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Marshall 2022-04-21 09:03:34
I can't bear to give a low score. The plot is really weak. Is Daniel really a gal, a little old man with a beard in a military uniform instead of glasses. Since you are short-sighted and can't join the army, don't go there. As a result, you have to bow down and commit crimes in a pool of blood and rain. It's all a patriotic lunatic whose father fuels the flames. Actors are quite...
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Ulises 2022-04-21 09:03:34
Heroes only appear in stories, and those who fight on the battlefield are your relatives. Even if you can control your emotions like the British, you can't bear the burning pain of "but I miss...
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Destini 2022-04-21 09:03:34
Ugh. . . poor father. ....
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Alexandria 2022-04-21 09:03:34
Once again proved that glasses are the body of the...
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Damian 2022-04-21 09:03:34
Bullets fly past my ears, like angry bees, the real feeling of...
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Laurianne 2022-04-21 09:03:34
Bland and touching thanks to the vivid interpretation of the father's...
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Elvie 2022-04-21 09:03:34
I was asked to write a review of the film in English. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ....
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Nichole 2022-04-21 09:03:34
When I watched it before, I thought it was quite out of HP, but I was not impressed, I remember that he died in the end = = It seems that the shells flew...
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Liana 2022-04-21 09:03:34
The movie is ok, I just don't feel it....
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Krystal 2022-04-20 09:02:39
A film full of emotions, good photography, good script, and the actors are...
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.
