In the form of a pseudo-documentary, in the end, Ad Sang gave up, said to call it quits, and directly changed into the world of Truman, breaking through the door. This is definitely not a sci-fi movie, electrified and inflated. Really offended by the title of the movie, no matter how I watch it. The core of the Japanese soul is still distorted pride and inferiority. Facing the arrogance of various ethnic groups in East Asia, it is nerve-wracking to see white people and feel inferior. I have no opinion on Matsumoto, I learned about this from the documentary, come and watch it. The fight scenes are all special shots. Chicken sauce is a thong. Big Sato's transformation into the scene is also exquisite.
Every monster is deformed.
Inexplicably, this monster that looks like a peeled citrus is a little cute.
The chicken sauce is still very hot. The soul bounces and falls, laughing to death, this burden is buried deep. As a result, he was kicked by his grandson.
Well, this is quite boring, and I finished watching it at double speed in the inaccurate subtitles. I went to see Pajama Men's Dimension.
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