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Bette 2022-04-23 07:02:36
if this is the love
This is a Japanese-like film in a British frame. The plot is very jumpy, and I personally think it is a bit similar to the narrative technique of "time and space" in the novel "Wuthering Heights": the plot develops in two directions, one is about the past-flashback, and the other is the...
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Ludie 2022-04-21 09:02:33
The end of an era, the disappearance of a love
The Remains of the Day The Chinese translations of "Farewell to the Lovely Heaven", "The Long Day Left Marks" and "The Long Day Will End" are all beautiful.
I like the male protagonist's rigorous approach to job responsibilities, but under the training mode of a working environment...
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Eunice 2022-03-24 09:02:15
Helpless time is gone forever, only to leave empty space for regrets.
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Jordy 2022-03-24 09:02:15
It would be better to translate the name of the long scar, a housekeeper (symbolizing the guardian of the old age order) to witness the post-war decline of the British Empire (the empire on which the sun never sets), the Americans move into the mansion (the United States rise). That kind of restrained love is so sad to see, the love in the past is waiting, and the modern day is lost in too many possibilities. The image of the old gentleman, the owner of the previous generation, is very well shaped and personable.
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Wren's Friend: But imagine trying to enforce such a rule in this country.
Sir Geoffrey Wren: My Lord, my Lord, you cannot run a country without a penal system. Here we call them prisons. Over there they call them concentration camps. What's the difference? Ah, Stevens, is there any meat of any kind in this soup?
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Miss Kenton: [about a new housemaid] You don't like having pretty girls on the staff, I've noticed.
[teasing]
Miss Kenton: Might it be that our Mr Stevens fears distraction? Can it be that our Mr Stevens is flesh and blood after all and doesn't trust himself?
Stevens: [with the faintest trace of a smile] You know what I'm doing, Miss Kenton? I'm placing my thoughts elsewhere as you chatter away.
Miss Kenton: ...then why is that guilty smile still on your face?
Stevens: Oh it's not a guilty smile. I'm simply amused by the sheer nonsense you sometimes talk.
Miss Kenton: It *is* a guilty smile. You can hardly bear to look at her. That's why you didn't want to take her on, she's too pretty.
Stevens: Well, you must be right Miss Kenton, you always are.
