Sunday, May 24, 2026

Weightlifting for Masters - Matt Foreman

 


Here is an excerpt from the book above. 
The whole book is well worth reading
you old fart . . . no, wait, that's Fart with a capital F. 
Plenty of things applicable to not just Oly lifting in it.

There is also a companion book dealing more with the programming aspect for masters, 
and thanks for a heads-up on this to
GCBC: 





One foot in the grave
and beyond.



Okay, so we've got various opinions from experts and they all support the idea that athletes start to go downhill in weightlifting when they pass 25 years of age. I imagine that's discouraging for you to read, since the vast majority of you are probably way past that magic number. 

You're in your 30s, 40s, 50s and some of you beyond that, right? You bought this book because you wanted some hope, some encouraging information that helps you believe you've still got a lot of big weightlifting potential despite the fact that you're a developmental crusty geezer, and the first thing you read in the introduction is that you've passed your peak. The experts agree that your best days are gone, and now your physical potential is spiraling into the crapper. 

Listen, I'm intentionally being sarcastic here because I know you're all intelligent people (is he being sarcastic with that last statement too?) with a realistic outlook on where you're at in life. If you're in your 40s or something like that, you already know that you've passed the young peak years of your athletic experience. Unless you live in some alternate universe of denial and ignorance, I'm not telling you something you don't already understand. You're not a kid anymore, and your body can't do many of the things it used to do.

But you still want to be weightlifters. My guess is that many of you found this sport at a later age. There's a pretty good chance that you were introduced to it through some extension of Crossfit, since that's how almost everybody in this country is discovering Olympic lifting these days (2014). It didn't take you long to get excited about it, I'm sure. This sport is very easy to fall in love with. 

You know that you are not starting at the optimal age. 
We all know that, however, you still want to do it. It's probably becoming a consuming passion in your life, and you don't really give a damn how old you are. You're emotionally invested at this point, and you're not going to stop.

That's where one of your first problems starts to surface. You see, there almost no literature floating around the weightlifting world about how to train and compete successfully when you're older. Most of the coaches and researchers in the sport don't really care about older athletes. They're focused on producing world and Olympic champions. That means their efforts are all going to be centered around athletes who start training in their teenage years (or earlier) and reach their peak in their early 20s. That's when you're physically ready for the big time, because your hormones and other physiological qualities are the highest they're ever going to be in your life. 
   
  . . . all of the weightlifting information you've researched doesn't really have much application to you. You're in your 30s, 40s, 50s or whatever, and the only training material you can find is structured for athletes who are 20-30 (50!) years younger than you. So what does this mean? 

Unfortunately, it often leads to older athletes trying to use training programs they found online that are specifically designed for younger athletes. These old lifters are new to the sport and they often don't have much coaching or experience, so they have to resort to the trusty old internet to get some guidance. They follow the only programs they can find, which are not intended for anybody at an advanced age. In short, you've got a 42- year-old weightlifter trying to follow a program that's set up for a 22-year-old weightlifter.

Where does this lead? Many of you know the answer to that question already. It leads to overtraining, injury, and just a general feeling of being beat to hell all the time. 

I'll bet I just described a large majority of you. Listen, I have a pretty wide circle of acquaintances in weightlifting and I talk to older lifters all the time. Almost every single one of them tell me how beat up they are. Their joints hurt, they're not making progress, and the frustration is starting to really dig into them. Why are these people all so banged up? 

There are two main reasons: 

1) First of all, weightlifting is simply a very difficult sport. Regardless of what age you're at, 
it's physically grueling. 

2) They're overtraining. 

Seriously, just back up and think about this for a second. You've got an old person trying to follow the training program of a young person, and the old person's body simply can't keep up with it. It blows my mind how many people these days just can't understand this concept. [I was listening to one of Dave Tate's round-table talk deals online. The topic of TRT use came up. Apparently the big "name" guys who are "no longer on gear" run up to 7 grams a week].

When you're old, you can't do the things you used to when you were young. It's one of the simplest ideas in the galaxy, brothers and sisters. And if you try to use a young person's training volume when you're in your 30's and beyond there's an extremely high chance that your body isn't going to be able to handle it. Presto . . . you've got an overtrained athlete. 

On top of that, many of the coaches who are working with older athletes are often younger people themselves, so they've got absolutely no clue what it feels like to be old. And even if the coaches are older individuals, it's very likely they don't have a lot of personal experience with older weightlifting. If they were athletes themselves, they probably retired at a relatively young age like most people do, so they don't really have a complete grasp of what the body can and can't do in the aging years. Also, their coaching efforts, like the information we found on the internet, is all specifically directed towards young athletes who are trying to make the Olympic team. 

