Recently I accidentally watched Dolan's Laurence Anyways and this one. Occasionally there are (popular?!) womenswear segments, crazy polyamorous relationships and scars, healing. But at the end of the former, when the male protagonist casually mentioned the title of the film when he was young, I almost burst into tears, and I don't know why; and when I saw the male protagonist continue to be happy after gaining life and emotional experience, I only clearly remember that he The madness of death and the honeyed passion for corpses and graves, nauseating.
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