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Cale 2022-04-22 07:01:54
Just after watching the Sex and the City series, I turned around and opened a movie and saw that Samantha was playing Harry Potter's mother. This kind of situation of seeing the same actor in an unrelated film and television in a short period of time appeared in my movie watching history. It's happened many times, don't know why, but I don't think it's a...
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Adalberto 2022-04-22 07:01:54
Reminds me of the Korean War, and what happened to Chinese fighters is similar. It also reminds me of parents who lost their children studying...
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Jamil 2022-04-22 07:01:54
May be I don't understand the...
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Joyce 2022-04-22 07:01:54
Seeing things and thinking about feelings hurts the most, but you still have to take responsibility for your own...
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Evie 2022-04-22 07:01:54
A good subject, but handled mediocrely, always interrupting the narrative at a dramatic high point and cutting to another scene kind of spoils the...
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Owen 2022-04-22 07:01:54
Can partial facial expressions elevate the height of a...
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Davonte 2022-04-22 07:01:54
A total collapse of the...
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Blanche 2022-04-22 07:01:54
Watched for the egg mud, the film is very general, just, there is nothing...
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Quinn 2022-04-22 07:01:54
This father's psychological quality is really strong, and it was the last manifestation of the so-called aristocratic spirit during World War...
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Alexys 2022-04-21 09:03:34
Thought provoking hopeless...
My Boy Jack Comments
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Rudyard Kipling: [after being informed of Jack's death] By all accounts he was very brave, so few of us have the opportunity to play our part properly. But he did. He achieved what he set out to achieve.
Caroline Kipling: He must have been in such awful pain.
Rudyard Kipling: If you talked to wounded soldiers they would tell you the pain only sets in later. So, he was lucky. I was done with quickly.
Caroline Kipling: Don't tell me he was lucky! He wasn't lucky, or... or Brave, or happy! Jack was eighteen years and 1 day old! He died in the rain, he couldn't see a thing, he was alone! You can't persuade me that there's any glory in that!
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Caroline Kipling: [crying] I miss him.
Rudyard Kipling: [bursts into tears] So do I.
Caroline Kipling: I can feel his head on my chest. I can feel his thick hair under my fingers. I can hear him laugh. I can feel his heat against me.
