The Fire Within. Shirts. Socks. Toothbrush. Razor. Smiling a little, the young man packs his bag and clicks it shuthe is going away, far away. Smiling a little, he picks up a copy of The Great Gatsby, reads the last few pages, lays the book aside, picks up a revolver. Smiling a little, he puts a bullet through his heart.
Suicide in closeup is not something every moviegoer will want to see. But for those susceptible to such morbid fascinations, The Fire will burn with infernal allure. It will also be cheered by connoisseurs of cinema as a redoubt able tour de...
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