Sadly, there's one more piece of the puzzle that makes your weightlifting endeavors so challenging . . . 

Most people don't give a damn about you. Seriously, they're not interested in what you're doing. When coaches start their careers, they dream of producing Olympians. I don't think I've ever met a coach who said, "You know, I feel a burning passion to help 55-year-old people lift their own bodyweight." 

The general public is part of this, too. When they watch 
weightlifting they want to see massive Russian dudes clean & jerking 500 lbs. Or they want to watch the Crossfit games and see a half-naked hot chick snatching 185. Most of the world doesn't want to see lifters with gray hair, loose skin, and sagging breasts trying to split clean 138 pounds [great written image there!). 

In a nutshell, there aren't a lot of weightlifting resources for old people because nobody cares about them. 

I care, brothers and sisters. I'm one of you, for crying out loud. I'm in my 40's now, and my desire to be a weightlifter is just as strong as it was when I started the sport 26 years ago. I know how much this means to you, believe me. And I also know how frustrated most of you are, for the reasons we've just mentioned. 

That's why I'm writing this book. I want to help. You're going to get a lot of resources in here, and hopefully they'll give you a chance to extend your weightlifting career for as long as you want it to last. 

You've go GOALS, and nobody should think they're unimportant. I salute you for having the courage and passion to pursue one of the hardest sports in the world at a time in your life when you don't enjoy the same advantages you had when you were a kid. 

You deserve respect, and you also deserve legitimate information that will make you better. 

Those are the fundamental ideas behind this thing. 

I'd say it's a book well worth reading.


Enjoy Your Lifting! 


"The difference between the almost-right word and the right word is . . . the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning."
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31 comments:

  1. There's a companion book for this titled Olympic Weightlifting Programs for Masters and it is a good read as well (albeit more on the program side, rather than the informational side like Olympic Weightlifting for Masters.) I believe a lot of the programs were modeled around what John Thrush has done with Calpian Weightlifting and is a nice snapshot into both Matt and John's minds for programming. Both excellent reads! Matt is still a pretty damn strong single-ply powerlifter currently.

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    1. YES! Thanks Grey . . . I hadn't seen or heard of this book till now.

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  2. I read all of Foreman's books many years ago. The Masters Lifting book rambles on blog disjointed blog posts and is very void of actual useful information. A few of the interviews near the back of the book are good. When I reviewed the book for Amazon, Foreman personally attacked me and claimed I had no reason to critic his book since he had never heard of me. What kind of a guy does things like that? The same guy that signed all of his articles for the Catalyst Athletics website with a long paragraph of everything he ever did even remotely related to strength sports. Clearly a holier-than-thou, self important A-Hole.

    For the money the Jim Napier books, specifically the books on Masters Weightlifting, are superior to anything Foreman ever wrote. and Napier ACTUALLY was a champion and set records, not a want- to -be like Foreman. I wouldn't waste time and money on Foreman, unless it is to beat his ass. I mean that last part.

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    1. Fair enough - we feature posts from just about anyone in the strength world here (whether or not you think they're relevant or not.) No one is impressed with a typewriter tough guy who leaves comments like this as "Anonymous." I've interacted with Matt a couple of times and he's been pretty nice. I'll work on typing up some of Napier's stuff to help balance the scales. In the meantime I'd recommend a cigarette break and some deep breathing fella. Life's too short to get butt hurt about stuff on the internet.

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    2. Excerpts:
      https://ditillo2.blogspot.com/2022/01/overtraining-jim-napier-stress-and.html
      https://ditillo2.blogspot.com/2022/07/conscious-vs-unconscious-jim-napier.html
      Full downloads:
      https://pdfcoffee.com/the-sport-of-weightlifting-series-book-one-conscious-vs-pdf-free.html
      https://www.scribd.com/document/502691510/Weightlifting-How-to-Lift-and-Train-Like-a-World-Champion-nodrm
      https://pdfcoffee.com/masters-weightlifting-comprehensive-training-guide-m35-plus-to-w35-plus-nodrm-pdf-free.html
      https://pdfcoffee.com/weightlifting-how-squats-and-pulls-assist-performance-nodrm-pdf-free.html

      There's a few more by Mr. Napier.

      Hey, no big . . . personal differences, experiential luggage and all that.
      I sometimes wish I had done enough with my life so far to warrant at least a few ass-kickings.

