Just a very documentary biopic, a shredded biopic. At the end of the credits I was so scared that he shot his wife; but at the end I thought the driver was the sniper who didn't die. In the end, I still died and wanted to give a bad review because there was no bright spot, but the daughter was so beautiful and the son was the poor man in the blood clan.
Fortunately, the funeral at the end made me cry, I really cried! The trumpet is actually more suitable for celebrating life than the melancholy of the cello.
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