up and down stairs for a long, long way.  We didn't even think about that or that someone would meet us to carry our bags.

Tip #3: Hiring a local driver has its perks.

We were happy to have a member of the hotel staff meet us and carry our luggage because, as usual, I was wearing unsuitable shoes and we might have had problems finding our hotel within the rabbit warren of paths.

 
Our room was ready when we arrived and it was a lovely room with a large terrace overlooking the Mediterranean.



The room also had those lovely Italian tiles I have come to enjoy.

 
And breakfast served on the terrace.
 
 
I can SO get used to this!


The Italian breakfast:  assorted roles and cappuccino, and if requested, a hard boiled egg and some yogurt. Perfetto!

We had made plans to meet my Swedish cousin, Jane, and her husband, Lars.

They were driving to Positano from Rome and wouldn't be coming in until the evening so we decided to take a walk and do some exploring.





Did I mention there were stairs?

 
 
 
 
And views?
 

And a beach? 
 
 
 
 
 

 
After all of those stairs, time to get some lunch at the Café Positano.
 
 
 

And some wine.
 
 
 
 
Did I mention how cheap wine is in Italy?  In most of Europe the wine and beer are cheap and cocktails expensive.  Wine was cheaper than the bottled water!
 
Tip #4: Drink lots of wine.

We struck up a conversation with a young couple who were sitting near us.  They were on their honeymoon.

Tip #5:  Don't be afraid to start conversations with strangers.  You can share travel tips and you might just make some new friends (more on them later).
 
Jane and Lars had booked their hotel before us and when Hubby tried to get a room where they were staying, the hotel was already booked.

Tip #6:  For popular destinations, book your hotel as early as you can, especially if you are using guidebook recommendations.

But Hubby is a resourceful fellow and using Google Earth found a hotel only a few steps from theirs.  And as it turned out, their hotel put them in an annex -- and the annex was right next door to us!

 

We have started a tradition of sorts, of meeting up with Jane and Lars every couple of years when we travel to Europe.  The last time we met them was in Amsterdam two years ago and we had a great time.

Jane and Lars are wonderful traveling companions.  They are generous, considerate, up for anything, and positive no matter what happens.

Tip #7:  Choose traveling companions who are generous, considerate, up for anything, and positive no matter what happens!

After getting caught up at dinner, we sat out on our terrace  planning our next couple of days together.

We planned to sail to the island of Capri the next day and take the bus to Ravello and Amalfi the day after that.

Here is the first thing you need to know about Capri:  it's pronounced KAH-pree.  Second thing:  it's crowded as hell even in May.  Did I already say that May is no longer a particularly good time to travel?

It was very convenient that boats traveled to Capri right from Positano. That was the good news.  The bad news was I found the ride rather harrowing.  Huge storm clouds were gathering overhead and the boat captain must have been in a hurry because he didn't seem to think that heading straight into the waves was a bad idea. We crashed into the waves like a lead basketball.  Where's that cheap wine when you need it?


Capri is a small island - only four miles by two miles - with two small towns:  Capri and Anacapri, both up the hill from the boat dock. To get to Capri you can take a taxi or the funicular and Anacapri is even farther up the hill. 

But the big draw is the famous Blue Grotto.

The guidebooks recommend that you do the Blue Grotto as soon as you arrive, because it requires that you take a boat to the other side of the island and then you have to get into a little rowboat to be taken into the grotto.  And weather is an issue.

And it was for us that day.  It was closed.  Boo.  Disappointment #1.

So we headed across the square for the funicular along with a thousand other folks.



The funicular could only hold 70 people at a time so it was a long wait.  And you had to stand in line at another location to buy tickets.

When we eventually made our way up the hill to Capri, it was time for lunch. We stopped for lunch and then explored the town.


Since I feel strongly about keeping a low profile when I am traveling and trying to blend in as a local, I am not sure what I am doing here, but it appears to amuse Jane and Lars.

One of the streets is nicknamed "Rodeo Drive," because of it's many high-end shops.  Hubby kept me moving.

 
And the views were to die for
(speaking of "to die," I thought I was going to die on that damn boat trip to get here)! 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
It is also a very romantic place.



 
We could have spent more time in Capri, but decided to catch the 3 o'clock boat back to Positano and beat those storm clouds.

This time there were some young men passing out shots of Limoncello on the boat.  Hubby in his ever trusting and naïve way thought the shots were free but I was already pulling the euros out of my purse before he discovered they were NOT free.

Tip #8:  Nothing is ever free.

However, I needed that shot for the journey back so well worth the 3 euros each.

When we arrived back at Positano, we all went back to our respective hotels to freshen up.