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  3. LOL. I met Mr. Foreman a decade ago at a meet. Weird guy, appeared mentally unstable or something. I could certainly see Mr. Foreman going after a guy on the internet for not liking/approving his writing. At the meet I saw Mr. Foreman at, one of his lifters was called for a pressout and he went after the officials for calling it since he thought that a Novice or beginner meet, should not have as strict rules. I sometimes use the split due to injuries sustained in Viet Nam and I get called for knee touch and sometimes pressout. Rules are rules. You know who is a great guy? Greg Everett. Always answers questions. For me, the jury is out on Foreman, he's very similar to Brooks Kubik, a legend in his own mind. Cheers buddy.

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    1. Cheers! Why does that single, simple word make me so thirsty.

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    2. Does Mr. Kubik write his own comedic material?
      It's outstanding!

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    3. Yes, I believe it's self-written, even the amazing comedy-sketch videos.
      By the way, is Matt Furey still a living thing?
      Beautiful stuff, laughs guaranteed.
      It's hard to top . . .
      https://www.mattfurey.com/dao-zou/

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    4. Kubik's "log-on-a-beach" comedy bits are great.
      Let's all just walk out the door and head for a beach with tide-brought logs lying around all over
      right now. How functional, how practical, how funny!

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    5. Honestly, all my comedic attempts and add-ons pale in the shadow of these Masters throughout the history of lifting. They're genetically-built to make people laugh at everything they say and do, damnit.
      I CAN'T COMPETE WITH THESE GUYS! NOT FOR LOVE OR MONEY!!!

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  4. Foreman's books are okay, Napier's books are superior. I've read Kubik, inflated sense of worth for sure. Best book on strength is "Rock, Iron,Steel by Steve Justa. I liked Charniga's stuff even though he thought nobody knew anything except him. Live the good life boys and lift for yourself, not others. later.......

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    1. Cheers to that last line!

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  5. I don't read much about the health aspects of being an older lifter really. The ads I get online tell me all I need to know.
    Yesterday I was doing Tai Chi Walking while getting a colonoscopy and eating a bag of avocados washed down with two gallons of store-bought water while furiously searching for a public loo. Too late again, but my health will thank me for all my efforts.

    It's a bit of a bother finding a training partner, I admit, but as they say, growing old ain't for pussies,
    it's for idiots.

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  6. Interesting training-for-health protocol there, especially the mobile-colonoscopy™©.
    Do you shave regularly or are ya still being mistaken for a dog with a bad case of worms?
    I had a drunken uncle, rest his (preserved in spirits) soul, who was into something similar.
    This guy, this drunken uncle of mine, was very strong for a elderly man who couldn't stand up
    without falling back down and had a bloody shite-filled garden hose in his butt the entire last two years of his life.
    T.E.H.O. and N.O.ME. Yes, TEHO NOME . . .
    To each his own and no one owns me.
    Even if they write some training book.

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  7. Did your colostomy-lovin' drunken uncle ever use the term "split cleaning" in a joke?
    How about "log lifting"?
    Wandering the beach and hefting heavy "logs" found in the homeless encampment toilet pit?

    On a beach picking up shit, moving it from Point A to Point B and
    not starting a fire or building anything but a bloody bank account.

    I tell ya, if we could find a way to adjust the weight of those logs.
    Maybe make some kind of discs, make the stupid thing less awkward so you don't wind up fucking over your body?
    We could even make several, let's call them "lifts" and "exercises that can be done anywhere and don't call for any logs and such. "Bar bell" might be a good name for this new innovation.
    People actually follow these idiotic ideas?

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  8. I am still to this day surprised how hard it is to pull any humor out of this stiff weightlifting crap.
    We seem to take ourselves and others oh, so seriously
    even when dealing with the unimportant shite like lifting!
    Aren't we humans just something.

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    1. I for one am rather surprised at the lack of input here.
      Doesn't EVERYONE have a colostomy-lovin' drunken uncle
      they can relate to weightlifting in a small slice of humor?

      I am sure the log-liftin' lover of dinosaurs could make us laugh and smile with this topic.
      Such a pile of shite, this life.

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    2. Yes. It's a horribly dry and tiresome dead end in the main.
      But then . . . there's those beautiful sun-ups over your fucking lawn,
      grass glistening, children being kids, idiots like you making rules
      that drive us all into the hell of nonentity and "heaven" awaiting.

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    3. Hey, don't knock the dino-dimwits just because they suck at writing, creativity, original content and/or
      the ability to create a singular voice within the confines of their shoddy little hobby!

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    4. Bitter, bitter.
      I realize now the main reason for building the blog was to give me a place to insult others in a comments section never read. I am so proud of that! My legacy will remain . . . the body may rot out or be incinerated but my lasting lack of common sense and better judgement, hopefully, will remain!

