A Fold-Up Sophia was the blockbuster supreme between June and July of 1983. To make use of the Sophia it is advised you back up fast like a horse to win perspective, letting dark clouds gather ominously over your intended, and then deflect or disperse the rebar coming at you, drunk on that damned Slivovitz and not sure what’s happening. Did we sign up for this? I don’t believe so. Or maybe it was a matter of legalistic jargon having been employed to hoodwink us. The Fold-Up Sophia in the billiard room heaves a great air pocket sigh and the floorboards groan like lecherous old crones. To the hacienda, Banquo! Do you have any more Percocets?! It’s said that when a Fold-Up Sophia goes berserk in your yard it’d be up to you to disperse the crowds and have Sophia removed before random sections of that crowd are mowed down. I tangle and shake my measuring tape in defiance of all unwanted ordinance and it can safely be said that I usually give an above average performance. Travesty is as vital to me as salt and, yes, that plainly is a sort of religious thinking. I kindly beg your pardon.
The Triple Echo (Michael Apted, 1972)
The Shout (Jerzy Skolimowski, 1978)
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