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I mean, the “make love” use in his earlier work kind of makes sense, but as the mashup moves forward in time, the phrase becomes increasingly unbelievable and dramatic (looking at you, Vicky Cristina Barcelona). Reminds you of Nietzsche and his theory of eternal recurrence and how we’re all doomed to live the exact same way throughout eternity.

*Woody, we still love you. Sort of.