You've captured the very essence of a film noir motif. I feel like I've gone back in time - I love how polished it looks, very clean but smokey at the same time.
I appreciate the levels too, with foreground being muted and Manny being so well shadowed. Great work, truly!
I had no feelings about it. It was aloof and licked itself too much, like my cat, Mr. Trotsky.
With bony hands I hold my partner. On soulless feet we cross the floor.The music stops as if to answer. An empty knocking at the door. It seems his skin was sweet as mango. When last I held him to my breast. But now we dance this grim fandango. And will four years before we rest.
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