If you thought that "Instinct" was nothing more than an epiphany, then "Black Book" was enough to prop up Paul Verhoeven's name as a genius. Known as the European version of Lust, Caution, the whole film is so clear that it doesn't require brainstorming, but it is not so mentally retarded that even domestic fans can see it at a glance. Those megalomaniacs who think this film is too bland probably either do not know the arduousness of all-round harmony in filmmaking, or they are blind to see the foreshadowing in the film, and the perfect loopback hook.
Although the adaptation of real events, there is still no lack of excessive dramatic tension and fatalism. But the integrity of the feature film is quite incredible, and the trade-off between business and art is as precise as the overall scene scheduling and ups and downs of the film.
The choice of actors is also remarkable. The heroine is the sexy and coquettish Scarlet Witch in "Game of Thrones". I said why those breasts look so kind. The acting in this film is excellent, which adds a lot to the story. Verhoeven's worship of female genitalia has not diminished at all, and many unnecessary dew points will inevitably help the proportion of straight men in box office revenue to act as a bait.
The overall score is 8.2, and 0.2 gives me the scene of drenching feces covering my nose. I have been thinking about what material it is made of. Coupled with the success of "Her" jointly produced by Director Fan and Aunt Yu this year, I decided to follow up on the other excellent works of the old lecher in the near future.
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