The lives of the rich second-generation in the Upper East Side of New York are still luxurious and decayed, but this time N is not a noble son, but a drug dealer thinking about life. However, I really feel that if all his scenes are cut, this film will not be affected at all. The mess of the supporting actors does not require him to make a floating vase accompanied by a calm narration from start to finish. What is he here for, soy sauce? Isn't he the absolute number one male? That was not the case when Leonardo played "Basketball Diary" back then.
Pretending to be art, tone, and seriousness, but the story is so scattered, and at the end, it actually returns to the inspirational theme? Still have a problem with understanding? I watched this seemingly soulful movie in N's face, but I didn't see the soul of N children's shoes.
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