If it weren't for his emaciated figure, gloomy eyes, and moving reading, this film would just be drowned in many unknown films and forgotten.
I always remember the noble and elegant look of Flyter in Birdsheads, with a childish smile and a feminine demeanor. It doesn't include his long smoking cigarettes or the nice accent at the end of each sentence. I thought it was the most dramatic and most British.
When such an era ends, what can we do?
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