If you beep again, I will chug you

Bud 2022-03-23 09:02:30

I couldn't help but want to complain.

This movie has the potential to become a four-star movie until the uncle failed to ignite the fire, and burst the head of Bai Fumei Lolita in a panic. Even the change of mind of the aggrieved uncle accompanied "Beat The Devil's Tattoo", put down the suicide gun and walked out of the door in slow motion, which made me agitated.

I actually like the aggrieved temperament shown by the middle-aged uncle in front. It seems that it is very reasonable and cool to drive on the road to take revenge on the society under this kind of foreshadowing, and then bring a beautiful loli to shoot with. Thirty minutes before watching the film, the director seems to know how to convey a message to the audience with the lens and the picture instead of the straight non-stop beeping. It's good to leave a little space for the audience to think about and resonate with everyone from different perspectives.

It's a pity that I didn't know it was a god horse. Thirty minutes after the film, the screenwriter and director suddenly wore the old lady's footbinding cloth. Maybe the people who get shot in the movie are indebted, but I always feel that the preaching of the director and the screenwriter is a bit off-track, and it is not my fault, and some are even inferior. And the two protagonists are too noisy, and the beeping makes me want to add the two to the director together if I have a gun, so I can only choose to slam the small fork in the upper right corner.

Finally, is it an irrefutable truth that the middle-aged uncle Mansao must be paired with a weird loli, just like the stewed sauerkraut must be paired with pork vermicelli? It's just that this loli's expression and performance are too hard, I really don't like it. It won't work to play the character with the acting skills of the typical American stupid mean girl, little friend. Juno is better than you.

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God Bless America quotes

  • Frank: I wish I was a super-genius inventor and could come up with a way to make a telephone into an explosive device that was triggered by the American Superstarz voting number. The battery could explode and leave a mark on the face, so I could know who to avoid talking to before they even talked.

  • Frank: I am offended. Not because I got a problem with bitter, predictible, whining millionaire disc jockeys complaining about celebrities or how tough their life is, while I live in an apartment with paper-thin walls next to a couple of Neanderthals who, instead of a baby, decided to give birth to some kind of nocturnal civil defense air raid siren that goes off every fucking night like it's Pearl Harbor.