A sad remake that makes the san value go crazy and the mean value skyrockets

Keanu 2022-03-21 09:02:43

The value of this movie is as non-existent as Armie Hammer's acting. You said that it was Comrade Ilya Kulyagin who infiltrated the United Kingdom pretending to be a rich man to perform a secret service mission to explain his stunned face and incompetent fury.

· In the first half, the hero and heroine met and spent a good time together. The photo was just like an Internet celebrity Vlog. The background is sunlight and sea water, and the close-up is the wet hair and flesh. It’s just that the white small fresh handwritten font is scaled on the screen.

·And then neither the plot nor the performance can make people feel the slightest spark of love. The beach shot seems to help the male protagonist recognize his sexual orientation. Coupled with two failed marriages, he went to Italy to fall in love with Elio. possible. Or this is simply the story of Oliver's marriage, the sideshow of "Call Me", the prequel to "Find Me".

The montage effect is like the transition made by FCPX, the light and shadow are blurred but there is no suspense and strange atmosphere. Manderley Manor was photographed similar to Downton Abbey, even a little Jane Austen, with Lily James standing in the window Before, I dreamed of returning to Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.

·If I had to sum up all my thoughts in one word, it would be the swashbuckling "R" that is ubiquitous in the film, written "R" and pronounced "Day."

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Rebecca quotes

  • Mrs. Van Hopper: Show me an eligible bachelor and I'll show you a room full of women acting like they've lost their minds.

  • [first lines]

    Mrs. de Winter: [narrating] Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. I dreamt that where our drive once lay, a dark and tortured jungle grew. Nature had come into her own and yet the house still stood. Manderley. Secretive and silent as it had always been. Risen from the dead. Like all dreamers, I was allowed to pass through my memory. Spanning the years like a bridge. Back to that summer in Monte Carlo when I knew nothing and had no prospects.