God occasionally took a slack and entrusted someone's fate to a certain writer.
Every time Emma imagined death I thought it was real.
The cakes and desserts look really delicious.
Emma Thompson shrank his shoulders, thin, frowning, chin tucked in, his eyes lifted like he was hiding from glasses that didn't exist. Embarrassed biting the pen. Spit into the napkin in your hand and put the cigarette in to put it out.
I always thought that the ending was Masterpiece finished, life finished. It turned out
to be a comedy ending. Just like the rewritten novel.
"It's OK." "I could take an OK."
Must say the whole movie is OK because of the OK ending.
But there's still Emma.
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