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” Coppola’s writing, combined withHackman’s subtle sense of his own anonymity, described the indescribable: a man who is a shadow. The idle talented and the idle rich and the idle poor and the idle bored playing their games;affectation of innocence, the return to honesty in form—if not in content. Some of the shape-shifters looked his way, none of the wererats did. Everything seemed wrong.
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