Hot, cramped, sleepy, bipolar.
More than half of the story, almost at the end, I was thinking about what I watched for an hour. Most of the time, the author was in a daze in the room, or facing the typewriter, and the clumps of paper seemed to be stuck.
Mosquitoes in summer, glue melted by heat, fat man melted by heat. The boss of the film company began to praise Funk to the sky, but when Fink encountered the inspiration of the raid, he excitedly told his agent that he might write his best and most important work, but the studio owner did not buy it.
It seems that all the contradictions and confusions in the early stage have not been resolved. The protagonist came to a beach again and saw the girl who has been in the photo in front of him. The life and death of his family are uncertain, his proud works are criticized for nothing, and he can't even leave Hollywood. Everything is like the unopened package with the mystery inside.
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