I fainted completely. Is it that normal people have no ability to distinguish between true and false? This reminds me of a news article many years ago. A certain writer wrote a book with a phone number as the title, which was nonsense. As a result, the actual owner of this phone number received n many calls every day, and later sued the author for infringement blablabla.
Going back to the movie, it seemed nothing more than that when I watched it. But after reading it, I feel more and more interesting, so classic black humor. Accidents can follow at any time, making people hard to prevent. Everyone has a distinct role.
That silly son-in-law, came up with such a bad idea, and finally the family broke down.
That rich man's father-in-law was snobbish and selfish, but he was self-inflicted and was collapsed.
The short man was not greedy enough, and he was not satisfied with a million, so he was fucked by his accomplices.
That tall man, impulsive and violent, was not dealt with in the end by a pregnant policewoman.
I like that policewoman very much, or I should say that I like her lifestyle. Work is always so organized, with ideas, and clear logic. She is also very principled in doing things. When she met that neurotic classmate, she was very serious and did not cross the line, but she would tease to resolve the embarrassment. It can be seen that she has always been sleek and smart.
The most spiritual is the relationship between her and her husband. Husband and old entity posted that she didn't complain when she received a call to go to the police in the early morning, and she insisted on getting up together to cook breakfast for his wife, which was really envious of others. The wife is indeed a good wife, and she does not forget to buy earthworms for her husband to go fishing when she goes out to do errands.
They encourage and support each other, indifferently but super warm, so I am almost moved to death in this plainness.
Finally, they snuggled up and watched TV. The husband said that his paintings were used on three-cent stamps, while the paintings of one of his colleagues were used on 29-cent stamps. My wife said that someone will use the three-cent stamp. I am so proud of you.
The husband hugged her and said, I love you. The wife said, I love you too.
Then they looked at his wife's chubby belly and said, there are still two months left.
What a perfect life...
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