Genre films always come out in typical fashion. The conflict between a man of commercial value and a woman who enjoys life, the attitude advertised in the film determines the inclination of the balance, and the dramatic plot resolves the conflict—the root of what I don’t like: Philosophically speaking, it is one size fits all. It seems that in a chaotic world, gray should be a popular tone. Similarly, for some people, the backbone of the film disappears in the background of commercialization, and the floating branches and leaves can withstand chewing---the leaves belong to the exquisite heart of the filmmaker and the dazzling roots of the audience. .
For the vast majority of the film, the director basically followed the path of humility and application. As the lines and dialogues develop, people who are not mentally disabled can use their toes to go up one by one, and those who are not pretending to be innocent basically reach the stage of dozing. Fortunately, the male and female protagonists are handsome and beautiful and the pronunciation is clear and sweet, I was drinking water and cutting fruit, listening to the lines and guessing the effect of the heroine's costumes, and restrained the urge to change the program---of course, the director himself knows this trick, everyone. Neither are fools.
When the reason why the heroine's surly weirdness is tolerated and loved is uncovered, all romantic passions are covered with the cloak of righteous morality: the elastic cruelty of the range we can forgive is also nakedly presented.
So, smart as she is, she once again chose to let go. Not having fun is an excuse, not being in control, it's the horrific rows and rows of over-the-counter medicines behind locked cupboards. It's just that this time it's beyond the palm of your hand, it's so moving, the spring night is so short, why bother? However, only one moment is worth a thousand dollars. Did he learn to be gentle, by lust, or by pity? Rather than having unknown suspicions, it's better to return home with surprise in the light of day.
When the interlude sounded, I sighed a little: Enya's only time. Only time have witenessed those passings: tears or happiness.
So why worry about the long night after leaving?
The only thing is that I cannot control myself anymore in the way that I can play the games so well, however, time cures everything that I can rely on it and is the supporting for my leaving.
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