Ben Willisis a student at the art school. After being dumped by his girlfriend Susie, he started to suffer from insomnia. In order to kill the long time at night, he decided to go to a local supermarket for the evening shift. There, he met all kinds of people. During the boring night shift work hours, he used his extremely rich imagination to imagine his colleagues and customers as the role of the story weaving in his mind. He fantasizes that time "temporarily pauses" and can freeze the artistic beauty of the world in order to appreciate the beauty of the world and the characters carefully and calmly. He is particularly sensitive to the beauty of the less talkative female cashier Sharon, and it seems that a solution to this insomnia can be found in this girl
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Cashback movie plot
2022-04-22 06:01
Extended Reading
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Ben Willis: You can speed it up. You can slow it down. You can even freeze a moment, but you can't rewind time. You can't undo what is done. I thought about what she had seen. I thought about what she hadn't seen. I thought about how I could explain, but the more I thought about it, the more I knew nothing I could say would make her anger go away. How long could I just wait here, delaying the inevitable?
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Ben Willis: It take approximately 500 lbs to crush a human skull. But the human emotion is a much more delicate thing. Take Suzy, my first real girl friend. My first real break-up, happening right in front of me. I never thought it was going to be similar to a car crash. I've slammed the breaks, and I'm skidding toward an emotional impact. So, is this all my fault? Me, Ben Willis. It's funny what goes through your mind at a time like this. The two and a half years we spent together. The promises we made. The holidays we took with her parents. The lamp we bought at IKEA together.
Ben Willis: It was my final year at art college. And in the weeks that followed the break-up, I tried to figure out what went wrong. Why did we break-up? It's funny, but when I think back now, the reasons seem so small. One day she's with me and she's saying I love you, and the next week she's with someone else, probably saying the same thing. So did she really love me? What is love, anyway? And is it really that fleeting?