this 100-minute film mixes McEwan's garden, eerie and British.
Such films have always been streamlined shapes.
With a lingering ambiguity, like a huge koala lurking,
then, under a certain rainy grey sky, attacked the pretty little girl on the trail.
You don't know what conditions, hormonal smells will soak your vision.
That slender, sensitive blue-eyed British teenager felt the whirling pleasure of jerking off in front of the summer glass mirror when his father fell under the limp concrete. However, he is so beautiful.
My mouse shortcuts are restless, intermittently flipping, jumping, simulating mosaics,
showing parabolas. If I was addicted, I could hardly read the story, they were too similar.
They are like drifting naked little living beings. After editing and film fixing, they are arranged side by side in the dream picture. It is very similar to the private spring dreams of teenage children, and may almost become sensitive children's dreams. the whole world.
My tongue is sweet and tender.
How can there be a way to experience the astringent grass on the rose-colored taste buds.
Charlotte's tiny, spiky, flesh-pink teenage breasts, in a concrete house mixed with her younger siblings' cream dishes, urinals, germs in their fingernails, dead embroidered radios, thin nude-colored undershirts.
When they buried their mother under the cement, that shot took on the texture of glass. This image is still spinning in my head at high speed when I go to the kitchen to drink water after I turn off the movie.
The pouring cement covers my mother's face, the two little feet before death in front of the beach, with the chemical smell of rubber, I always prefer to explain that this is a hormonal film that is narrated by taste. Although, I was so wrong.
Like these two incestuous bed games, their eyes are close and distant, and when the brother's finger crosses the sister's nipple, the pleasure takes another form in an instant to the edge of sex, this is what I spent a lot of time, it is difficult The eerie purity of the imagination.
You can see that their eyes are very gentle. It's not lust that burns in flames.
With a clumsy and arrogant youthful attitude, he
criticizes the hideous real world.
Maybe I should understand that illusory escape is itself a garden.
An adult off-limits guarded garden.
It incubates the obscurity and unease deep within our bodies.
Every child can be a
faceless and naked killer.
However, the reason why they love to play this game
is because they still like the infinite beauty in the unknown world.
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