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Vamos vamos muchacho.

The Guardian Yoo-Kay checks in with the Central American triptych of punk film god Alex Cox.

I can only imagine what it would've been like to be in film school when Alex Cox was out front of the film scene - maybe I'm becoming an old fogey (did I just type that word?) but right now it feels like film kids only have phony rebels like this than real iconoclasts like Cox to look up to.

(...Or, maybe not. Maybe they're all watching Takashi Miike and we will be ultimately saved forever and forever, amen).

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