The rescue method of terminally ill love under American standards: more raw meat

Joelle 2021-10-22 14:33:31

I haven't watched any terminally ill romance movies. The only thing I have seen in my impression is that "Eraser in the Brain" is also a routine. Crying + suffering. Haolaiwu's standard love essays do not follow this pattern at all, and rely on the passionate and wanton performances of the two protagonists to win box office and word of mouth.

The audience does not need to be heartbroken, the occasional tears are just a sweet touch, an accessory product of Xiaoxiao. As for the disease, it is only an indispensable small fork in the road of the two married couples. It’s no different from the other female protagonists who misunderstood the nameless vinegar, or the emotional trauma of an ex-girlfriend or boyfriend. In order to be able to speak the essence of the whole movie after the heroine is recovered at the ending, we will continue the fine tradition of part-of-speech movies. "It's not fair. I can't ask you to do this." "You don't need to ask."

Why is it Parkinson's disease? Perhaps it has a long incubation period, which can provide a chance for the female protagonist to wake up in the first stage due to the male protagonist. The symptoms are not obvious in the early stage, the disease does not affect people, and it is a genetic disease. It has many advantages that have nothing to do with personal work, rest and character.

For spirit and flesh, the answer is straightforward, let the flesh first, don't entangle. The theme is also very educational. The two swingers are brought into the right way. I imagine that there are still many foreigners who have never said I LU. True love is invincible, not to mention true love with the struggle against illness. It makes the world a better place, just like taking Yolomite.

There are many links that have nothing to do with emotional dramas, to completely draw a line from Joan's optimistic spirit that only loves not bread, and also exposes the ills of the capitalist medical system by the way, which is very realistic and vigilant. After watching the exposed meat scenes, I can always continue to look like a Russian novel and continue to look forward to more raw meat scenes.

The story took place in 1997. I thought that at the end there would be a follow-up report with overlapping photos and subtitles: So far, 14 years, he and she are still together, although there is love and asexuality. It's a pity that this movie doesn't even have the courage to continue making it up. In the end, life is higher than art.

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  • Blake 2022-03-25 09:01:06

    nice. I like this kind of rhythm of the movie is really fun. Sure enough, the two of them are a good match. This man looks so flattering and kind, and the two of them have big double eyelid folds and big smiles. It's not fair that I need you more than you need me.

  • Jarrell 2022-04-24 07:01:04

    Love with good looks seems to be easier to meet people's psychological needs for watching movies!

Love & Other Drugs quotes

  • Jamie Randall: [Last lines] I used to worry a lot about who I'd be when I grew up. You know, like how much money I'd make or, umm, like some day I'd become some big deal. Sometimes, the thing you want most doesn't happen. And sometimes, the thing you never expect does. Like giving up my job in Chicago and everything and deciding to stay and apply to med school. I don't know. You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed... forever.

  • California Man: Parkinson's, right?

    Jamie Randall: Oh, no. No.

    California Man: No, your wife.

    Jamie Randall: Girlfriend. Stage One.

    California Man: Good days and bad days, huh?

    Jamie Randall: Mostly good days. You?

    California Man: Wife. Since '73. Stage Four.

    Jamie Randall: You got any advice?

    California Man: You don't need my advice.

    Jamie Randall: Come on. I'm very trainable.

    California Man: My advice is to go upstairs, pack your bags, and leave a nice note. Find yourself a healthy woman. I love my wife. I do. But I wouldn't do it over again. The thing nobody tells you, this disease will steal everything you love in her. Her body, her smile, her mind. Sooner or later, she'll lose motor control. Eventually, she won't even be able to dress herself. Then, the fun really begins. Cleaning up her shit. Frozen face. Dementia. It's not a disease, it's a Russian novel.