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Amster, Amster… Dam, Dam, Dam

The most striking thing about wandering about on a first jet-lagged night was how rich the film culture is here compared to Los Angeles. And keep in mind, the doc fest doesn’t launch for another day.
I count no fewer than 6 theaters running classics of cinema, from Satyajit Ray to John Waters to Downey, Sr. And the mainstream houses are loaded with “art house” fare as well.
We killed a total of zero pedestrians and bike riders on the way to the hotel, so that was a plus too.

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6 Responses to “Amster, Amster… Dam, Dam, Dam”

  1. LexG says:

    Poland, are you there to SHMOKE SOME WEED? (TM Jay in “Clerks”)?

  2. LexG says:

    They need to have a RED LIGHT DISTRICT in like SHERMAN OAKS where you can go pay to bang HOT CHICKS legally. That would OWN, and I’d be there 3 times a day.

  3. mswiskay says:

    Amsterdam is also so rich as a setting for film that that can explore such profound ideas as freedom and tolerance, as commerce and enterprise within the tasty visual of the canal ribbed metropolis

  4. David Poland says:

    Lex… could you please keep it in “Sane Lex” mode while I am out of town? Everyone is so much happier when you are calmly adding to the proceedings…

  5. Aris P says:

    Anything, and anyplace, has more culture compared to this dump.

  6. Cadavra says:

    Wait–Sherman Oaks has a red-light district?

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