If this review was written in pencil, there must be traces of repeated erasers. Because after thinking about it, I can't think of any pretentious sentence to open the review of The book thief.
It is not a truth film that makes you realize that you are heartbroken, but a film that spends your mind on three-dimensionalizing every character. Just as Max taught Liesel to describe the weather with the "if eyes could talk" hypothesis, the film managed to put me on the streets of paradise in WWII Germany, by the windows of Liesel's house and by a small lake with nothing but rudy and liesel. Read the whole story.
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