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The Un-real ZR
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Space Paws — Talking dogs; head games; the final frontier. full, w/out cover, cover only
0+ Day — It's the same old story: the world, clocks, everyone keeps turning back to where they've been. How far out can things really get? full, w/out cover, cover only
Movie of the Day
Murder Is My Beat (1955) — A homicide detective investigating a murder falls for a suspect and tries to prove her innocence. This is noir boiled down to its essences: tangled flashback plot, femme fatale, conspiracy, doubt, desperation, tragic masculinity — canned stock not as a base but a meal. A movie awful for its lack of inspiration and art (OK, the bit of real snow photography is rare), but interesting nonetheless for its simple expression of the genre's fundamental narrative, thematic, and tonal tropes.