The Post-Master Interpretation of Warmth Stories

Shanna 2021-11-15 08:01:27

On one side is the ex-girlfriend who has "golden messy hair like a halo with an angel-like face" and is willing to stick it upside down, and on the other is the naive fiancee, and it's really hard for the gentleman to go to Chencang without a moment's rush.

Judging the situation and judging the situation, rejection is of course inevitable, and the heart is unavoidable, and there is still room for it. When did you see him resolute? The timing is wrong. Taking the second flower bush, what else should he do after looking back, such a man can only praise him for his self-control ability and his ability to be a politician. It's a pity that all the pollen.

After the false alarm, the dance photo dances and the wedding photo ends, and the audience stands up and goes away amidst Yi Bo Yuntian's touch. However, as soon as they accept the sunshine of reality, some people may doubt the beautiful vision of this marriage: marriage is not from the palace, even if the big mouth sister stops, who can guarantee that the man will not touch the door in the middle of the night. Not for one year, but for five years? How about seven years? In the midst of such a pair of powerful men and women, only hope that the perfect wife is not really innocent, and the clever tempered into a desperate housewife bree-like ruthless role protects self-protection.

Of course, this is the main theme of a big-mouthed sister idol fan. It is best to watch such a film without suspicion, so as to be moved by the romantic plot instead of questioning as the director wishes. In these years, who can stand up to questioning.

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My Best Friend's Wedding quotes

  • George Downes: It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.

  • George Downes: The misery, the exquisite tragedy. The Susan Hayward of it all. I can just picture you there, sitting alone at your table in your lavender gown.

    Julianne Potter: Did I tell you my gown was lavender?

    George Downes: Hair swept up. Haven't touched your cake. Probably drumming your fingernails on the white linen tablecloth, the way you do when you're really feeling down. Perhaps looking at those nails thinking: 'God, I should have stopped in all my evil plotting to have that manicure, but it's too late now.

    Julianne Potter: George, I didn't tell you my dress was lavender.

    George Downes: Suddenly, a familiar song. And, you're off your chair in one, exquisite movement... wondering, searching, sniffing the wind like a dapple deer. Has God heard your little prayer? Will Cinderella dance again? And then, suddenly, the crowds part and there he is: sleek, stylish... radiant with charisma. Bizarrely, he's on the telephone. But then, so are you. And then he comes towards you... the moves of a jungle cat. Although you quite correctly sense that he is... gay... like most devastatingly handsome single men of his age are, you think... what the hell. Life goes on. Maybe there won't be marriage... maybe there won't be sex... but, by God, there'll be dancing.