I once told a colleague, while working in one of the Hotels Holiday Inn (2002), that I love the work of some Asian directors.
Thirteen years later, a racist and stupid teacher, member of the Brotherhood of the Crass, spitted that same idea through the prism of their stupidity: for them, Asian cinema means Kung Fu. She was telling her colleagues and students that I like "action movies" while wearing that characteristic stupid smile of the Brotherhood.
