The plot is very standard value-driven, and it always feels like the unimaginative work of the screenwriter of the class.
The detective who looks exactly like the young version of Polo made my eyes shine. I thought it would be a strange peak since then, but the movie rolled into the pit, and finally it was dismantled by express delivery to create a climax. I feel sorry for the screenwriter, a little bit. So sad.
Husband, lover, best friend, detective, every symbolic character, every blunt transformation reminds me that besides craftsmanship, movies also need talent.
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