      Fucking cunts.

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    5. Whatever, none of it adds up to anything in the end.
      Now then . . . I think, from personal experience, that an elder gentleman who still chooses to lift "heavy" will find great solace in the wonders of a One-Lift-a-Day layout with very large numbers of low-rep sets, none taken too close to max.
      But hell, what would I know. It's all really just a lark, spree, clear-to-me crock-a-crap.
      Please flush your detritus before leaving this planet and thank you so much.

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    6. PLEASE FLUSH YOUR DETRITUS BEFORE LEAVING THE PLANET AND THANK YOU SO MUCH.
      Ooh, I do like that one.
      Write a short story, no more than three or four pages, with THAT as the end line.
      And make it a part of the life of John Davis while he was in a closeted affair with Norb Schemansky.
      Boring fucks.

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    7. One lift a day layouts. If you're old enough to know that nothing you do matters in the least and it's all madness with a thin veneer of "logic" atop it all . . . well then, you realize there's no more "long run" or "cycling up and down" available to you anymore.

      Make a list of your favorite big lifts . . . e.g.:
      Press
      Squat
      Curl

      Low Incline DB Press
      Leg Press
      Row

      Dip
      Stiff-legged Deadlift
      Chin

      Push Press
      Overhead Squat
      Full Clean

      Clean & Jerk
      Power Squat
      High Pull
      et fucking cetera


      you see the pattern here, push, squat, pull . . . etc.
      The longer your list of favored big lifts is the less boring it may be for you.
      Or, the shorter your list of favored big lifts is the less boring it may be for you.
      You know all this already and if you don't it's not my fucking problem.


      It's simple. One lift a day, every day.
      Do sets of it all day, or all night
      or for half and hour
      or for what the fuck are ya
      an idiot that needs to be told this crap!

      What the fuck. Does it have to be written with characters like Teenage Tony who works only his arms?
      The old-and-wise gym owner who lays out the layout?
      Some horridly redundant scene-opener describing the locale?
      Fer fuck sake, you can fill in those empty-format blanks of non-writing training article writing yer fuckin' self.
      I hope you can by now, you Old Fart.
      Upper case, and no less on that.

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    8. Yes, all hail the OLD FUCKING FARTS OF ANTIQUATED LIFTING™©*
      Not acronym "OFFAL" you moron. That'll never sell.
      The ones no one cares to hear from who carry the truth of natural aging
      sans doctors, sans priests and above all sans any form of a god.
      You know who you are, and who you aren't anymore.
      Yay with a dash of Yippee on the side, Soldier.

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    9. One Lift a Day For Old Fucks . . . a training article
      with a cockroach as the main character.
      Or maybe a 30-foot sturgeon awakening from 40 years of self-imposed suspended animation in the mud of a dying river . . . that could work. Granted, it's no Teenage Tony who only works his arms, but it could work.
      And then get tossed in the bin with the rest of your wasted life, you fucking idiot.
      Types like you wouldn't have it any other way.

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    10. Many, MANY years ago I used to see a guy called the "Hitman" workout in a dive gym here in Minneapolis. I was told he was a janitor at a school and his name was either Rik or Erik Hearns. He got the nickname from Tomas "Hitman" Hearns the boxer. The only thing I know about him was that he was a Soldier Of Fortune and had fought in Rhodesia. Anyway, this guy worked out every single day. Sometimes he would work a single lift a week straight alternating between off the floor, different heights in the rack for squat and deadlift. I even saw him using the bench press on a universal machince for deadlift one day. Well, Jerry Jones was going to put on this meet called the North Star Open and we wanted Hearns to lift in it. He said if I bought him a supper he would max out in the gym. So, I aggreed and he said he would max out in a couple of days. I didn't see him for a while and he showed up one day and said he was ready. He was around 5'8 and he stepped on the scale in clothes and weight just under 200 lbs. He would have made the 198 class. He squatted in bowling shoes with a thin leather belt and a wrestling singlet. He made a fairly easy 600 on a third attempt. In the bench he 450 on a third, it wasn't real hard but an effort. In the deadlift He opened with 650 and nearly fell over backwards, it came up that fast. He jumped to 725 and made that and then I noticed he was deadlifting in the same bowling shoes he had squatted in. 750 was difficult but he made it. I had seen him doing lockouts in the rack with over 1000 several times so I figured he could get 700+ off the floor. Then, he siad he wanted to test his Olympic Lifts. In the same bowling shoes he power snatched 275 and power cleaned and jerked 365. I asked him how often he trained power lifts and he said he did them at the school on his lunch break in street clothes. We went to KFC for supper. I had finally worked up the nerve to ask him if he took steroids and he said no but had thought about it. I had no reason to not believe him. He ate like an animal. I knew a teacher from the school Hearns worked at that told me Hearns at every meal at the school. He was given the left overs for his supper. His janitor job paid little more than minimum wage and he rode a bike and the bus often. The gym owners kids went to the same school Hearns worked and he let Hearns lift there for free. I am not sure what happened to him. Some say when Kosovo was happening that he went to fight and didn't return. He looked like a Viking to me. Long blonde hair and huge fu manchu moustache. One day I saw him pinched grip a 100lb plate and raise it to about waist level until he added his other hand to put it on the bar. I used to give him my old muscle magazines. He was a quiet giant. And he liked to listen to AC/DC. His name came up the other day. Llike Schemansky, you get to admire the guy all over again when you recall his name. That is the way it should be.

