Maybe it was because I watched too few American TV shows and movies, or maybe I ate too much steamed buns and green vegetables before, but I still surrendered to the writings of these self-righteous American screenwriters. From the surprise at the beginning, to the doubts, to the unfinished meaning at the end, I bite the hook from beginning to end, and now I have to admit that I am funny.
The opening is fascinating, the characters, plot, and setting are impeccable, but if you think about the details, there are still many failures. In a brain-burning TV series with details and clueless clues, a single failure can seem like a drop of stain on a napkin, and you have to keep using it to finish the meal.
Maybe the writers wanted to create such a heroine - paranoid, almost pathological, and outwardly tough until she finally broke down. But I still can't forgive her for revealing the polygraph to Brandi, and I still can't understand why she came to the Veterans Mutual Aid scene. To be honest, the writers are filling the characters with garbage and making a name for humanity. (Thanks to the lead actor, I can't imagine the female lead being pretentious because of her poor acting skills)
But this show, after all, made me stay up for a few nights, falling asleep in my heartbeat. Suffice it to say that this is a cultural fast food full of American flavors, filling your stomach without you having to think. There is no need to say much about the pleasure of the heartbeat, but I don’t want to experience it any more, so let’s go here, watch one season, and talk about the rest later, and leave it to the hungry me in the future. This season has already had a chemical reaction in my stomach, just like the fast food of the past, just the flavor is different.
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