Woody Allen's films have a kind of, um, pretentious literary taste. But whenever Woody Allen, the former uncle, is now the uncle, ah, no, no, it should be said that whenever this talker appears, I can't help but feel a sense of intimacy. If you ask me if this movie is good? I feel bad. It's often a cliché about a man's love for a woman's love. However, the soundtrack of the film is just right, Bai is witty and humorous, and the composition of the picture makes people feel very comfortable. Also, in the image below, although normal composition should not place the subject on the tight edge, the few minutes of this whimsical shot are full of fun. Only then did I know that Woody Allen is a fan of Bergman (what? You say he is also a Fellini fan? I don't care, I'm not a Fellini fan), yes, this old man has taste haha.
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