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Jamar 2023-09-13 14:57:12
The whole thing is unintelligible, the so-called aesthetic stream of consciousness is just a scene worth watching, and it also has 10,000 cannon fodder and...
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Dillon 2023-09-10 07:58:07
Being handsome is still...
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Ashtyn 2023-09-07 04:21:39
= = Constantly thinking about Xiaowenchuan.. I have suffered this kind of sensational.. The ending is what I want.. So I am satisfied--(Thinking about it afterwards, I still feel...
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Monserrate 2023-08-26 03:13:22
Personally like this...
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Malvina 2023-08-17 01:28:55
Williams is so...
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Jaydon 2023-08-16 17:52:30
EwanMcGregor and MichelleWilliams continue their passion for playing betrayal games...more passionate...Ewan is still handsome and good at...
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Hilton 2023-08-14 21:54:03
A movie that feels similar to "The Valley of Elah". The mother who lost her child is really the most pitiful person in the world.... The plot is very simple and the interpretation is rich and worth...
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Garfield 2023-07-19 02:05:59
Well, tell me this isn't a story about a black-hearted Chelsea fan who killed an Arsenal fan... (I'm the guy who always gets the point...
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Burnice 2023-07-18 10:49:05
Michelle's figure totally impressed me. It's just that Ivan is getting...
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Ofelia 2023-07-15 08:58:39
There are so many memories of a child calling Mommy at the beach that it is too...
Incendiary Comments
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Young Mother: I've heard it said that grief is like an animal to some. With a life of its own and we are at its mercy. I don't know about that. Grief is the stillness of the world the moment my boy left it. It's that quiet rain that never stops falling. They say that grief transforms us. I know it's transforming me, but into what?
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[first lines]
The Boy: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Go...
The Boy: Mummy you blinked, I won.
Young Mother: Yes you did. Now in you get. Tomorrow we're going to the sea-side.
Young Mother: [narration - boy running on the beach] So, if I'm going to show you my life, better start here. My boy, in Camber Sands. Why this and why now? I'll come back to that.
The Boy: Mummy!
Young Mother: [narration] A force of nature was what the midwife called him when he came howling into this world four years ago. And he hasn't stopped since.
The Boy: Mummy!
Young Mother: [narration] Me and him spend a lot of time together on account his Dad is a right miserable bugger. To be fair, he wasn't always miserable. Or maybe he was and I just didn't see it. I wouldn't be the first one in my family to have her knickers charmed off her by some fellow in the Army. Any way, for better or worse, I got my boy and he got me.
The Boy: [dangling a sand worm] Mummy! Mummy!
Young Mother: [narration] I remember my Mum took me to Camber Sands once. The one day she was sober. It was drizzling then too. "Gets you out of the house, don't it?", she said.
Young Mother: [narration - on train] And that quiet rain fell all the way home.
Young Mother: [narration - London street] My gran told me that Adolf Hitler did us a favour when he bombed London. His incendiary bombs made the hole in Barnett Grove that they built our tower blocks in. And London burned with incredible noise and fury. It was on account of Adolf, she said, that we get a nice view with the Georgian Gems on the other side of the street, where the bomb missed.
The Boy: Mummy. I'm running, I'm running really far. Come on, catch me!
Young Mother: [calling to him] Careful. If you think I can't see you in there, you're mad.
Young Mother: [narration] We bought our flat off the Council. Smells of chip fat. But Lenny says it will be a good investment one day, because it's within a stone's throw of the city. Third generation of tower block dwellers, we are. If you're interested just type in Chav, Pikey or Ned, and you'll find us in council estates all over London. Favourite food: Chicken Kiev, favourite TV programme: Top Gear, Religion? Arsenal Football Club.
