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<\/p>\nI came outside on my way to the grocery store and saw a manila envelope lying on the front stoop. Addressed to me. The return address label was pre-printed (a New York address), but my name was written out longhand. Curious, I opened it. There was a little white envelope inside, with my name – first and last – scrawled across it in cursive. Even more curious, I opened it and read the short note. It was about my video-essay for the Criterion release of Raging Bull<\/i>. I was confused: Raging Bull<\/i> won’t come out until July, so I wondered what random person could have seen it already. I thought, “Huh – maybe it’s from someone from Criterion? Like the video editor?” I squinted at the signature.<\/p>\n
Then, I noticed the letterhead. And then I had to sit down. <\/p>\n
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I came outside on my way to the grocery store and saw a manila envelope lying on the front stoop. Addressed to me. The return address label was pre-printed (a New York address), but my name was written out longhand. … Continue reading