The Face of Another movie plot
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Mr. Okuyama: The face is just a few dozen square inches above the neck, covered with a layer of dough. Isn't that right? I wanted to think so. I told myself a million times it was only a layer of skin, a surface. But now I'm not so sure. The face is the door to the soul. When the face is closed off, so too is the soul. Nobody is allowed inside. The soul is left to rot, reduced to ruins. It becomes the soul of a monster, rotten to the core. I feel as if I've been buried alive.
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Mr. Okuyama: Until a few days ago, I half-seriously intended to carve up your face until it looked as bad as mine. It would serve you right: spouting lies about how a disfigured face is no big deal.