A movie I saw a long time ago, because of Jean Reno.
Looking back now, I have forgotten the specific plot, only remember the heroine
Mélanie Laurent, and it is not because of this movie.
But because of another Quentin's "Inglourious Basterds",
the same in Paris, the same World War II, the same heroine,
one is a euphemistic dirge, the other is a naked revenge,
intertwined time and space and plot, in La rafle Have the powerless finally got their revenge?
The story of revenge is deeply embedded in memory, leaving it with infinite sadness indeed.
There is also the unforgettable carousel of Montmartre, which will always revolve in my heart.
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