When watching this film, I first saw Joplin's photos and performance videos, and then searched for stills, but I gave up hope for this movie. Indeed, the movie is a documentary about the actor. Joplin has no chest, and his figure is not so unattractive, ah, and the temperament of an actress does not match Joplin at all. You can't imitate another person, you can't even be her shadow. Let's just ask him, the little freckles of a Danish girl who pretended to be drunk was also drunk. Freckles you can pretend a little more melancholy. Raise your hand to complain about the quality of a professional actor. When I watched Frida before, I felt like this woman was like an ugly duckling, with no aesthetic and spiritual appeal, and then I watched a real person, that's what all biopics are doing. It is better to look at a photo than a biography. Might as well listen to gossip from people who know me. Movies are so disappointing sometimes. Overexertion is a common problem in biopics. Don't beautify, don't beautify, don't be intentional. All intentions are pretending.
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