SAVE THE WORLD, WATCH MY MOVIE

IT'S SO FUCKING HOT 

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The topmost layer of hell - beyond the molten core and heated upper crust - is an asphalt parking lot in the middle of a scorching summer day. When a car's AC is the only savior, the lung punch of hot, stale air inside harrows. This already unbearable calidity, punctuated  by a seat-belt inflicted 2nd degree burn, is framed by a three digit number that might as well read 666. For it is in this exact moment, and ones like these, that one comes most near the devil. 

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If the heat-afflicted were to listen carefully, they'd hear Satan snickering at the deal he struck so devilishly with humankind. For what is heat, he muses, but a manifestation of himself, striking out at all in equal measure. That boiling sensation, literally and metaphorically, sent from the depths of hell to remind the world that *tap, tap, tap* he's watching. A force of nature, Satan fancies himself, yes, though it must be said that for all his awful qualities, ego still manages to stand out amongst them. Incandescent rage, nerve endings singed beyond reparation, volacanic volatility... and that's all before his coup de'grace: the lakes of fire. That is why it must be stated, forthright and without fear of retribution, that the devil has a talent for the details. Satan proceeds with a certain curation, modeling himself after a world he was so quick - perhaps too quick - to forsake. When that is understood, one may feel the first brush of breeze. It becomes clear the ever-ambitious devil is not the demongod of fire and antipathy, but rather a lowly priest kneeling at the altar of heat.

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Next film, please.