-
Jennings 2022-04-08 08:01:02
to the girl by the sea
The seagulls are flying and the sea is singing. Day by day, the sun goes down again without knowing it, and she is getting old.
I don't know how to describe this story, but the most sincere feelings touched me. It seems to be a pure and true heart that no matter how old you are.
I believe in the... -
Bernard 2022-04-08 09:01:13
Novels and Actors
In the interview with the director, the director mentioned that the two sisters in the original novel are actually in their 40s, but if they can invite Judi Dench to perform, age is not a problem. Thinking about the possibility of sisters in their 40s falling in love with a 20-year-old, it is more...
Toby Jones
Early Experience
Performing Experience
-
Burley 2022-04-15 09:01:07
The images of Mrs. M, Professor McGonagall and Zemo are preconceived and dance scenes all the time...
-
Kelvin 2022-04-14 09:01:07
I don't think Judi Dench is a nympho, but she's really a nympho; Maggie Smith looks haggard. Then Daniel Brühl's musical and emotional lines are far-fetched (he seems to like playing with old people as much as I do). The soundtrack is good.
Related articles
-
[they have finished dinner, still waiting for Andrea to return]
Janet Widdington: I'm going to phone Pendered.
Ursula Widdington: All right.
Janet Widdington: [Janet goes to the phone] Trevannic 412, please, Mrs. Pengelley... Hello? Mr. Pendered?... Yeah, it's - it's Janet Widdington... Yeah, well - hello... Yes, we're rather worried about Andrea. We were expecting him for supper. And we...
[her face falls as she listens]
Janet Widdington: Oh, I - oh, I see... No, no - we didn't know... Yes... Well, thank you.
[she hangs up]
Ursula Widdington: Janet, what's happened?
Janet Widdington: They've gone.
Ursula Widdington: What do you mean?
Janet Widdington: I mean, Andrea's gone. With that woman.
Ursula Widdington: I don't understand.
Janet Widdington: Andrea and the Danilof woman were seen getting on the train to London.
Ursula Widdington: [Ursula begins to cry] Oh, Jan- Oh, Janet! No. Oh, Janet. No, oh no!
Janet Widdington: Don't, Ursula.
Ursula Widdington: Oh no...
Janet Widdington: Ursula.
Ursula Widdington: [Ursula sobs harder, her face in her hands] Janet!
Janet Widdington: Oh don't!
[she hugs Ursula, who clings to her and cries harder]
Ursula Widdington: Janet, Janet!
Janet Widdington: Don't. You mustn't, Ursula. No, you mustn't. Please!
-
[Dorcas stuffs a chicken while Janet listens to the radio in the next room and Andrea practices upstairs. Janet turns off the radio and comes into the kitchen]
Janet Widdington: Doesn't sound good. I can't listen anymore.
Dorcas: Don't know how you can stand it. Sounds like a strangled cat.
Janet Widdington: I meant the news!
Dorcas: Oh, right.
Janet Widdington: Do we have any parsnips?
Dorcas: Bit early for parsnips. Plenty of spuds, though.
Janet Widdington: Well, we shall have to have extra spuds. Potatoes.