I really watched it with the word "otaku". Before I saw it, I thought it was a no-brained three-vulgar movie or a deep critique of bitter hatred, but it was obviously not in this rhythm.
No matter how patiently I finished watching, I don't need to be patient. This movie is very relaxing, not boring. Jason Siegel was rarely caught by me after "Books and Freaks."
There is so much nonsense, what I really want to say is: I like this kind of film, and I hate it. I like to watch the nervous jeff and the burnt pat, how these frustrated little people interpret that kind of dissatisfaction with the status quo and helpless; hate this tepid narrative, after reading it, they will be buried in the film sea and can't remember. Like not to play a ball together to gain friends, not to open a room or go to bed, life is not as good as in movies, and not as fucking as in movies; I hate it, but I don’t have some baggage, even if it is a bit of trouble. Cute but cute lines? Otherwise it would be an amazing encounter. I like to watch it many times and never get tired of it, unpretentious, brave for love, arbitrarily for dreams, persistent for faith; hate sharon who is immersed in fire sprinklers, jeff who resolutely threw himself and the three mother and son who have been separated by their souls for a long time Hug together can heal me. Damn it!
It should be said that the story of the whole film is unfolded by Jeff’s slightly mysterious omens control complex. For the innocent and paranoid people with such a cosmological view of mortals who have a reason for everything, if their strange ideas are A coincidence in the third dimension, they are also the kind of people who can most desperately grasp such a small and great coincidence.
Before Jeff rescued Kevin, so many undesirable signs of the sky were just for Pat and Linda's broken mirror to reunite. It was really uncomfortable with the thunder and the rain. Until he sat on the sofa at the beginning again, watching the TV telling what the phone call meant at the beginning, Jeff silently took a bite of the biscuit, and he decided to glue the missing fan blade from the first baffle.
A little bit of extraordinary omens and inadvertent touches that only oneself feel, may be silently swallowed up by the life of chatting and trivial headaches, and the mood of creating wonderful and pleasant surprises has become elusive, just like my cheap cure.
These seemingly more and more irrelevant and hypocritical things are just a fan blade lost by the baffle of life, and I also decided to stick it back.
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