"I don't know how to critique this movie. I can only say Stephen's seat arrangement was comfortable enough to sleep in. Thirty minutes in and it could easily lull someone to sleep," Tommy said, clinking glasses with the other person.
Sandra Block leaned against the railing of the terrace, her back to the glittering Hollywood Walk of Fame, and looked at Tommy with a light smile, "How was my performance? After all, I am the one you chose from that pile of actor application forms."
Tommy recalled the scenes he had watched, then nodded, "Of course, you played Zoey, very pretty. Shrew, right? There was a scene where you carried your mother on the street, showing your bare butt to a homeless man together with your classmates, providing him with humanitarian care. Even though there were no detailed shots, just by looking at the clothes and the color of the belly, one could tell that the scene must have been beautiful, stirring the imagination."
