Although the film is ridiculous, it still has some merits. First, it proves once again that the saying that "spy agents do not separate their families" is justified. One Chinese and one American spy, the romantic man and the glamorous woman, all approach intelligence by selling their looks. Pretending to be on par, women are slightly better than men when they are swaying. They all like to trespass into dangerous situations, but they are stupid to tell them away, lest the world will not know that they are secret agents. Such a pair of beautiful people, a pair of strange flowers, meet with a bang. They are both bosom friends and chess rivals. They fall in love naturally.
Second, Gong Li's bald head completely overshadowed Rinko Kikuchi, which made people spiritually victorious and very exciting. Ten years of Hedong and ten years of Hexi, the big smoker, the indispensable role of Orientalism, finally came to the Japanese to play. Gong Li is more energetic, and she has left Asia and entered Europe and uses the Chinese body in the West. She keeps saying "I stole you".
Japanese women are not just lingering smoke couch, Kikuchi is like a zombie, completely useless. After decades of effort, he still returned to his original shape and drilled back into the hole in "Strange Tan". The Japanese woman Xiaojiabiyu can match Gong Li's majestic hair (this is a compliment, a real big star should be a combination of yin and yang).
Foreigners are becoming more and more aware of the benefits of Chinese women. As a man, I don't know whether to be happy or worried. Joy is naturally a spiritual victory. The worry is: I suddenly remembered that Gong Li was already a Singaporean.
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