Recently, I have watched all commercial modern movies, and this movie is slow and dull, and the picture is earthy and yellow, which makes me shine. The years are quiet, picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and leisurely seeing Nanshan, the peach blossom garden life is ruthlessly torn apart. When the sheriff denounced those animals in human skins, I was silently worried about how cruel he would be treated. Fortunately, God blessed him to survive. Why can abusers behave horribly towards people, because in their eyes, these people are just low-level creatures, and we are superior civilized people. My feeling about this movie is that your behavior determines someone like you, not your identity.
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