We spent the night in Zahadan locked in the hotel with a load of truly terrible films on American tv. The one we watched was called the Art of Dying, the high point of which was when the villain turned round in the middle of the climatic chase scene and whinged 'Stop shooting me!' I guess you had to be there; I was quite amused by the idea that we were literally MST-ing (a term derivng from the '90s tv show Mystery Science Theatre 3000, where a man and teo robots are locked in a sattelite and forced to watch terrible films, which they mock in an effort to stay sane).
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