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Salvador 2022-08-05 19:11:56
It’s horrible to die, and the house is enough to make public phone calls. The theme is that women shouldn’t give up their careers hahaha! The master can shoot any material...
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Abelardo 2022-08-05 18:30:52
The murderer is Superman, knows everything! everywhere! Goblin’s soundtrack is really a strong assist from Dario...
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Monica 2022-09-02 19:18:49
Can anyone tell me why the murder happened
At the beginning of the film, a woman with superpowers talked about her sudden loss of control screaming, sensing that someone around her was mercilessly killed by a dagger, there was also a nursery rhyme, a house. This is, a person has left the venue (this is the murderer). The woman decided that...
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Trenton 2022-08-19 21:04:13
Story truth
It seems that no one has spoiled it after reading the film review or sorted out the plot. Let me say a few words. It is purely my own logic. Share it with everyone for discussion, so don't spoil anything that is wrong.
To be honest, when I started to watch the movie, the image quality, sound...
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Gianna Brezzi: I think that a woman's gotta be independent so she can...
Marcus Daly: Oh, don't start with me about all that woman's stuff. It is a fundamental fact... men are different from women. Women are... weaker; well, they're gentler.
Gianna Brezzi: They're what? Weaker? Gentler?
[she howls in laughter - stops laughing, stands, unbuttons jacket, moves to the table, determinedly clearing it]
Marcus Daly: What on earth are you doing?
Gianna Brezzi: [sitting again and holding her arm up, wriggling her fingers] Come on, Tarzan. Why don't you try me?
Marcus Daly: What's that?
Gianna Brezzi: Arm wrestling.
[brusquely]
Gianna Brezzi: Come on. Then we'll see who's weaker!
Marcus Daly: Oh, don't be ridiculous!
Gianna Brezzi: You backing out?
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Carlo: Look, maybe you've seen something so important you can't realize it.
Marcus Daly: But... I'm just trying to understand, because...
Carlo: You know, sometimes what you actually see and what you imagine... get mixed up in your memory like a cocktail... from which you can no longer distinguish one flavor from another.
Marcus Daly: But I'm telling you the truth!
Carlo: No, Marc. You think you're telling the truth, but in fact... you're telling only your version of the truth. It happens to me all the time.