Tip #9:  When traveling, take some breaks back at your hotel from time to time to regroup.  That way you can maintain your energy throughout the evening and enjoy that hotel room you are paying for.

Remember that young couple we met the day before at lunch?  They had recommended a restaurant to us so that's where we headed for dinner:   Ristorante Bruno, known for its seafood. 



Turns out Rick Steves had also recommended it so it was crowded but after a short wait we shared a delicious meal, and later in the evening back at Jane and Lars' hotel room, we sat out on the terrace and listened to music.

The next day was a bit rainy but we walked up the hill to catch the bus to Amalfi and then on to Ravello.

I wanted to see Ravello because that is where Gore Vidal had lived and there was also a stair walk I wanted to do - to walk down the hill from Ravello to Amalfi.

But first we had to ride the bus.

Now let me just say there are bus rides and then there are bus rides.

The bus drivers who drive the Amalfi Coast are amazing and must have nerves of steel.  They maneuver their large buses around blind corners, squeezing by oncoming traffic in all kinds of original ways, all the while avoiding sliding off the side of the cliff.  Tour buses are only allowed to go in one direction, but the local SITA buses go in both directions so buses encounter each other at every turn.


And lest you think me a complete wimp, let me explain what is happening here

That bus you see in the picture.  We are NOT in that bus.  We are in a bus GOING THE OTHER WAY INCHES FROM IT!

The buses cling to the cliff and the riders cling to each other.

 


Because it's a long way down.


I found God many times on that bus ride.



We changed buses in Amalfi and made our way up to Ravello.


There is not a whole lot going on in Ravello.  There is a lovely little square with a church.



But there are also two villas with lovely gardens and views.

But just as we arrived at the Villa Cimbrone, it began to pour.  We tried to wait it out but it just continued to pour, dashing our hopes of not only seeing the gardens and its views, but of taking that stair walk down the hill that I wanted to take.  Boo!  Disappointment #2.

While waiting under a canopy for the rain to stop, we ran into that young couple again. They had just finished checking out the gardens before the rain started so we could find out what we missed!

Speaking of what we missed. We just missed the bus back down to Amalfi so what do you think we did to while away the time?

Right!  More wine!

We carefully watched the time and gave ourselves a 15-minute window to get up and get back to the bus and it's a good thing we did.  The next bus left early. We barely made it.

Tip #10:  The trains may run on time in Italy but it seems the buses arrive and leave whenever they feel like it so plan accordingly.



We spent a little time in Amalfi touring the Amalfi Cathedral,




when all of a sudden the front doors swung open, and a priest entered followed by a coffin carried by pall bearers. A funeral was in progress and we were now a part of village life.


We thought a boat ride back to Positano would be quicker and less frightening than the bus (even though I was still a bit boat shy since Capri), and it was.


That night we had a delightful dinner at another restaurant recommended by that young couple (see what striking up a conversation with you nearby dinner lunch companions can do?) - Next2Hubby was impressed that the restaurant had Knob Creek whiskey.

After dinner we took a stroll but decided because it was our last night together,  we wanted to hang out.  Hubby now had a taste for some good American whiskey and so we tried a couple of places, none of which had acceptable whiskey and none of which seemed to want our business so back to Next2 we went where we kept the poor waiters after hours.

The next day Lars and Jane drove us back to Naples via Sorrento where we had lunch under some lemon trees at the Café Latino.

Lars ably drove the winding roads from Positano and managed the crazy traffic that is Naples with Jane and the Swedish Garmin navigating from the back seat.

We said our goodbyes, vowing to meet up again in a couple of years - Ireland?  Scotland?  France?


The next day we took the fast train from Naples back to Rome, spent another night in Rome in the Trastevere and then flew home.

Why did we spend another night in Naples instead of heading back to Rome with Jane and Lars? Ask Hubby.


What I liked about Positano and the Amalfi Coast:

I could wax poetic about the quaint little lanes, breakfast on the terrace, the views, the lifestyle, but I will just say

I liked everything, especially sharing it with good friends, Jane and Lars.

What I didn't like about Positano and the Amalfi Coast:

Nothing!


And that my dear readers was our trip to Italy.

 
So to change it up a bit from how Rick Steves signs off from his shows,
 
"Until next time,
let's all keep on traveling."


(I learned a lot on this trip and if you are interested, see you next Tuesday for "Rosy the Reviewer Does Italy, Pt. 4:  What I Learned.") 

 

Thanks for Reading!
 

See you Friday

for my review of the new movie 
 
"Jurassic World" 

and
 
The Week in Reviews
 
(What to See or Read and What to Avoid)



and the latest on



My 1001 Movies I Must See Before
 I Die Project."

 



 
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