Trevor Bardette

Trevor Bardette

  • Born: 1902-11-19
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  • Profession: actor
  • Representative Works: "McKenna's Gold Rush", "Fake Father's True Love"
  • Trevor Bardette is an actor whose main works include "McKenna's Gold Rush" and "The True Love of a False Father".
    Extended Reading
    • Kyle 2022-03-12 08:01:02

      foreign jealous woman

      From the beginning of the film, the title seems to think it is a love story of Betty Davis being wronged, Betty who is translucent, which looks like 30 years old. Towards the end of the film, she slowly realized the evil of her jealous woman.

      The more I look at it, the more I feel that this movie is...

    • Madelyn 2022-03-12 08:01:02

      A compilation of teaching materials for red shirt and tear stains

      Film Art 152 Betty is the most important person in the set This three-point lighting method puts her in focus Film Art 220 The director is here to show that taking what matters off the screen first and then bringing it into the frame creates a stunning Effect The hand intrudes into the picture to...

    • Ismael 2022-03-23 09:03:27

      A woman who is scheming and arrogant finally completes herself and the redemption of her former lover. I just like Betty's role in this kind of role, the eyes in the film are absolutely amazing!

    • Garnett 2022-04-24 07:01:25

      While Julie wants to be a black swan in social situations (with red dresses, of course), isn't Preston also in her own field, wanting to try some kind of innovation with a plan to build a railroad? After all, both of them were two sides of a certain rebellious spirit of that era, and it heralded the arrival of the outbreak of contradictions accelerated by the plague.

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    Jezebel quotes

    • Julie: Pres, why did you do it? Why Pres?

      Preston Dillard: Because I love her.

      Julie: But you had my love.

      Preston Dillard: And lost it.

      Julie: Wasn't that memory more real than anything she had to give to you?

      [Preston walks away]

      Julie: Oh, don't be cross with me, Pres. Just tell me. You must!

      Preston Dillard: Please don't, Julie!

      Julie: Shall I cry for you? Nobody ever made me cry but you... And that was only twice! Do you remember?

      Preston Dillard: Yes.

      Julie: How much do you remember?

      Preston Dillard: Everything you ever said or did. But that's passed now, Julie. Done. Finished.

      Julie: I ought to have come to you. I wanted to so terribly. It was because I wanted to so much that I couldn't. You do understand that, don't you, Pres?

      Preston Dillard: I didn't understand. I just knew what you did.

      Julie: But you had to come back home, didn't you? You had to come back to the country and the things you know, because you belong here! Nothing can change that. Pres, Listen... Can you hear them? The night noises? The mockingbird in the magnolia? See the moss hanging from the moonlight? You can fairly taste the night, can't you? You're part of it, Pres, and it's part of you. Like I am. You can't get away from us, Pres, we're both in your blood. This is the country you were born to, the country you know and trust. Your country, Pres! Amy wouldn't understand. She'd think there'd be snakes.

      Preston Dillard: Julie, please!

      Julie: Oh, it isn't tame and easy like the North. It's quick and dangerous, but you trust it! Remember how the fever mist smells in the bottoms, rank and rotten? But you trust that, too, because it's part of you. Just as I'm part of you and we'll never let you go!

      [Julie kisses Preston, he pushes her away]

      Julie: Pres, you're afraid!

      [Preston glares at her angrily and walks away]

    • Preston: [stands at the door] Goodbye, Julie.

      Julie: [looks at Preston slightly shocked] Is that all you've got to say to me?

      Preston: There's nothing more to say.

      Julie: Evidently, you've made up your mind.

      Preston: No, Julie. You've made up my mind.

      Julie: [looks at Preston and smiles slightly] Goodbye, Pres.

      [shakes his hand, eyes him carefully, frowns, and then slaps him]

      Preston: Goodbye, Julie.