The purest love and the best ending

Hailee 2022-04-19 09:01:43

After watching the movie, I tried my best to feel astringent. I'm just a little girl with some personal feelings. Naturally, I can't see the director's meticulous arrangements in details and the profound thoughts that he wants to express. What I see is only the indifferent but profound love in the harsh environment.
Detective Freddie falls in love with prostitute Mary. Mary is a prostitute, she lives by selling her body, but in her relationship with Fred, she never seduces her, not using her body, but giving her most precious thing, a broken one. Kong's sincerity. And Fred, as a relatively well-known detective, never looked down on Mary, and the most intimate gesture between them turned out to be just a long kiss. Purity is the pure heart that has survived the secular world. Love is giving love for nothing, like never being hurt. Here, prostitutes and purity are not opposed, and reality and fantasy are in harmony. Such a gap makes me feel that this is the purest love.
At the end of the movie, Mary, as Frederick had predicted, was at the seaside, with her child, living with hope, waiting for her lover, and Frederick died with a smile under such a beautiful picture. I think this is the best ending. Fred couldn't go to Mary for her safety, but he could have a hunch that Mary was living well now, and left with love for her. And in the hope that Mary can live and wait, beautiful love will always accompany her in her heart. Remember a sentence, regret is closer to eternity. Some people like to break up in love. In this way, only the good of the lover is in their eyes, and it is too late to discover his bad, and life does not have time to destroy the love. Therefore, love will always keep the most fresh and beautiful appearance, beauty does not have to be late, Heroes don't get old, that's great.



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  • Liz Stride: [Arrives in pub with Ada] Ah 'ere you are, 'ello girls.

    Mary Kelly: I told you to wait for me.

    Liz Stride: I can't stay in a pub and not 'ave a drink: that's cruel.

  • Polly Nichols: [to her John] All right. We can do it here, but hurry up.

    [they start to undress]

    Polly Nichols: The bobbies are trackin' us!

    Polly's John: Right.

    [he pulls down his pants]

    Polly's John: Gotta get the old man hard first.

    Polly Nichols: Give it here. I'll put it in meself!

    [she grabs his genitals]

    Polly's John: Is that in?

    Polly Nichols: Of course it is. Come on!

    Polly's John: No, it's not. Ya got it stuck between yer bleedin' legs!

    Polly Nichols: [frustratingly] No, I haven't! Come on!

    Polly's John: I knows it when I feels it!

    [they start copulating against the wooden fence]