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Vincenza 2022-01-19 08:01:49
People book
Jet black hair, thick ink writing, faded lonely clothes, filling this lingering hair and skin.
Like water, like ink, it falls on the eyelashes, drop by drop, moisturizing the delicate body.
The lingering, stretched out in the other body, my bestow.
My name. Your body.
My body. Your name....A -
Jensen 2022-01-19 08:01:49
Obscenity can also have a sense of beauty like this
People who feel filthy about sex can watch this film, because you will yearn for sex from now on, and maybe you will even imagine meeting a man or woman like the one in the film.
People who have a beautiful vision of sex can also Go watch this film, because maybe you will doubt all the beauty of...
Judy Ongg
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Madeline 2022-01-19 08:01:49
With such a concept first, the film that should be saved by ritualized audiovisual was completely dismantled by the collage-style Greenaway modernism. So after playing with Peter in Cannes for a few years, this movie is still a concern.
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Aidan 2022-01-19 08:01:49
Qingzi, played by Wu Junmei, is really a selfish and cowardly woman, especially in the emotional game, she has never had the courage to increase her weight. Whether she is fleeing Japan or far away from Hong Kong, when she is in control of her marriage and love, she looks like a doting girl who is ill. She only cares about her own gains and losses, ignoring the efforts behind them. Family feud, hatred, freedom, happiness, she is just accepting it. She used her art to disguise her own wandering corpse, to squeeze her shaky self-esteem, and use calligraphy and memories to package the memorial service that regretted her father and lover. It was no different from the weak literati who used a cold pen to kill others. 7.0
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