In all fairness, this film is only 7 points. It's rare for Sorkin to miss a beat, knowing how intricately and intensely he can structure the story with his brain. And this time he was careful. He kept filling this loser girl worthy of a chick movie with imagery (which was one of the reasons the movie looked so tired): witches of Salem, Circe, drug code names, grandmother names— Corresponding to the woman Molly, let her wear pornographic clothes but resolutely not take it off; apple martini (the base drink is vodka) corresponds to the Russian mafia; Canada corresponds to celebrity gambling and tax avoidance-compared to these vague information, Player X That specially chosen appearance can't be too explicit. The melon is gone? Follow the vine, you will know more. And you don't care, because the insider and bystander is just a woman, and you think she is only worthy of gossip. As said in the movie, Molly's value to publishers, Hollywood and US officials is just scraps, but at least Sorkin rises to the challenge, risking his own golden sign, to make a biography for such a person, I don't know how Ms. Jasmine feels. Is this chicken soup at the end? Thinking about it with my head, this is just helplessness at the end of the road, and it is this stubborn helplessness that fits my current state of mind. So, I gave five stars to this boring movie with a completely dimensionally reduced copy of the TSN structure and soundtrack.
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