There’s a great line from the early-’80s song “I Confess” by the English Beat in which the singer, right after acknowledging—almost bragging—that he’s ruined three lives, says he didn’t care until “I found out that one of them was mine.” You could think of Ira Sachs’ half-funny, half-melancholic Passages as a riff on that line, a story of three people not necessar…
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