My mood is summarized as follows.
At the beginning, I was stunned. The big, godless eyes of this animated little boy and little girl is simply a horror movie. Why can't you find real children?
Then after the train started the roller coaster, I: Oh, this way, it's no wonder that it needs to be animated.
Is it because the hostess is a black child for political correctness? Can the conductor be more like Tom Hanks?
After the little girl's ticket flew back into the car, I was shocked again, it turned out to be the number of routes. Whatever you want to do afterwards, the little heart never trembles anymore, anyway, no one will die, no one will get hurt. All the experiences are worthwhile, and they will be reunited in the end.
The next hour: I am mainly reflecting, why on earth? Why should I watch this movie? Do I have to watch it just because I'm on hulu? Why is this broken? Probably because I thought of the Snow Country train, I thought this might also be that model? But why, why should I watch this movie as an adult who never believed in Santa? It feels like being pinched and filled with chicken soup that I have drunk countless times.
But in the end, the male lead said that he could still hear the bell ringing many years later, and he was suddenly moved. Alas, my heartbeat when I was young, the beautiful melody I once felt, the stars in my eyes, how many are still there now?
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