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... s of film critics are not too big difference.

How to shoot? Very good; hero and heroine? Good; shot cut? Very good; the main story line... well, what does the director want to tell people through such a reversal of the male protagonist? Yes, that's right, Benjamin Button has met all kinds of characters, witnessed the tragedy of real life, and experienced the greatness of human nature, but... what is the movie trying to say?

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