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Annamae 2023-01-26 12:55:14
Dark, desperate, gray tones, father-son love, beautiful music, this is the end of the world, much better than...
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Kamryn 2023-01-25 18:52:40
Nothing new, no plot, but still a good atmosphere, 3 and a half...
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Colt 2023-01-15 16:51:38
Civilized people should not be...
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Eryn 2022-11-22 10:13:30
carry the fire, keep walking...
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Eryn 2022-11-14 03:13:01
No Country for Old Men used to move me. Road is a moving...
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Kaleigh 2022-10-13 06:11:46
endless....depression February in Finland is really not suitable for watching this movie.... once again falling into endless...
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Dessie 2022-10-06 03:26:10
Fast forward all the way and play Samsung and pretend I've seen this movie, it's so boring, I can't watch it without Viggo. Although the styles are different, I always think of [Sunrise Martyr's Shrine] when I watch it (fast forward), which may be related to the color tone and the sense of desolation. When I watched Viggo cook a human flesh dinner in [Chainsaw], I also thought of rice. Kelsen's [Green Butcher], these two uncles look more and more...
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Oceane 2022-09-05 23:21:18
I dozed off...
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Paris 2022-09-03 06:11:22
Endless gray, everything is so helpless and...
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Una 2022-09-02 20:52:07
The Brotherhood of Steel will cover...
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Dewitt 2022-01-25 08:08:00
"Doomsday": The end times are not for entertainment
In retrospect, the first trailer for the movie was like a pretense.
Tsunamis, hurricanes, landslides, ground fissures... The beginning is a series of disaster scenes. Knowing a little about the story, I couldn't help but wonder at the time: Is this a disaster movie? !
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Blaze 2022-03-16 09:01:03
Summarize a few places that you think are better
After watching "The Promise of the East", I fell in love with Viggo Mortensen, saying that in order to pay attention to each of his works, the second time I watched this movie has been delayed until today. In the end of cannibalism, my father insisted on the greatest Father's love is to keep a good...
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The Man: The clocks stopped at one seventeen. There was a long shear of bright light, then a series of low concussions. I think it's October but I can't be sure. I haven't kept a calender for years. Each day is more gray than the one before. It is cold and growing colder as the world slowly dies. No animals have survived, and all the crops are long gone. Someday all the trees in the world will fall. The roads are peopled by refugees towing carts, and gangs carrying weapons, looking for fuel and food.
The Man: Within a year there were fires on the ridges and deranged chanting. There has been cannibalism. Cannibalism is the great fear. Mostly I worry about food, always food. Food and the cold and our shoes. Sometimes I tell the boy old stories of courage and justice, difficult as they are to remember. All I know is the child is my warrant, and if he is not the word of God, then God never spoke.
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Wife: My heart was ripped out of me the night he was born.
