It's the second most impressive of all the thrillers I've seen so far.
It's also one of the few movies I wish I could treasure. There is another one, "Crossroads" in Thailand.
It's been a long time since I saw such a script that makes people feel pain for a long time. It's not even a thriller at the end.
The horror in this film is far less than the sadness and lingering that permeate every detail.
The driving force of all life, the beginning of all things, the origin of all hatred—is love.
It is such a deep love that it can completely imprint all kinds of a person in the mind.
whole mind and body. Completely. Maybe it's not a delusion anymore.
love so much. There is a sharp determination.
Rose red lotus, twin flowers. The boundaries between good and evil, good and evil are blurred.
In order to repay the pain of a broken family, my sister pays homage to the deceased relatives and the happiness of the death by splitting.
One side is heavy. One side is pure white. It happened in the big dark brown house.
A chain of weird things happened. Gore and bickering. complex. Chaos.
Two white quiet pills. It keeps appearing.
In the end it turned out to be a morbid transformation of characters.
Everything is paranoia. Freudian psychoanalysis.
The most impressive scene was that Xiulian's blood-stained fingers in the wardrobe kept trying to grab something.
Life is surging like a tide at this moment. But no one paid any attention.
Her hand didn't hold anything after all. Changed into a sad lonely pose.
When Xiuwei walked out of the house angrily, it was sunny and sunny outside. She walks through a meadow full of red lotus flowers.
At this moment, Xiulian under the cabinet groaned and softly called out her sister's name. Finally, Xiulian suffocated to death.
Xiuwei narrowed her eyes slightly in the sunlight, and finally glanced at the home behind her. The stepmother closed the window.
At this moment, the world is forever separated.
The girl's face is extraordinarily clear and beautiful in the sun, which is the most beautiful shot of Xiuwei in the film.
After watching this film, I was in a low mood for a long time, and the scenes that kept repeating constantly lingered in my mind.
Nothing to do with horror. Nothing bloody. Not even the dismembered corpse of my sister in the sack in the film scare me.
It is overflowing with these two fragile twin flowers. And sad human nature and sad life.
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