I always feel that I can't understand French culture very much, and I'm afraid I can't understand it for the rest of my life. The French people I know speak quickly, keep cigarettes in their hands, their eyes wander, and boys chase women like flies. . . do not like it so much. Although, I really like some of their music with national characteristics, the uplifting and cheerful melody, plus some kind of unique and elegant, although I also like French very much, but France,,, um, I don't know.
Off topic again, the first part of this movie, I think it's very nice, especially if you don't know the Chinese translation of the movie title (damn, such a boring movie title! // Also, this movie icon is translated in German, wahnsinnig verliebt, very, very love.) Still prefer the French name and the English translation of the name. . . . . .
The above paragraph again digresses. Back to my title. When the movie ended, I could probably guess that Jolie didn't recover at all, but when I saw the portrait with the pills put together, I was still shocked, and couldn't help laughing, the pill man reminded me again Molière. . .
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