From the dumbfounded perspective, a good movie is about telling a good story. By the way, it will take you to appreciate the emotions that you cannot experience in this life. As for the one-stranded, multi-threaded, or upside-down, or even Russian doll-like, it’s nothing more than a technical problem, it’s fur. As long as the skeleton is well proportioned and full of flesh and blood, it is a good movie with good fur. Naturally, the icing on the cake. If the skeleton is dysfunctional and the flesh is shriveled, and the shiny skin can be used to improve the quality, then it is a bad movie.
The ancients have said that the article is made by nature, and you can get it by hand. But if you think about it first and then make a fuss, then you will end up with the last. The story is very unnatural (not unnatural), just to drop a few book bags, to metaphor XX, or to pay tribute to XX, or to show off the director’s personal skills and pack all the elements into one story. Natural logic is impenetrable and full of loopholes, and then patched with labels such as fairy tales, dreams, absurdity, comedy, black humor, and so on. Stupid thinks that the Budapest Grand Hotel is far better than telling a good story seriously, compared to David Gore's life; it is also far better than focusing on black humor and comparing two big smokers; it is far worse than the more weird and weird, comparing perfume. . Even if you talk about the structure of the compliment, you will be killed by the vulgar novel in the blink of an eye, and the strong lineup of cast and staff will be the case.
This is the case of the Grand Budapest Hotel, and the same is true for one step away, and furthermore, there are big fish and so on. Do you dare to say that big fish is not good, believe it or not, hack you to death in minutes. . . Pretending to be an attempted crime, then died.
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