the story of the drunkest film of the year

In vino veritas, goes the old proverb, but the truth about truth is that it can come from any sort of alcohol.

At The Roaring 20s, the Vegas dive bar that sets the scene for Bill and Turner Ross’s ingenious, Sundance-wowing cinematic boundary-blurrer Bloody Nose, Empty Pockets, the motley patrons find profundity in beer, whiskey, gin, rum, vodka – really everything except wine, come to think of it.

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Over the course of one day, from the grizzled early birds sauntering in at 11am to the hardy souls staggering out at last call around four in the morning, this collection of eccentrics dispense sozzled absurdities and pearls of crumpled-up wisdom. The dingy, Christmas-light-lit interior contains a social ecosystem bustling with energy, and because the film has pulled up a seat at The Roaring 20s on

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