What a bad luck, holding a voucher in hand, but can't exchange for "Arthur and His Mini World". According to the uncle of the parking lot, there are about a dozen ticket dealers here and there. I don't want to waste the coupons, so I have to go with the flow to watch "The Great Adventure".
I don't know which neural propaganda translated the name of this movie into this, which is quite vulgar. It might as well be called "You Know What I Did at Sea" to attract ordinary people.
In the whole teaching film, each learning stage is carefully explained by the instructor, and even how to do the ideological work is responsible. Old Kevin was disheveled and sloppy. The handsome little guy Kutcher is so stingy that he doesn't even show his upper body, it's not worth it, refund the ticket!
The movie seems to be saying: Is personal heroism necessary?
The cinema can't stretch its legs, (my legs are not long). It's like flying in economy class. I think it's a waste of time to fold myself here for more than two hours. Don't invite me next time, I won't come.
I had long guessed that the day the apprentice came out of the mountain was the time when the master dedicated himself. But I don't want the director to be so long-winded, because he came from selling stretched noodles. . . Every time I want to applaud, stand up, and leave, the movie has not ended again and again.
Finally, the living Lei Feng on the sea turned into a fairy and lived forever in the hearts of the American people. Otherwise, I really don't know how the director will end it.
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