The first tertiary movie I watched

Issac 2022-04-20 09:02:26

This is the first tertiary film that my mother watched. At that time, it seemed that she had just turned 18 years old. So is this film considered a coming-of-age gift from my unscrupulous brother?
Speaking of which, today it seems that this third-level film is very pediatric, at least N grades worse than Uncle Li's "Lust and Caution", but at that time it was enough to make me blush and make my hands and feet feel cold. Coupled with the plot that needs to be understood, I will feel nauseated when I see dumplings with pink filling for a while.
There is also that disgusting egg. One foot stepped on it and hatched a chick. I remember that I saw this thing. It is said that it is made of eggs that are 20 but not more than ten days old. It is said that it can prevent high blood pressure. But I really didn't have the courage and determination, even though my brother and father ate it calmly.
I saw Bai Ling without makeup and I actually recognized her halfway through. Miriam Yeung laughed without opening her mouth, which made me a little depressed, but the whole film itself was very depressing, extramarital affairs, incest, murder, three sex scenes, one The abortion scene in high school, and at the end Miriam Yeung took a kitchen knife and chopped off the 5-month-old fetus. It was an experience for my life and psychology. . . . .
Still, it's a good movie.

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Dumplings quotes

  • Mei, the cook: Let me tell you, all expensive cosmetics claim to contain precious stuff like bird's nest, ginseng, pearl powder, pollen, royal jelly, whatever. Who cares? For women to rejuvenate, you must start from inside for the best result. Only my secret formula can do this. Mrs. Li, think of the results, not what it was.

  • Mei, the cook: [singing] Rough is the nature of Lake Hung / My home is on the shore / At dawn, boats go out with nets / At dusk, they return loaded with fish / Wild ducks and lotus roots are here / The scent of rice fills our autumn air / They say heaven is beautiful / How can it compare with my Lake Hung?