Placeholder: Sur... a psychological thriller... cop Dali from Hitchcock... mix in a little World War II... sure... surreal events in an occupied town... man sees ancient soldier hiding in abandoned home... "Twillight Zone." Now... what do they look like? No! Did that before-- What? No, not that way! Damn deadlines. Setting me off completely. Too much pressure. Mixing up the scenes! Too much coffee. That's it. Damn freezed-dried stuff! What's that? No! You didn't want any jungle queens! Now wait a minute. You Sur... a psychological thriller... cop Dali from Hitchcock... mix in a little World War II... sure... surreal events in an occupied town... man sees ancient soldier hiding in abandoned home... "Twillight Zone." Now... what do they look like? No! Did that before-- What? No, not that way! Damn deadlines. Setting me off completely. Too much pressure. Mixing up the scenes! Too much coffee. That's it. Damn freezed-dried stuff! What's that? No! You didn't want any jungle queens! Now wait a minute. You

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Sur... a psychological thriller... cop Dali from Hitchcock... mix in a little World War II... sure... surreal events in an occupied town... man sees ancient soldier hiding in abandoned home... "Twillight Zone." Now... what do they look like? No! Did that before-- What? No, not that way! Damn deadlines. Setting me off completely. Too much pressure. Mixing up the scenes! Too much coffee. That's it. Damn freezed-dried stuff! What's that? No! You didn't want any jungle queens! Now wait a minute. You

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