as many lines as [2 big smoking guns], but black is not enough to describe this film, I really can't think of other adjectives except heavy. Long disabled Paul Walker, and a lot of ex-stars come in to occupy seats and play soy sauce secret room sex slaves to engage in pyramid-style competition for favor. It's too powerful. Especially love the look of the drug dealer wearing a gas mask with a fly head, Bran Deng has never had any good works out since Tomb Raiders, and ran into this film to get the most obscene Elvis pose and sing. The whole film is full of groaning dialogues and inexplicable plots that pay tribute to B-grade films
. I miss the 8090's, the era of video tapes when B-grade films were rampant.
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