Woody Allen is so bad.
Brother Manhattan, who went to study in the countryside in the north, brought his girlfriend, who is a wealthy rich man, to New York for a weekend with the money he earned from playing Texas. The men who had her that night all used different words: You look like my first wife/Can you heal me/Want to come to my house?
Brother Gongzi doesn't understand why interviewing these third-rate filmmakers is happier than visiting the Metropolitan Museum on a rainy day with him.
After all, when he was born watching opera, playing the piano, and attending boring parties, these people may have been squatting in front of the southern studios.
I was thinking, what would it be like to shoot "A Rainy Day in Beijing"? When I went downstairs, I saw that the theater downstairs of the original theater was selling tickets for the talk show.
Forget it, in pop culture, Beijing doesn't have rainy days.
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