Silly look. . .

Athena 2022-04-19 09:01:41

I don't know if Hitchcock took it, so I just watched it blindly. I wanted to relax, but it made me even more nervous, hehe.
I thought it was a romance, I thought it was a simple and vulgar romance. But that weird and terrible music seems to be telling me that it's not that simple...
Rebecca turned out to be such a person and died like this. As I watched it, I kept thinking, why does this new Mrs. Winter want to dress herself up to imitate the one who is no longer there. Learning from her will never be successful. If Winter loves Rebecca, you will only be able to imitate her no matter how hard you try to learn her. You must break through the Rebecca model and find a new way to win.
As a result, I screamed in my heart for a long time. It turns out that Winter's love is not the focus of this movie. I was excited for a long time...
In addition to admiring Hitchcock, I couldn't help but feel a little resentment. He played me all over the place. ah hoho

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Rebecca quotes

  • 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.

  • Maxim de Winter: You despise me, don't you?