Indian movies are really great, compared to our domestically produced movies that are extremely dull and insincere. The majority are mentioned here, of course there will be exceptions to everything. What impressed me the most and moved me the most so far is "Three Fools Havoc in Bollywood". In the process of searching for a friend who has lost contact, it tells us the warm story of friendship, family love, and the pursuit of dreams. Just like this movie, it started with a story of a pregnant woman looking for her husband. I seem to have seen a lot of them, nothing more than being kidnapped, murdered, the worst is elopement with someone, or if a middle-aged man suddenly awakened in life and abandoned his son to pursue his heart. Yes, the man I am talking about here seems to be Van Gogh. As the story progresses step by step, the initial conjectures are rejected one by one, and the final ending seems to be ready to come out, but it is still covered by heavy fog, which is also one of the reasons that attract the audience to concentrate on watching. Searching for the answer is one of the innumerable instincts of mankind, and it has also forged today's civilization to the greatest extent.
Ana holding Vidia's hand in the downtown area, one of the behind-the-scenes hand holding a gun followed closely behind. This is the second climax of the film. The first one is that a killer with a murder weapon follows Vidia, but kills passers-by by mistake. Pedestrians rushed away from Ana and Vidia. They walked swiftly and looked back. I held my breath in front of the screen, and the whole person seemed to enter the screen, feeling a slight heat from the beating heart. Ana fought with the black hand behind the scenes, a gunshot sounded, and Vidia was panicked, the black hand behind the scenes shot in the chest and fell in front of her. The truth that Ana was collected by the Intelligence Agency is revealed here, and everyone believes that he accepts this job for Vidia.
Widia wore a traditional red saree and squeezed into the Durga celebration crowd to meet someone who could give her husband back. The streets were crowded with celebratory crowds, and the statue of Goddess Durga stood high above. This goddess, regarded as the representative of the great mother, saw all the people at her feet. Vidia looked at Mulan. The two were only a few steps away. Is he the husband who escaped? Or just look the same? Suddenly Vidia rushed forward to pull Mulan's clothes. At that moment, I couldn't help thinking that this was a desperate woman trying her best to find an answer, nothing more. The moment before, Mulan, who seemed to be somewhat literate, raised her foot, and Vidia was kicked a few steps away, kneeling on the ground and holding her huge belly with her hands, there was no blood on the ground. This is a strong child, right in my heart, it is Vidia's hands on her abdomen and her swift movement to throw a fake belly aside, and at the same time pull the hairpin on her head and insert it on her feet. Perhaps because of this unexpected move, Mulan couldn't make any response, and a blood hole appeared on her body and neck. He clutched the wound on his neck, looked at Vitia like the nemesis in horror with his eyes, staggering back and fleeing. Vidia picked up the wall where Mulan had fallen to the ground and followed it calmly and firmly.
I actually managed to have a child in my stomach! Even after two years have passed, Vidia is still living the beautiful days when she did not lose her husband. She didn't want to go out, and she couldn't go out. When she sat in front of her husband’s boss and told everything, countless candles had been lit at the scene of the subway tragedy two years ago. In the swaying candlelight, the agent in the photo smiled very contentedly. At that moment, he must be thinking of his beautiful wife and his upcoming son. None of this will happen, and everything will come to light. But maybe they are really happily heading to the next stop, in a landscape that only they know.
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