Everyday life is nothing more than sleeping in a hotel, asking a stripper to dance in the room, finding a random woman, and attending business activities according to the agent's prompt.
The appearance of Cleo was like a stone thrown into a pool of stagnant water, causing layers of ripples.
She is a daughter, she is 11 years old, she has no boyfriend, and she still doesn't understand the love between men and women, but she can vaguely feel her father's debauchery.
She's not angry or naughty, just showing all the energy and joy of an 11-year-old girl.
Seeing Cleo perform at the ice rink, Johnny's world seemed to change from black and white to color. Gradually, he put down the phone, his eyes locked firmly on Cleo's body, unable to move.
Youth, vitality, and perhaps the long-forgotten meaning of life, are all presented in the dazzling sunshine of LA summer.
The departure of Cleo's mother forces Johnny to take care of Cleo until summer camp. At first, it was a hassle. Before you know it, trouble turns into fun.
From LA to Italy and back to LA, the clear summer sky is equally clear on both sides of the Atlantic, and everything under the sun returns to simplicity.
Playing Guitar Hero in the room, late-night pudding and the Italian version of Friends, the two of them playing underwater, and then lounging on the deck chair to bask in the sun... The camera moves from near to far, but the heart is getting closer.
When Cleo was leaving on the way to summer camp, and in tears, Johnny just hugged her. Maybe he had clearly felt something by then?
Cleo leaves, but Johnny finds his life unattractive. So, he first cried to his ex-wife on the phone, but he stopped talking. Then, he left the guest room and drove the car to the countryside alone.
Although he couldn't see it yet, he knew that he had found --
the place to go,
somewhere.
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