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Hailee 2023-05-07 22:42:02
The plot is weak, the performance is mediocre, there is no spark between the protagonists, the only bright spot is The L Word's...
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Electa 2023-04-30 04:47:39
This is so good for CP! There is also the sentence that likes the number one hot comment because her sentence is completely applicable to all couples. Well, this is the best performance that does not discriminate against...
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Ola 2023-04-24 11:57:29
The comradeship of ethnic minorities in the UK seems to be more rom-co than queer movies, covering many issues but expressing shallow tastes and even a little too superficial. anyway just a cheapsy and kitsch...
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Oscar 2023-04-07 12:01:03
I've been arguing with the girl for a long time about who t who p, Leyla's actor's eyes are so ecstasy that I always think she's p ah... scratching my head. The main line is beautiful and the supporting characters are annoying except for Leyla her sister XD. Playing tennis at the beginning, dancing later, and signing books and sending letters at the end are all my favorite...
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Eulalia 2023-03-19 10:49:31
Fair gay movie, plain...
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Deon 2023-03-06 11:11:28
The version I watched was only 75 minutes long!...
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Carrie 2023-02-27 13:40:02
It's actually a very accented movie...
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Carmine 2023-02-18 00:47:07
Lisa Ray and Sheetal Sheth, let's be...
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Eldridge 2023-02-01 23:30:47
freedom and open mind what will you...
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Jennifer 2023-01-25 07:58:48
If this film tells us: the crematorium in the closet, come out of the closet is light! The story of a scumbag who looks like T hooked up with a mother T who looks like P and then dumped her and ran back to get engaged to the fourth fiancé... Her father, her boyfriend and her sister almost moved me to tears. Nice girl. In addition, there are very few bed scenes! Mother T becomes so brave, direct and dick = = rich is good...
I Can't Think Straight Comments
Extended Reading
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Tala: [writing a letter to Leyla] Every night I empty my heart, but by morning it's full again. Slowly, droplets of you seep in through the night's soft caress. But don't I overflow with thoughts of us, an aching pressure that gives me no respite. Love cannot be contained; the neat packaging of desire splits asunder, spilling crimson through my days, long languishing days that are now bruised, tender with yearning, spent searching for a fingerprint, a scent, a breath you left behind.
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Tala: Come here. Dance with me.
Leyla: I can't. I have absolutely no sense of rhythm.
