Short Review - Crimson Peak

Tia 2022-04-19 09:01:51

No matter from the theme of the story, character setting, art design or color and lighting, this film fully restores the classic Victorian style. Its classic closed story structure and traditional legendary narrative techniques make the story style like the possession of many Victorian writers. evocative. But it should be noted that the story in the film actually took place in the New World of America, which was in full swing at the beginning of the 20th century. Therefore, a wildness that escaped the shackles of history was brought into it. What we see is the familiar nature of the times. Suppression is mixed with self-made American forbearance, and the morbidity and fury accumulated and released in the end undoubtedly surpasses Wuthering Heights. The iconic monster design and violent scenes of the spinning top are even more blended with this morbidity and fury. They are imprinted with a power never seen before. The huge set produced by the profound artistic attainments of the spinning top has reached an astonishing height in terms of stylization, level of detail, and its deeper metaphors and imagery echoes in the narrative process. "Mother", which uses the same technique, pales in comparison.

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Crimson Peak quotes

  • [first lines]

    Edith Cushing: [narrating] Ghosts are real. This much I know. The first time I saw one I was 10 years old. It was my mother's. Black cholera had taken her. So Father ordered a closed casket, asked me not to look. There were to be no parting kisses. No goodbyes. No last words. That is, until the night she came back.

  • Society Girl: It seems he's a baronet.

    Society Girl: What's a baronet?

    Society Girl: Well, an aristocrat of some sort.

    Edith Cushing: A man that feeds off land that others work for him. A parasite with a title.

    Society Girl: This parasite is perfectly charming and a magnificent dancer. Although, that wouldn't concern you, would it, Edith, our very young Jane Austen?