This movie itself is not too much looking forward to it. It is completely directed at Elle Fanning-she and her sister are the most perfect girls in Europe and America, and in the words of Consultant Chen, "While I have not yet become Bitch Hurry up and see."
In the end, the only thing that didn't disappoint me in this film was the beauty of the two heroines. In fact, the other heroine, Alice, looks more detailed, and the beautiful and peaceful feeling of New Zealand's landscape seems to be between the eyebrows and eyes. Fanning is still rougher than her, but with red hair, she is very British.
The plot, I can only say, ha ha ha.
At first I thought the story was "My best friend and I are actively participating in anti-missile organization activities". Originally, it is normal for teenage girls to be so passionate and energetic that they can’t help themselves. The level of Clubbing is slightly lower. It is high pursuit to engage in demonstrations and participate in protests. In the end, I found that "It was not me playing politics, it was politics playing me", what a dramatic conflict between a beautiful girl and dirty politics!
Later, the story evolved into "My best friend slept with my dad". So Ginger scolded Rosa, "Don't you care about the future of this world at all?" This kind of embarrassing scene happened.
Well, it's actually conflicting enough. At first, Rosa was more enthusiastic about participating in political activities. The scumbag dad who got into Ginger actually had to stop. His heart is clear-after all, this dad also uses politics completely. Picking up girls under the guise-look, this world is so messy.
In fact, there is still a wonderful possibility here, but it is a pity that it just turned into a farce. Ginger was arrested in a daze and collapsed. He told his mom about his father's derailment. Mom committed suicide. Rosa, who kept saying "I know your dad best", panicked and asked his friends to forgive him. Ginger glanced at her and shook her hand away. ——This kind of jumping up and down scene made me think that I was in the drama of Aunt Yao Yao.
When switching the camera again, Ginger was sitting in the hospital with his back facing his dad and wrote the ending of the farce, "Rosa, I loved you. I think I will forgive you in the end and wait until my mom gets through it. "For a while," the scumbag father asked, "What are you writing?" The daughter answered "Future" without looking back.
At the end of the play, subtitles will be added.
The literary couple next to him whispered, "It's so distorted," and the middle-aged audience in the front row commented in Shanghai dialect "messy".
All I have left is the twitching corners of my mouth and a row of black lines. How can I make it like this, I want to talk about everything, and I haven't expanded it properly, thinking that it can be sublimated by a hollow sense of literature and art?
This director was too greedy. With such a glorious background in London in the 1960s, two such beautiful young girls could talk about topics one by one. They had to stew and use the Cuban missile crisis as an auxiliary material. It was too far-fetched.
Also, do all directors want to play political topics?
Thanks to the chaos in the political world, how many literary and artistic minds can really play and pass on to God?
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