big-mouthed booksellers find famous religious leaders to represent five-page books.
He was full of nonsense, and he discovered that a bodhi tree was born in the backyard of his house-a leaf would be dropped after a word, and the dryness and the prosperity were connected to the health.
Can't talk endlessly, he cherishes words like gold. Then, after losing customers, losing jobs, losing families... After
a series of twists and turns, Pan Ran woke up and expressed love and forgiveness. In the end, the dead tree flourishes in spring, and wins everything back.
Murphy's performance is neither good nor bad, the taste of a true performance. Luo Liluo talks about RAP lines like a machine gun, reminiscent of Shrekley’s donkey, but I actually like his look better.
I have always admired the heroine's actor. I don't know the name. Anyway, I only think of her: she is round and jade in her pajamas, and she is hot and smart in her uniform, praise.
The male secretary, a bit overstretched, ignored.
Is the religious leader Indian? definitely is! Continue to ignore.
All other supporting roles are ignored.
There is no problem with breaking the title of the film. The problem is that the main aim is to swing between "love" and "forgiveness." Of course I know that the director wants to merge the two, but this fusion is unstable and faintly separated. The central idea is not clear, minus one star.
The ending reality: use money to bribe small shop assistants, use money to support amateur writers, and use big houses to hook back the wives and children. The reality is not wrong, but as a "religious" comedy, the reality is a bit too much, publishing a book can continue to spend money like dirt, so how can countless dick loves? Charity means more than giving, and one more star is deducted.
All the actors are quite satisfactory and there are no bright spots. The force is in the lines, and the lines are too strange; the force is in the expressions, and the expressions are too exaggerated. Alas, old Murphy was almost unable to hold a chicken rib, and an hour and a half of the film was still too long. The list of filmmakers flashed back in his mind: Nicolas Cage, oh, is it the guy who keeps making bad movies with melancholy eyes?
Forget it, if there was no uniform show, one more star would have been lost.
The whole film only needs to pay attention to one line:
Words? Can't you show her that you love her? Make peace, show them that you love them will be truthful.
Yes, the expression of love does not necessarily depend on language, language is more lie, and easier to be ignored.
As the saying goes: Saying more is worse than doing more.
A good entry point was ruined.
pity.
above.
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