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Alexzander 2022-04-22 07:01:48
The film was beautifully...
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Iliana 2022-04-22 07:01:48
The heroine's sexy version of Jodie Foster, the "I confess" awakening declaration is no different from The Outsider's, and the first battle is full of applause. Naomi's character is innocent after...
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Van 2022-04-22 07:01:48
Humph, I was envied by others╮( •́ω•̀ )╭ The ending is too fairy...
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Jeanne 2022-04-22 07:01:48
Boss, ugly. Forgot when and...
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Jedidiah 2022-04-22 07:01:48
I was so nervous at the end that it was a...
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Cordie 2022-04-22 07:01:48
This star is on the blood of the dog....
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Eldora 2022-04-21 09:03:05
The "prostitutes" who have talent, love, righteousness, personality, ideas, and education are a hundred times stronger than those Taoist guards who are full of benevolence, righteousness and morality but are actually extremely hypocritical. In the so-called history of civilization, progress and enlightenment, the separation of state and religion is undoubtedly an important step. I thought it was going to be a tragedy, but I'm glad that it didn't, but it was a real...
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Geraldine 2022-04-21 09:03:05
The ending is too ridiculous. . Even if so many people stand up in China, it will not be effective. . Not to mention how many people will stand up. ....
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Adolf 2022-04-21 09:03:05
The greatest capital is...
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Kole 2022-04-21 09:03:05
Oops. Why did I start watching it before I felt like I watched it...
Dangerous Beauty Comments
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Veronica Franco: There's not a man in Venice I can't have.
Marco Venier: And there's not a woman in Venice I can't have.
Veronica Franco: You cannot have me.
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Veronica Franco: I confess that as a young girl I loved a man who would not marry me for want of a dowry. I confess I had a mother who taught me a different way of life, one I resisted at first but learned to embrace. I confess I became a courtesan, traded yearning for power, welcomed many rather than be owned by one. I confess I embraced a whore's freedom over a wife's obedience. I confess I find more ecstacy in passion than in prayer. Such passion is prayer. I confess I pray still to feel the touch of my lover's lips. His hands upon me, his arms enfolding me... Such surrender has been mine. I confess I pray still to be filled and enflamed. To melt into the dream of us, beyond this troubled place, to where we are not even ourselves. To know that always, this is mine. If this had not been mine-if I had lived any other way-a child to her husband's will, my soul hardened from lack of touch and lack of love... I confess such endless days and nights would be a punishment far greater than you could ever mete out. You, all of you, you who hunger so for what I give yet cannot bear to see that kind of power in a woman. You call God's greatest gift-ourselves, our yearning, our need to love-you call it filth and sin and heresy... I repent there was no other way open to me. I do not repent my life.
