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Lilyan 2022-01-13 08:02:07
There are headline parties everywhere-sex, love, burgers
Frankie And Johnny, look at how these translators titled the party, and it turned out to be "sex, love, burger full". Seeing the title of the Chinese version, I am excited to watch it. It turned out to be Al Pacino, the old pole in the feminine fragrance, the indifferent and ruthless godfather in...
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Freda 2022-01-13 08:02:07
The joys and sorrows of the little people
Although the evaluation is generally not high, I still like this movie very much. On the one hand, this is the second collaboration between Al and Pfeiffer. At this time, Pfeiffer is no longer the beauty vase in "Scarface", but an absolute acting school, interpreting a middle-aged woman who has...
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Eloy 2022-03-15 09:01:05
Like the 1980s, when there were no mobile phones and computers, people in love loved them wholeheartedly. There is no exaggerated persecution. People look like in life. Al Pacino doesn’t look very handsome, and Michelle Pfeiffer is not so stunning. They seem to be chefs and waitresses in small restaurants. They have many shortcomings and are not special. They don’t even think that they will become wonderful partners when they are together. However, the stumbling path of affection or life should have been. That's it. How can there be so many great loves that are worthy of praise, the emotions of ordinary people, although ordinary and ordinary, are also precious.
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Deondre 2022-03-18 09:01:05
In the sister chapter of the Sea of Love, Pa was so affectionate that I hated him deeply, because he always deliberately expresses those beautiful emotions that I have never encountered. A typical film from the early nineties, delicate and realistic.
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Johnny: So, how about you? Do you ever want to kill yourself sometimes?
Frankie: Yeah, everybody wants to kill themselves sometime.
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Frankie: Why do you want to kill yourself sometimes?
Johnny: I want to kill myself sometimes when I think that I'm the only person in the world and that part of me that feels that way is trapped inside this body, that only bumps into other bodies, without ever connecting to the only other person in the world trapped inside of them. We have to connect. We just have to.
