False film review, to my dear dude

This is a typical American university town: every summer vacation, even on a cool Friday summer night, there are few people on the road. It was almost 9 o'clock in the evening, but the sky was still bright. I drove to the southeast, the sky in front of me showed a gradual light blue, and the cloud top was pink. The yellow full moon is very close to the horizon, sometimes obscured by ridges, and then reappears. In the darker place under the big tree, with the light of fireflies,

my mood is not as good as the atmosphere and the scenery are peaceful and calm

. They play one movie a week, two shows a day. There are often all kinds of movies that are not shown in large theaters, and popular movies are also shown but they will be late for a week, and they will only be shown for one week. Today’s poster shows two young girls. I think it’s about girls’ friendship, so they buy tickets

and the story is about a group of teenage girls forming a rock band. The background is in the magical period of the 70s. Except for the record producer, all the main characters are pink girls. For anyone who still has or has had young cells, what can be better than a beautiful girl + dream + music? No, no. What's more, in the background of national hippie and openness, any rebellious behavior has become a routine, which is more and more fascinating.

My two favorite scenes are the first kiss and follow-up between the guitarist Joan and the lead singer Cherie, and on the Japanese stage. Perform the part of Cherry Bomb. The combination of light and angle is quite beautiful and psychedelic. Especially during the performance, there was no incitement of fangs and claws, but on the contrary, it was even more intriguing.

Originally thought it was just a movie, it was only discovered at the end that it was a true story. In particular, Joan created the famous "I Love Rock'n'Roll" after the team was disbanded. She is also the producer of

this film. She is so ignorant that it fits my nickname on a forum many years ago: fake lady pseudo rock. In the past few years, I said that I liked rock music. First, I told the filmmakers to vent my anger, second, to have an excuse to eat, chat, and drink with a group of friends. Those friends who ate, chatted, traveled and drank at night were much purer than me. Now everyone is scattered everywhere, occasionally in contact. I have been in this small town for a long time, and there was nowhere to go after 9 o'clock in the evening. I miss them, miss the watermelon and fried noodles in the middle of the night

I miss it the most, the treasure I have gained in those years. Dear Dutou, I just watched such a movie full of girls, telling me how I don’t want you

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