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Jerrell 2022-04-23 07:01:40
Manderley's dream
1. The novel is good, the movie is also good
2. The source of inspiration for Zhen Huan's biography of the Empress Chunyuan?
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Lenna 2022-04-20 09:01:34
butterfly dreamer
I watched "The Butterfly Dream" for Hitchcock, and when I woke up, I forgot about this stout old man, full of Lawrence Oliver and Joan Fontaine. But no matter how good the actors are, they are still not as amazing as this story. Butterfly dreams are like dreams amplifying the influence of people's...
Nigel Bruce
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Sheila 2022-03-26 09:01:04
The more you go, the worse it gets, the tone of the haze doesn't hold at all
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Courtney 2021-11-12 08:01:24
Hitchcock’s first Hollywood movie, Oscar for Best Picture. 1. The suspense is strong, the rhythm is tight, and the look and feel is good; 2. The opening monologue nightmare returns to the Mandeley Manor to perform the mirror praise; 3. Joan Fontaine is too beautiful, and the innocent, shy, nervous and restless girl is rendered into the woods; 4. The mysterious charm of Rebecca who is always absent, McGoofen's variation; 5. The sea as an interlude and symbol of Gothic Manor is the predecessor of [Citizen Kane] Xanadu. (9.0/10)
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Mrs. de Winter: [opening voice-over] Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done. But as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon it. Nature had come into her own again, and little by little had encroached upon the drive with long, tenacious fingers. On and on wound the poor thread that had once been our drive, and finally there was Manderley. Manderley - secretive and silent. Time could not mar the perfect symmetry of those walls. Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, and suddenly it seemed to me that light came from the windows. And then a cloud came upon the moon and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. We can never go back to Manderley again. That much is certain. But sometimes, in my dreams I do go back to the strange days of my life, which began for me in the South of France.
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Maxim de Winter: You despise me, don't you?
