Cinema: Out of Nothinkness

Fahrenheit 451. The Red Beast roars as it leaps into the sunlight. Thirty feet Tom nose to tail and wrapped in scarlet p1ates of steel, it hurtles down the highway at 100 m.p.h. Outside a new apartment house, it screams to a rubber-ripping stop and flings nine tiny men in tight black uniforms off its big red back. The men crash into a flat, turn drawers and closets inside out, carry off a heap of hidden books, whip out a handsome copper flamethrower, burn all the books to fine grey soot.

The Red Beast and its hellish brood are the principal constituents...

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