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tangled
Zelda 2022-03-02 08:01:41
It’s really tangled to watch this film. To be honest, it’s a very ugly film. It doesn’t have a climax, the plot is terrible, and I don’t even know what to express (maybe I’m not deep enough). It, but it was Edward Norton, how could he not watch this film, so the three stars given are entirely directed at Norton's acting skills. He is really a rare beauty in the dock, and I guess he also feels that It's more challenging to play twins, otherwise such a script... Facts once again prove that a bad script can really destroy a good actor, and an actor with excellent acting skills can't save such an invincible script. ..pity for Norton, this should be regarded as the worst movie he has ever made, even more invincible than "Hulk"...
Extended Reading
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Casey 2022-03-19 09:01:10
Norton's solo performance. The way the script of the brother dies is not handled well enough. There is still a certain gap between his performance in Fight Club and the American X-Files. Damn, so handsome. . .
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Rico 2022-03-28 09:01:13
Norton always likes acting in weird movies~ Although the plot of this one is very general, I still like his performance~
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Janet: You still leaving tomorrow.
Bill Kincaid: I think so.
Janet: I'll miss you.
Bill Kincaid: And we barely know each other.
Janet: "You have not known what you are. You have slumbered upon yourself all your life. Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time. What you have done returns already in mockeries. The mockeries are not you. Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk."
Bill Kincaid: [absorbing what she'd just quoted] Who was that?
Janet: Walt Whitman.
Bill Kincaid: I don't think I ever imagined hearing him recited to me by a girl gutting a 40 pound catfish.
Janet: That's exactly how he should be recited. He wrote without rhyme or meter. Free verse. Just whatever he felt inside coming out in one intricate rhythm. Pure unashamed passion, without definable restriction.
Bill Kincaid: I'm sorry, see, I have a few issues with that.
Janet: Why?
Bill Kincaid: Because some have dared to suggest that even poetry has rules.
Janet: Or you make your own.
Bill Kincaid: Right there, that's the part I never bought into.
Janet: Because?
Bill Kincaid: If everybody runs around making their own rules, how can you ever find what's true? There's nothing... there's nothing to rely on.
Janet: "One night, I split my cicada skin, devoured your leaves, knowing no poison, no law of nourishment in that larval blindness, a hunger finally true."
Bill Kincaid: Who's that?
Janet: That's me.
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Brady Kincaid: I ain't gonna manufacture or purvey anything that I ain't gonna ingest into my own sweet self.