The Failures of Healthcare in 'Zero Refills' - MiamisFF Review
'Zero Refills' highlights the despicable treatment of the less fortunate by healthcare providers and big pharmaceuticals.

The film tells the story of Zhang Hao, a martial arts stuntman who has stellar skills but has no talent. His family life is not going well. He returns to the house and leaks when he finds out that he has cancer. Recognizing the FBI, he was involved in an operation to annihilate the Golden Triangle drug lord by mistake, and all kinds of ironic stories happened in the process. With the appearance of different characters, Brother Hao's various "death by tricks" plans were frequently interrupted, and many jokes were made, but he also slowly realized the true meaning of life...
'Zero Refills' highlights the despicable treatment of the less fortunate by healthcare providers and big pharmaceuticals.
In Amazon’s new shark flick, The Devil’s Mouth, terrible tourists finally get their comeuppance while two estranged best friends must overcome their petty squabbles to survive as the rest of their party gets chomped one by one. While it’s by no means an Oscar winner, The Devil’s Mouth is good old fashioned shark week carnage with a tourist critical twist, perfect with popcorn, a friend, and a healthy does of schadenfreude.
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A young woman finds herself trapped in a crossfire of awkwardness during a nightmarish dinner party with her boyfriend's dysfunctional family.
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