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Terrill 2022-01-22 08:03:19
We are connected
It's not the first time to watch this film for more than 100 minutes composed of several seemingly independent clips and several seemingly unrelated characters.
The year before last there was "Ten minutes older" (Ten minutes older), which contained fifteen short stories of ten minutes:... -
Creola 2022-01-22 08:03:19
The life that was pulled everywhere
There are fewer and fewer long shots, which undoubtedly poses a challenge to film, actors, directors, and all related people. It is also a challenge for the audience, who have to go over some lengthy clips, sometimes not knowing the so-called bridges, improvisations of actors, and often swaying...
Rodrigo García
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Carmine 2022-04-23 07:04:16
9 stories. There is a very deep impression, a couple went to a friend's new home to play. During the period, the woman said why she didn't come last week, and the man said: "Isn't it okay not to talk about it?" Woman: They're our best friends, that's okay. Man: Then let me tell you something about having children. Woman: Don't talk about it. Man: They're our best friends, that's okay. The man started talking, and then the woman went crazy.
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Leann 2022-04-24 07:01:23
Nine women, nine lives. Each has a different grief. Rather, life itself is full of ravages.
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Holly: Hey, what was that, um- that song we used to sing form pre-school? You know, the one about the- the planting of the seeds?
[sniffs]
Holly: You know, you know, um, ah- wi- wi- "with fertile ground"?
Vanessa: I don't know.
Holly: Come.
[laughs]
Holly: Sing-a-long, you know it.
Vanessa: Um, it's -
[singing]
Vanessa: "Inch by inch..."- right?
Holly: Yeah.
Holly, Vanessa: [singing] "Row by row, I'm gonna make this garden grow. All it takes is a rake and a hoe, and a piece of fertile ground. Pulling weeds, pickin' stones, we are made from dreams and bones. I need a place to call my home, when rain comes tumblin' down".
[they both sob]
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Marisa: Who are you?
Sandra: Sandra.
Marisa: My daughter's name is Sandra. How old are you?
Sandra: Thirty-seven, mom.
Marisa: She's younger.
