As I said, autumn is arriving slowly in Morocco, and I feel it mostly from how many movies I'm watching.
The other night, Steve had chosen "The Boat That Rocked", and hadn't I been so tired I might have appreciated it more.
It's a sweet story about a fatherless boy in the , being put on a pirate radio ship to rehab from smoking... most things.
The spectator get to follow the daily life on the ship, transmitting 24h de rock n'roll from the North Sea, all beautifully accompanied by great music.
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