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Lucie 2022-04-24 07:01:23
The plot of the whole movie is quite bland, and there is nothing very dramatic. The female protagonist reveals that every time the male protagonist says what he thinks is weak, timid and stupid, and the male protagonist wears a yellow helmet to drive, which makes me laugh. . . The male protagonist's neuroticism is quite like that. The music inside is very good, and the whole atmosphere feels...
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Katheryn 2022-04-24 07:01:23
Life is a single skip for...
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Danielle 2022-04-23 07:04:17
Life is a happy past. Well, I like both male and female...
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Kody 2022-04-23 07:04:17
Life does not lead to despair, but passes by joy, (ps: the refreshing feeling of the combination of music and camera is a...
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Matilda 2022-04-23 07:04:17
In fact, it should be able to tell a very interesting...
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Winona 2022-04-23 07:04:17
The male protagonist with a quirky personality, Mandy Moore is indeed a beautiful...
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Linnea 2022-04-23 07:04:17
Some of the camera cuts are slightly redundant. Quirks are really nothing in the face of...
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Hollis 2022-04-23 07:04:17
Would you like to send me a starry...
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Wayne 2022-04-23 07:04:17
Male pig's feet are a mix of Spock and Andy...
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Kennedy 2022-04-23 07:04:17
The male lead's quirk is...
Dedication Comments
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Amely 2022-01-24 08:01:17
She is lovely
She is after all Mandy Moore, but didn't recognize her at first. She looks so different that my first impression of her reminds me of the leading actress in Secretary. She looks familiar anyway, in some other sense, not that prostitute kind of look as it appears. She is lovely as Rudy says for...
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Ebony 2022-01-24 08:01:17
Astronomical telescope and love in the starry night
Bright narrative, fresh style. Cool colors, flashbacks of thought fragments, emotional soundtracks, and the rhythm of the interval are just right. The skilled cult film skills have been successfully transplanted into the soft love movies one by one.
Looking at the credits, this is still director...
Dedication quotes
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Henry: I've spent my whole life... wanting something... and doing my very best not to find it. Never even going near the places it might be... And suddenly, I've got the goddamn thing practically chained around my neck.
Lucy: What are you talking about?
Henry: You. You. You're the, you're the... You're, you're- you're the goddamn thing. Ahhh, uh. I mean... You're, you're. I can't describe you... uhh, I don't, I don't write that kind of shit, I write... You know, the people who write, who write the real books, the love books, and the poems, and even those stupid little fucking novels with the hunky assholes on the cover...
Lucy: Stop...
Henry: You know it? You know what I'm talking about? You know - you're like Princess shit! You know? Fairytales. You know what I'm saying? The million guys are after and you're blinded by your beauty kind of shit. Real big stuff. You know, that just - even, we got the dick that kidnaps you and sticks you in a cave and you're guarded by a five-headed dragon, you know and the tales of your plight are spread throughout the land and all the guys go and put on their shoes so they can see what's up and none of them have the balls to save her except for me. I would go through anything... for you. And still, there I was looking for a way not to see it. Anything. Money...
Lucy: You stupid idiot.
Henry: Yeah.
Lucy: Yes.
Henry: Yeah... big fat stupid idiot.
Lucy: I hope you're better to the next one.
Henry: No - wait...
[he digs in his bag and decides not to give her the dedication to Simone, but grabs the pebble he had given her and then thrown back onto the beach and went back for later]
Henry: It was easy to find... it's the only one like it.
Lucy: You broke my heart, Henry. I don't think you can trust people. You always have to find something wrong. I'm just... I'm sorry. I'll miss you.
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Henry: I can't.
Lucy: Yes, you can.
Henry: We have to work.
Lucy: Right now?
Henry: Lucy, come on please. It's going to get very complicated. Ahh, it's going to get so complicated.
Lucy: Do you just genuinely dislike me, Henry?
Henry: A week ago, I didn't give a rat's ass about nebulas and now I can't get enough of them. Ok?
Lucy: Nebulae.
Henry: What?
Lucy: It's nebulae... not nebulas.
Henry: Ok, fine. I don't care about nebulas. You know accuse me of whatever you want, I'm probably guilty of it... contributing to global warming, and killing a squirrel once, and using the word retarded, and occasionally misinterpreted bigotry, but don't, don't... don't don't don't don't don't accuse me of not liking you. Ok?
Lucy: I understand.
