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Melissa 2022-04-23 07:02:06
notes
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Travis comes out, runs out of water, goes to an abandoned bar, faints.
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The doctor from the local clinic rescued Travis, found that he was injured all over his body, and called the phone number on his body.
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The younger brother received a call at work and discussed with his wife Ann, revealing... -
Deshaun 2022-04-21 09:02:08
Paris, Texas - 8/10
It's a lonely movie, and it's great to watch alone. Her rhythm is slow, but her lines, pictures and music are beautiful. What kind of story is hidden behind the reticence of the male protagonist is revealed at the end of the film, which completely saves the dullness of the whole film. . . Facing...
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Braulio 2021-12-11 08:01:17
Regarding the "recovered" road movie, the blockbuster movies of blue sky and white clouds and the endless wilderness are very eye-catching. The period when a man tells a story to a woman through the glass resonates deeply. I have had a similar story. In the past, the scenes can only be turned into third-person stories. When I tell you, the past is like smoke, tears are streaming down my face, and the air is separated. The result is your end of the world and my cape.
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Maurine 2021-12-11 08:01:17
After so many years, the sequel "Texas, Braised Chicken" still failed to come out.
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Walt: We live in the suburbs, but I've got my business in town
Travis: Oh yeah? What's your business?
Walt: I make billboard signs for advertising.
Travis: Oh yeah? So *you*'re the one who makes those signs, I love those. Some of them are beautiful.
Walt: I'm not the only one who makes them, Trav.
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Travis: He thought if she never got jealous of him that she didn't really care about him. Jealousy was a sign of her love for him, and then one night, one night she told him that she was pregnant, she was about three or four months pregnant and he didn't even know and then suddenly everything changed, he stopped drinking, he got a steady job, he was convinced that she loved him now that she was carrying his child and he was going to dedicate himself to making a home for her. But a funny thing started to happen, he didn't even notice it at first, she started to change. From the day the baby was born, she began to get irritated with everything around her. She got mad at everything. Even the baby seemed to be an injustice to her. He kept trying to make everything all right for her. Buy her things. Take her out to dinner once a week. But nothing seemed to satisfy her. For two years he struggled to pull them back together like they were when they first met, but finally he knew that it was never going to work out. So he hit the bottle again. But this time it got... mean. This time, when he came home late at night, she wasn't worried about him, or jealous, she was just enraged. She accused him of holding her captive by making her have a baby. She told him that she dreamed about escaping. That was all she dreamed about: escape. She saw herself at night running naked down a highway, running across fields, running down riverbeds, always running. And always, just when she was about to get away, he'd be there. He would stop her somehow. He would just appear and stop her. And when she told him these dreams, he believed them. He knew she had to be stopped or she'd leave him forever. So he tied a cow bell to her ankle so he could hear at night if she tried to get out of bed. But she learned how to muffle the bell by stuffing a sock into it, and inching her way out of the bed and into the night. He caught her one night when the sock fell out and he heard her trying to run to the highway. He caught her and dragged her back to the trailer, and tied her to the stove with his belt. He just left her there and went back to bed and lay there listening to her scream. And he listened to his son scream, and he was surprised at himself because he didn't feel anything anymore. All he wanted to do was... sleep. And for the first time, he wished he were far away. Lost in a deep, vast country where nobody knew him. Somewhere without language, or streets. He dreamed about this place without knowing its name. And when he woke up, he was on fire. There were blue flames burning the sheets of his bed. He ran through the flames toward the only two people he loved... but they were gone. His arms were burning, and he threw himself outside and rolled on the wet ground. Then he ran. He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. He ran until the sun came up and he couldn't run any further. And when the sun went down, he ran again. For five days he ran like this until every sign of man had disappeared.
