Where is the acting FL?
Watching the female lead is like enduring a masterclass in monotony. Her acting was so flat that it makes a wooden plank look lively in comparison. Watching paint dry would be more thrilling an experience I think?
But oh wait, watching a tree grow in slow motion might actually be more exciting too. Whenever she's on screen , the energy is so stagnant that you could use that time spent to literally do anything else—like counting the individual grains of sand on a beach or timing how long it takes for an ice cube to melt. It’s a truly special kind of boredom, one where every moment drags on like a never-ending lecture on the history of paint drying.
I can go on and on.. but I'll stop here.
But oh wait, watching a tree grow in slow motion might actually be more exciting too. Whenever she's on screen , the energy is so stagnant that you could use that time spent to literally do anything else—like counting the individual grains of sand on a beach or timing how long it takes for an ice cube to melt. It’s a truly special kind of boredom, one where every moment drags on like a never-ending lecture on the history of paint drying.
I can go on and on.. but I'll stop here.
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