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I had hired them for wedding. There is nothing special. Firstly, I like the wedding video after I reviewed 4 times. First time, our video was mixed up with with others. Second time, spelling mistakes at first introduction. Third time, one event's whole video was missing. Fourth time, introductory part was outdated like old movies. Finally, fifth time I received perfect video. Secondly, They haven't put effort to look better photo album. They just picked up the pics that u selected for album. There was no synchronisation.

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Good placen......nSo awful is “Suicide Squad” that, in relative terms, “Batman v Superman” deserves an Oscar and a collective apology from critics who thought that it was as low as recent superhero (sorry, metahuman) movies could stoop. This pile of stinking, incoherent garbage won’t be the final nail in DC’s coffin, but the door is swinging closed very, very fast.nnWhere to begin. The plot? Non-existent. The supposedly villainous titular squad? Either one dimensional or trying too hard to be relatable. The Joker? Ugh.nnAnyone capable of constructing a cohesive human thought should hate “Suicide Squad”. The worst part about it is that it’s not even bad enough to be good; not even fun enough to make you forget its flaws. All of those alleged “Deadpool”-related re-shoots done to “lighten up” the movie were a waste of time and money. Ours and the studio’s. The vast majority of gags fall flat on their face, much like the action sequences and dialogue. Only through these pathetic links is the film remotely consistent.nnWe start the movie with the camera approaching a reddish wasteland, harbouring a mega-prison for the world’s “worst of the worst”, soundtracked to the familiar strains of the original “House of the Rising Sun”.  Oh look! There’s Will Smith’s Deadshot sweatily punching a bag. A few words are exchanged with a guard. A blink-and-you’ll miss it torture scene is tacked on. But, hey, I’m on-board. Then, he’s gone and another song takes over. This time “You Don’t Own Me” echoes onscreen, as Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn is introduced. A little bit of snappy dialogue and… oh, she’s gone, too. It’s time for a backstory bonanza – and you’ve got an invite to the show.nn20 minutes. 20 minutes of exposition. 20 minutes of the most cluttered, rambling, barely-edited cinema you may ever see. We’re supposed to care about Colonel Rick Flag’s (Joel Kinnaman) relationship with an archaeologist (boringly) played by Cara Delevingne, who has been taken over by an ancient evil witch known as Enchantress. We’re supposed to care that the Joker is a pimp-ish underground gangster wannabe who only exists to get his girlfriend (Harley Quinn) back from the clutches of government agent, Amanda Waller (Viola Davis). But we don’t, because nothing in this thundering turd of a film makes any sense or gives us any reason to care about anyone or anything.nnJared Leto’s Joker is an insult to the character,

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