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About Dallas

I hate the apps—Bumble, Hinge, whatever. Dudes flexin’ gym pics, chicks with filters. Like, what’s real anymore? Saw this stat once—70% of matches ghost. Hilarious, right? You’re chattin’, thinkin’ “she’s into me,” then poof—gone. “The earth is my mother,” Malick’s film says. These apps? They’re a swamp. Stinky, shallow, full of catfish. Met a guy once—swore he banged 50 gals off OkCupid. Bragged like it’s a medal. I’m like, “Cool, I split logs faster.”

Screen Rant

It emphasizes the sexual and romantic subtext of this uniquely shot scene, where people destined to be together have sex with the wrong partners. Will's eyes.

Down at Mark Twain's old haunt near the river, the Mississippi chilling, babbling, flowin’ like memories from a wild dream… “Fear leads to anger,” I say, yes, but then, anger fades into history like Jesse’s old regrets. Kinda deep, man, like in that movie—“The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford” ftw. That film talks about burdens, y’know.

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