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Sea of Love
Earl 2022-01-07 15:54:07
Frank is a fragile and lonely New York police officer, unable to face the fact that his wife is away from him, indulging in alcohol paralysis. At this time, a series of murders of male corpses occurred in New York City. Frank was assigned to investigate with detective Xue Man. They were convinced that the murderer was a woman. They met the victims through the newsletter in the newspaper, and then played the romantic "Love During the song "Sea of the Sea", take the opportunity to kill the opponent. As a result, Frank disguised his identity and posted a friend’s notice in the newspaper and set a trap to lure the female suspect into the bait. Soon after, the sexy and powerful Helen appeared. The two quickly fell in love. Frank found all kinds of evidence step by step. He pointed out that the number one suspect was Helen, but he was lonely, but he was trapped in Helen's love temptation and couldn't help himself. When the deadly "Sea of Love" melody sounded again, the crisis had approached him...
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Eulalia 2022-01-07 15:54:07
This movie is really interesting. It combines criminal detective black and chick love to produce a mysterious charm. The story is very clever, leaving the suspense until the last moment. Although there must be a bug, just look at love, but it is indeed entertaining. It is very visible. Of course, the personal charm of the two protagonists is indispensable. Pacino chose such a comeback after a few bad films in the 1980s. It is still very smart to win without any effort ✌️
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Russel 2022-04-23 07:03:28
Al Pacino but the acting holds up a play. Love this poster. I like the follow-up shot at the end of the film, if you don't cut a long shot, it will be perfect.
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[last lines]
Helen Cruger: Do you still drink coffee?
Det. Frank Keller: Like it's going out of style.
Helen Cruger: C'mon, I'll buy you a cup.
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Frank Keller Sr.: [a poem by Frank's mother written in 1934 while she was in high school] I live alone within myself, like a hut within the woods; I keep my heart high upon the shelf, barren of other goods; I need another's arms to reach for it, and place it where it belongs. I need another's touch and smile, to fill my hut with songs.