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Lucinda 2022-01-19 08:02:14
Here, slowly appreciate life
When CCTV’s weekend home theater was showing this film, I happened to be free, so I watched it intact. A very good film, it brings people a lot of thinking, and I feel a lot of emotion under my thoughts.
It is said that Mike Nichols, the director of "The Ward of Mind", has just won this year's... -
Monica 2022-01-19 08:02:14
Don't ask who the death knell is ringing for, it will ring for you!
"Knowing My Heart" was seen once in the school's medical ethics class before. At that time, I tried to write a film review from the perspective of ethics. I saw some new feelings when I watched it again. From the perspective of doctor-patient communication.
The film mainly describes a series of...
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Destin 2022-03-26 09:01:12
Emma Thompson's performance is moving / I can watch Susie and Vivian alone / John Dawn is a belief in my heart, but I really don't want to hear these complicated explanations, so I deduct one star.
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Lorena 2022-03-20 09:02:42
Isn't it grand? It's not the grand beauty; it's the grand embarrassment. Non è la grande bellezza, è il grande imbarazzo.
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