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★★★☆
Percival 2021-12-27 08:01:03
The whole film is a silky chicken with its hamstrings picked. I want to experience the excitement of a British bandit film, but I can't let go of the softness and looseness of French buns. As a result, the two ends are not human. Fortunately, the two protagonists are like two tall breasts supporting over-cut tutu skirts. Colin Farrell's very thick horoscope eyebrows look melancholy and haggard, and the words are not greasy, even if the handsome suit is added. Unabated and fierce, it can be described as a success; Knightley made her debut from a literary film. Although she has a horse on her chest, she can't stop being loved by the world. Even if she doesn't love Captain Jack anymore, she can still squeeze the whole thing in English with a sip of smoke. Scene, don't ask me why, she was born like this.
Extended Reading
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[last lines]
Whiteboy: Heard you been lookin' for me...
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Charlotte: Do you know what a woman's for in film?
Mitchel: Go on, then.
Charlotte: What this job is that I'm supposed to want?
Mitchel: I'm listening.
Charlotte: A woman is there to get the hero to talk about himself. About his hopes, about his fears, maybe even about his fascinating, fucking childhood.