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    11. Thanks for posting that . . . I LOVE IT!

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    12. I lifted in the North Star Meet a couple of times. I heard a few stories about "The Hitman" as he was called. I heard some idiot loudmouth in his gym was making fun of some smaller lifter and the bully was squatting with three plates and Hearns, watching the guy run his mouth, walked over to the squat rack and took out the three plates and pressed it three times while in street clothes. Then turned to the stunned bully lifter and said, "asked him to be more respectful of others." I heard The Road Warriors were at that gym training and ignored everyone but Hearns. Around 1985 I asked Jerry Jones who was the strongest guy pound for pound he knew of and he said a local gym lifter who was once a mercenary. That says a lot coming from Jones since he knew Don Reinhoudt, Bill Kazmaier, Mel Hennessey, Mike Bridges, Jim Rush, Rickey Crain, Jim Cash, Don Blue. Larry Pacifico and many others. Of Jones was supplying most of these guys also, you know what I mean. https://www.chicagotribune.com/1988/02/07/steroid-problem-muscles-its-way-into-younger-crowd/

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    13. The Hitman not named Brett.
      It's great to be able to carry some strength for a while, ain't it!
      Street clothes and bowling shoes . . . what's not to love?

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    14. Awesome memories and they’re enjoyed immensely.

      Anyhow, shit don’t change but our view of it does.

      My first “real” gym after basement lifting was a small-city Y. A Couple older guys (not really all that old come to think of it now, shit don’t change but. . . as they say), well, they ran the place.

      The lighter-weight guy, likely in his mid-thirties then, was a bodybuilder/gymnast; older dude (maybe forty or so tops) was a strength-and-yer-bulk type.

      Real self-righteous pair.
      Looking back now I gotta laugh.

      The fucking lighter dude, walking around on his hands with an upside down smile that was something like what you’d see next to an organ grinder . . . that chimp smile . . . so proud of teaching itself tricks . . . cigar-smokin’ barrel-a laughs smile with those distant eyes that, looking back, were likely blank, vacant, doll-like.

      But yeah, this fuckin’ guy loved to walk around on his hands in that little windowless, less-than-dungeon gym.

      The large fella. Came outta the showers one time and it was the first time I saw a man who coulda used a freakin’ brassiere. Hey, I was very impressed, no shit, but hell, just a kid still.

      No matter. That was the first nail on my own absurd bodybuilding cross. Very attached to it all after that in some odd way. It’s fun to look back and see what assholes we all are and may still be, but not them blind guys who never learn much ever and choose to remain the same swill till their fetid corpses are

      Whoa now!

      Try again . . .

      It’s always a treat to listen to people who still respect the same shit they did when they were young. The stamina involved is incredible, especially when you consider for a moment the possibility that once your soul gets old enough it’s ALL shit.

      Not much of a punchline, but hell,
      humor’s such a beautifully subjective and often subtle affair . . .
      Admire WHAT?
      There's NOTHING on Earth that ain't destined for the slagheap
      and memories of no-longers or a heaven in some easter bunny land won't change that one bit.
      Yes. So let's Get READY to ROT with the best of 'em.

      Oops.

      Ah, what the fuck.
      It's all a fucking joke in the ender so
      let's bloody well laugh our way to the grave. I mean . . .
      What else is there, Peggy Lee?

      Oops.

      Seriously, now we silly word-fanciers need a noir lifting character with a mindset like that.
      A training article so brutal in its depiction of the end-stage that no one on their right mind would
      ever enter into the lifting catastrophe.

      Better yet . . . and it'll take a lot of elongated shadows in the filming . . .
      Someone write a screenplay and contact Nicolas Cage's handlers asap.




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