一首有起有伏张弛有度的爱情诗I have noted that when she does arrive, my heart is like a leaf borne over a rock by rapidly moving water./When she left, I was like a skiff at sea with neither a hand nor helm to guide it./We hold our friendship between us and study it, as if it were the incomplete map of our escape.
Is this a mockery of omakase? Too crafty, like Triangle of Sadness. Men’s folly, in this film and is this film. I think the cat-fight scene should placed before, not in the end, make it feel too planted.