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What would have happened if Ingmar Berman suddenly became a genre (and a film-noir for that) director?
What would have happened if Ingmar Berman suddenly became a genre (and a film-noir for that) director?
A Coptic Christian and a leper and an orphan Muslim boy named Obama go down the road, in another instantiation of the odd-couple road movie. Or is it different?