A play in which the story, character, and director's handling are not in the same line.

Braulio 2022-08-20 01:01:21

There are several episodes laid out in the story line. Marriage problems, work problems, cooperation problems, and a person who is good at venting emotions happens to happen. What the director wants to do may be just to create a thin but powerful character. A series of analysis of the character's character is a kind of adoration of the family, and it is not clear whether the male protagonist loves his wife too much or simply occupying the character: he thinks she should wait for him to be released from prison. In the last half an hour, a fierce desire to vent bursts out. The neat brawny, unlike the so-called martial arts, has to turn his mother's eight somersaults before killing a person, but uses his fierce power to smash the opponent's body and live in just one minute. He slammed a person's head from his neck and fell into the toilet.

The whole play uses a lot of shots to portray the protagonist, making other people conscientious, typical cultism, and the last point of fun is that the heroine looks like an ordinary woman, and will go to other people because her husband is not perfect enough for her. Under the crotch of the man, but after calmly dealing with the relationship, he actually became pregnant with a child. The child is the core of the whole play. But in the end, the heroine got out of the image after being kidnapped and turned back to the previous image. The abortion doctor who was about to cut off the limbs of her fetus with a single shot can't be offended!

The story is rated at two and a half stars, the male lead character is rated at three stars, and the director’s ability is rated at three and a half stars, and three stars are combined!

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  • James: Are you ok?

    Bradley Thomas: South of ok. North of cancer.

  • Bradley Thomas: Our marriage, us, we've, uh... It's like it's like when I go into the mini-mart at the gas station and get coffee. They got those three metal containers there. One's got cream, one's got milk, and the other's got that gray-lookin' skim stuff. And every time I go in there, those labels are faced away, and I have to guess which one's the real stuff, the cream. But every time, the first container I grab is always that milk or that skim stuff. It's never the one I want. The law of averages says one out of three times, I... I ought to get the cream, but it doesn't happen. Maybe if I go in there a thousand times, it'll even out like it should. I'll have a run of pickin' out the cream fifty or a hundred times in a row, but, uh... I don't think so. I don't think things even out fair like that.