35:22 I don’t really know how to talk about this film. It doesn’t feel right to say it’s “good” or “not good.” That kind of language feels too light for something like this. So many of the images weren’t just recreated—they were real. And what’s harder to sit with is that these kinds of moments aren’t over. They’re still happening, somewhere, to someone. War didn’t end with the film. I keep feeling like the more I try to describe it, the more it turns into a kind of consumption. Like I’m turning something heavy into something shareable, and that makes me uncomfortable. But I was really moved by Lee. Not in a dramatic way—just… the fact that she stayed. That she kept looking, kept documenting, even when everything in a person would probably want to turn away. There’s something about that kind of determination that stays with you. I guess I don’t have a conclusion. Just that I’m still thinking about it, and maybe I will be for a while.