This film is one of my few strong recommendations, but I don’t think it’s like watching it again. Those lengthy pursuits and the troublesome problems of rushing back to the town due to emergencies but not being able to return to the country. There are also beautiful scenery along the way, but the mission and mentality are very different. The dusty suburbs of Mexico and the traffic lights that have passed countless times made me want to die in despair. I would rather live well at home than such a Fucking Travel. It's like saying that your life is wonderful enough, but you are willing to let the wonderful past pass, and smile.
What is intolerable? Running around for crime is a nightmare in life, and love that is difficult to get along with is a light in the nightmare. So, you can live and have love, and you can be killed without a single shot?
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