I don't know if anyone will laugh at me this time.
I only watched this movie to see Vivien Leigh, I can't deny that at first I was immersed in the main tone of "Oh Ashley Oh Ashley I love you", and then I was stabbed in the heart by this black and white movie killed.
Each of us is Blanche or Stella, actively or passively leaving the paradise, maybe smashing a glass bottle when raped by rude reality, but in the end, we can only surrender helplessly.
Each of us is Blanche, who deceives ourselves more than others when we are suffering. Fortunately, there are not so many people around the world who have the perspective of God and know everything.
Blanche concluded by saying that I have always trusted strangers.
Indeed, what is the difference? Knowing or not knowing, knowing or not knowing is the difference.
You are always alone after all.
And everything is always more squandered and less, the more cherished but the more lost.
I am very sad.
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