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Kattie 2022-03-22 09:02:54
"Leaves of Grass"~~The hustle and bustle of the soul and the fall of the soul under the appearance of tranquility~~~
"Where there is soil, there is growth, and where there is growth, there is grass." The nineteenth-century American writer Whitman's "Leaves of Grass" got its name from this sentence, and this film comes from the An extension of Whitman's "Leaves of Grass". Whitman discussed the formation of the... -
D'angelo 2022-03-25 09:01:22
weird dentist
Ben Edward Norton came to watch this film and thought the dentist in it was very interesting. This seemingly middle-class dentist has a messy life, the old clinic is full of debts, the new clinic has not yet opened, and the family did not ask his mother to borrow money for a penny. , has completely...
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Shana 2022-03-17 09:01:09
I fucking kneel for Norton's acting. . It can suppress Sarandon's aura to such a low level. .
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Michale 2022-03-19 09:01:10
Three and a half stars, not far from good. There are a lot of coincidences in the design, constantly making the story out of reality, but again and again wanting to tell life. He talked a lot of truth, but he didn't seem to say anything. Those so-called truths were not as good as real life. I don't like that changing everything can only be premised on death, at least it seems too essential.
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Janet: You still leaving tomorrow.
Bill Kincaid: I think so.
Janet: I'll miss you.
Bill Kincaid: And we barely know each other.
Janet: "You have not known what you are. You have slumbered upon yourself all your life. Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time. What you have done returns already in mockeries. The mockeries are not you. Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk."
Bill Kincaid: [absorbing what she'd just quoted] Who was that?
Janet: Walt Whitman.
Bill Kincaid: I don't think I ever imagined hearing him recited to me by a girl gutting a 40 pound catfish.
Janet: That's exactly how he should be recited. He wrote without rhyme or meter. Free verse. Just whatever he felt inside coming out in one intricate rhythm. Pure unashamed passion, without definable restriction.
Bill Kincaid: I'm sorry, see, I have a few issues with that.
Janet: Why?
Bill Kincaid: Because some have dared to suggest that even poetry has rules.
Janet: Or you make your own.
Bill Kincaid: Right there, that's the part I never bought into.
Janet: Because?
Bill Kincaid: If everybody runs around making their own rules, how can you ever find what's true? There's nothing... there's nothing to rely on.
Janet: "One night, I split my cicada skin, devoured your leaves, knowing no poison, no law of nourishment in that larval blindness, a hunger finally true."
Bill Kincaid: Who's that?
Janet: That's me.
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Brady Kincaid: I ain't gonna manufacture or purvey anything that I ain't gonna ingest into my own sweet self.
