It's another Loser story.
A biographer, arrogant, bad-tempered, alcoholic...all-round loser.
Career frustration: The work was sold at a 2.5% discount in the bookstore, and was despised by the clerk. Unable to write new works, he was cast aside by the agent.
Social frustration: No friends, no family, only a cat is dependent on each other.
Life is frustrated: I can’t afford to pay my rent, my house is messed up, cat feces under my bed, I have to trick me into wearing a coat when I go to a party.
Life frustration: over fifty, nothing.
By chance, I found out that I could make money by fabricating letters from deceased celebrities and selling them to collectors. These profits can gradually pick up my life. It feels like a dying life suddenly has straw, and if you work harder, you can rejuvenate. chance.
There seems to be a talent or a biographer of identity dictates, she can put these celebrities and from letters written with really like, that tone and choice of words seemed to come from the pen of those celebrities, and thus rise in the market was Keep raising prices. This ability to conceal the truth from the fake made her suddenly feel a sense of accomplishment.
In addition to money, she also got friends and wine.
Why are those collectors keen on collecting celebrity letters? Probably the sense of superiority is at fault, and the vanity of "no one has me " makes people addicted, so it is easy to be deceived. For people in this circle, celebrity letters are a kind of arrogant social capital, even if the letters are fake. But apart from the fabricator, who knows that it is fake?
Friends of celebrities.
There will always be a day when things are exposed, and what should happen will always happen. After all, no one can escape Murphy's law. More than 400 letters were forged, and some of them were passed to celebrities and cronies, and they would be suspected.
Finally the FBI found it.
At the trial, she was very frank: I don't regret it. On the contrary, the days when the letters were made up were the happiest days in this life. The value of life was released in the making up, and an author found the shining point of his life.
Very sad. Thinking of Manchester by the sea, drunken folk songs, rewinding life...what a fuck.
Watercress 7.1 points lower, and may be able we are all mourning the loss of forced patience. The tempo of the film is slow, but 106 minutes is not lengthy, and there is nothing superfluous in the footage. Too many seemingly careless details deepen the tragedy of this character.
The soundtrack is outstanding, and there is no great joy or sadness. Even the jazz sorrow tune that flows slowly with the plot also highlights the frustration that is nowhere to be placed.
The actor's performance is also wonderful, and Melissa, who is a comedy-born, is worthy of being nominated as a queen figure. The male match is also great, with ease.
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