The film concept is indeed very meticulous. Back upstairs

Fanny 2022-08-05 23:07:23

All I know is that the old lady who looks amiable and forgetful and dusted is the real culprit in this series of serial murders. But why did she kill someone—the lack of explanation seems to be the biggest loophole in the film.
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looks like you should read it a few more times .
Videos clearly explain her motive
, the first psychic death. She felt murderous at the scene of the speech, and she fully expressed the murderer's thoughts. That's because the murderer was on the scene, she felt it. At 8 minutes and 12 seconds of the movie, the audience in the seventh row stood up, three men, in order to let one pass. The man then went to WC and turned on the tap. Another man from WC asked "Need help?" This person did not answer. Then there appeared the man's hands wearing leather gloves. This person is the old murderer lady who told us at the end. When the speech is over and the audience is gone. The psychic told his assistant that she felt murderous just now, she knew who that person was, and she wanted to write down her feelings tonight. . . She was killed the night when she wrote down her feelings, and the murderer took her record.
The second dead, female writer. The murderer’s motive was simple, because of the book describing the murder of her neighbor.
In fact, this murderer was not a lunatic at all, and the reason behind these cases was not to cover up the truth about her murder and corpse.

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  • Gianna Brezzi: I think that a woman's gotta be independent so she can...

    Marcus Daly: Oh, don't start with me about all that woman's stuff. It is a fundamental fact... men are different from women. Women are... weaker; well, they're gentler.

    Gianna Brezzi: They're what? Weaker? Gentler?

    [she howls in laughter - stops laughing, stands, unbuttons jacket, moves to the table, determinedly clearing it]

    Marcus Daly: What on earth are you doing?

    Gianna Brezzi: [sitting again and holding her arm up, wriggling her fingers] Come on, Tarzan. Why don't you try me?

    Marcus Daly: What's that?

    Gianna Brezzi: Arm wrestling.

    [brusquely]

    Gianna Brezzi: Come on. Then we'll see who's weaker!

    Marcus Daly: Oh, don't be ridiculous!

    Gianna Brezzi: You backing out?

  • Carlo: Look, maybe you've seen something so important you can't realize it.

    Marcus Daly: But... I'm just trying to understand, because...

    Carlo: You know, sometimes what you actually see and what you imagine... get mixed up in your memory like a cocktail... from which you can no longer distinguish one flavor from another.

    Marcus Daly: But I'm telling you the truth!

    Carlo: No, Marc. You think you're telling the truth, but in fact... you're telling only your version of the truth. It happens to me all the time.