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Anais 2022-10-25 17:01:53

The movie poster looks like a realistic, naturalistic performance-style romance, but it's not, the movie is a light comedy set. At 78 minutes, it's a good choice for this type of romantic comedy, because it's all about getting a quick and immediate emotional experience. These kinds of movies are boring me right now, but the actors can keep them entertained. At the beginning, the writer girl was set as a weak and wandering character, and the rich girl was strong. At the beginning of the first sex scene between the two, the writer girl kissed the rich girl first, and things began to change. The two exchanged roles, and the movie had twists and turns. The audience is more interested. Rich girls need an opportunity to gain courage. I was looking forward to this opportunity, but the movie itself did not spend any effort to make this opportunity, and 78 minutes could not be a mature opportunity. Therefore, this change is simple to use. A lazy letter explained. The scene of stalking the restaurant in disguise didn't work. Several main male characters in the film are set to be enlightened, some comments may say that it is an emphasis on the patriarchal context, but this should be related to the type of film, the film is an entertainment film, the purpose is to mobilize more emotions , the contradictory plot of women themselves against women's power can make the audience pour out the hostility of hating iron and steel, and the positive ending of the movie also provides a relief for the gays who watch the movie with realistic situations, two people can have a house, have kids. There is a good career, and the maid doesn't care about homosexuality, and is only proud of the mistress's drink.

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I Can't Think Straight quotes

  • Tala: [writing a letter to Leyla] Every night I empty my heart, but by morning it's full again. Slowly, droplets of you seep in through the night's soft caress. But don't I overflow with thoughts of us, an aching pressure that gives me no respite. Love cannot be contained; the neat packaging of desire splits asunder, spilling crimson through my days, long languishing days that are now bruised, tender with yearning, spent searching for a fingerprint, a scent, a breath you left behind.

  • Tala: Come here. Dance with me.

    Leyla: I can't. I have absolutely no sense of rhythm.