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The idea of the drifter, but this time drenched in the American dream of soda and fries. She tries to shake it off but cannot resist a sip from the bucket of a drink, admitting to being an outsider. And suddenly her tantrum has a cause.
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For a moment she had her, she could almost open up, but now the camera pulls back. She missed her chance. I mean, what kind of question is that? of course she comes from the East, from where the sun rises. Get it? Nomi, the rising star?
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Upset because the information doesn’t matter, the question is unimportant, or because the camera has veered too close, looking for answers in her eyes. But we are not listening. She stated it clearly: she wants to dance. Stop wasting her time.
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In contrast, we get normal film eating: tiny mouthfuls that allow the performer to act. We still do not know her name. Like us in the audience, she is a simple peasant under the glowing radiance of Nomi.
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Shot by shot, the camera is getting closer to Nomi. This is not just the aim of every character in the story, but of the film itself. The balance is delicate, and any wrong move could blow our chances. Nomi is eating like there is no tomorrow.
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The glowing red light is bright on her face and seems to be between them now, the warmth of a new connection as Nomi’s defences break. She denies us her eyes, proof she is vulnerable. Hoping for an extreme closeup soon to compensate us.
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Nomi has the look of a child realising what it means to be an adult, but remains determined to hold on to the innocence of dreams. “But.. but.. what about dancing?” The red light acts like a distress siren, her colourful pattern lost beneath it