Why did the beautiful screenwriter of "Leftover Women Are King" make such a bad film?

How messy is the story line of this movie? An older single woman was urged to get married by her family, and Pan Hong (not a dirty word here) who played her mother was blacked out by her mother. After a big fight, she easily mingled with the super male vase Eddie Peng Yuyan Yuyan. A woman who was afraid to confess, encouraged by her best friend who donated her kidney to her ex-boyfriend (what the hell), boldly confessed to her brother and sister, and then her mother got Alzheimer's disease due to gas poisoning. Pussy decided to give up fresh meat and marry an elderly doctor. Finally, because of her father's forced insertion, the moved woman gave up the doctor, and the previously broken fresh meat line suddenly continued. Well, the woman who gets fresh meat is the "king". Li Pingbin's photography is gorgeous, but the infuriating editing directly adds fuel to the fire by adding already chaotic story lines. The only advantage of female screenwriters seems to be the delicacy of women, and such delicacy keeps the film immersed in a high school girl-like creation. It seems that female pig feet don't need to resist their situation at all, or even respond. I just always pretend, "Ma, I'm so sorry for Mao ... in fact, I'm still innocent ... I'm so sad." Finally, I became a hero of the times and brought the handsome man back. The funniest thing is that the director, as a young woman in literature and art who has requirements for herself, wants to force this frustrated Marisol to break through the barriers with women and embark on the road of glory grafting like a queen, and wants to fight straight women's cancer, but like an old girl who finally "becomes a wife", she conveys the values of continuing to squeeze women together with the patriarchal society. So the annoying hostess, like a fake independent woman, picked up the pen in her hand and engraved "forgotten love" on her arm trembling.

The rest is not because you can't get married, and even if you get married, you won't be king.

Jing M.Guo's writers, seemingly gloomy, are actually hurt by this society, secretly scrambling for the platform of consumerism and patriarchal logic.

Buying an abortion behind Hermes' back is always a tearful feeling.