Personal rating: 0.5 star
According to the movie-watching instinct, the film is still unfinished, persevering, and drowsy; according to the brain-disabled fans, the movie is divided into the world and feels good, (male/female) actors are so good-looking, don’t you know how to talk + not to mention the actors are so good-looking; According to the blockbuster, there are world-class blockbusters, epic-class world-class blockbusters, genre tribute special effects masterpieces and money laundering blockbusters. ——Congratulations to "Ghost Party" for successfully including the latter three. The beginning of the film is an awesome black and white MV. Songs have fun, characters, beautiful women and fierce men, as well as inexplicable octopus, naked women, pistols and so on. As a MV, it is really complete, exquisite, and charming. Of course it has nothing to do with the film. It neither explained the plot, nor led the protagonist, nor did it create any suspense and cause the audience to explore the truth. The first scene, the Mexico City bombing. From the first panoramic shot, it became clear that the director was not short on money. The photography is exquisite, and various scenes are switched; the art is exquisite, and the real-time shooting is fine; the clothes are serious, from the mask to the blood stains to the sweat bead. Music continuation, ready-made in the sound effect material library, no error. Of course it has nothing to do with the film. At the beginning, Bond took a helicopter to leave, without any logical connection, without any excitement and surprise. It can only be seen that the crew has the ability to throw a million in one play. Then Bond returned to the government, persecuted and banished by the government, and pursued justice alone-"The Bourne Spy" only caught the big messages and the small ones alone. It was very successful. The British feel that a little is too little, and much more important. So betrayal, family, friendship, love, gentlemanship, chivalry, and gentlemanship. . . . . . Emerge in endlessly. Upward shooting, overhead shooting, mobile shooting, close-up, long-range, mid-range, aerial photography. . . . . . One after another. Changed cities to deserts, and changed Europe to Africa. The grocery store sells everything. The material sold seems to be a dozen or so films listed and codified. After a sudden look, the actor has not changed. Of course the actors are very nice. Good movies promote the movie itself, behind the story, and bad movies promote the actors and directors or so-called brands. Story films, either with a story or a rhythm. When telling stories, they have to exchange concepts, when they talk about relaxation, they describe the plot, and when they talk about conflict, they suddenly go to bed again! It's not a problem to go to bed, the inexplicable sex doesn't show up, all of a sudden, the sky turns around and the sky is bright again! In the last scene, Bond has gone through ups and downs, laughed at fame and fame, gave up hatred and chose true love, and became invisible-back to the government again-back to drive his classic car. The heroine and Bond smiled at each other and walked away. If you add "only modern, beloved choice" at the back, it might be a good copy. After pretending to be forced for two hours and worshipping the gold of the world, did you learn how to live your life in the last trembling? ! Isn't this a kid? It is said that the British have a black belly, and the tribute of fanning their faces with their own films is really worthy of the stalk that Design One has deliberately planted on Bond for a lifetime. Everyone agrees with the idea that movies, especially blockbusters, present the audience's dreams. Reluctantly, some directors imagined themselves as spectators and directly cut their dreams, nightmares, and nightmares from different periods and brought them up together. Dreams still have dreams, even the soup after the chaos can only be called trough chaff.
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