Deep is undoubtedly handsome, but I want to talk about that fat guy~

Louisa 2021-11-16 08:01:26

Uh, yes, that fat guy~
honest, loyal, and obviously respectful fat guy .

Sorry, I didn't even write down his last name. Not to mention the actors themselves.
This kind of omnipotent dragon set of perennial green leaves is a kind of warmth when watching movies.

The physical appearance of the fat man is destined to suit this role.

As far as the film itself is concerned, it can only be said to be a work in the middle.
If it weren't for Deep's dreamy look again, it could be classified as a bad movie.

When I was a child, I first learned that Jack's story was a mini TV series from Zhengda Theater.
Around that time I was impressed, so I didn't feel much about this version of the movie this time.
It's not scary, bloody, and there is no more suspense. Halfway through, I almost identified it as the elderly doctor.

So, I don't know why, I want to talk about that fat guy~
Fatty is undoubtedly a loyal friend.
In public affairs, he maintained the dignity of Deep's detective last night and helped him watch the wind when he created the secret service.

In private affairs, he began to oppose Mary because he wanted to protect his friends.
Later, I hoped that they would reunite and encouraged him to find her.

In the opium shop, he was the one who helped him. There are

such loyal fat guys in other films, but the ending seems to be bad.

In "Instinct", he was shot. . .

Hehe, Deep is dead in this movie, but Fatty is alive~

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From Hell quotes

  • Liz Stride: [Arrives in pub with Ada] Ah 'ere you are, 'ello girls.

    Mary Kelly: I told you to wait for me.

    Liz Stride: I can't stay in a pub and not 'ave a drink: that's cruel.

  • Polly Nichols: [to her John] All right. We can do it here, but hurry up.

    [they start to undress]

    Polly Nichols: The bobbies are trackin' us!

    Polly's John: Right.

    [he pulls down his pants]

    Polly's John: Gotta get the old man hard first.

    Polly Nichols: Give it here. I'll put it in meself!

    [she grabs his genitals]

    Polly's John: Is that in?

    Polly Nichols: Of course it is. Come on!

    Polly's John: No, it's not. Ya got it stuck between yer bleedin' legs!

    Polly Nichols: [frustratingly] No, I haven't! Come on!

    Polly's John: I knows it when I feels it!

    [they start copulating against the wooden fence]