John Wilmot, a legendary poet of the 17th century Restoration Dynasty, 2nd Earl of Rochester, and favorite of Charles II. He was born in the wrong era of peerless elegance, unparalleled.
Rarely does a movie shock me from the start. John held a glass of silent monologue, he said, this is my opening preface. He said, I don't need your love.
This is not the story of our time, 17th century England, where everything clamored for liberation, art, science and sex. Politics, wars and carnivals ensue, and the runaway times don't need reason, they need fun.
The Libertine, is the name of the film, the libertine, which was originally a liberal political and philosophical organization headed by John, and later became synonymous with libertarians. Even if he was remembered by the dictionary, he had to choose such a unique way.
Because John never knew how to restrain himself, the debauchery was because he saw the powerlessness of the world too early, between bravery and retreat, there was only escape, he couldn't blame him, it was only the heroes of the era, but still Shuzi became famous. Politicians riot like clowns, and ignorant nobles are only addicted to comfort. What's the point? The beauty bestowed by God is only a complete failure in the waste.
In fact, God treated John well, gave him talent, and told him to meet his muse, Lizzie, in this mediocre being. It was just a mediocre name, but he saw something different in her. It was a strong power, the power to seek answers that all weak-willed people never possessed. So he said to her, "My experience tells me that people who don't like you are either stupid or jealous. Those who are stupid will love you in three years, and those who are jealous will never." Sure enough, She succeeded in the first battle, and she was in the limelight. It's just the naturalism she pursued all her life, but she still doesn't know what she really wants. Fame has given her all the meaning, and nothing else.
It seems to be a reasonable story, crazy artists and talented young actors, good horses and horses are made in heaven, but this ending is too unJohn, what suits him is to invite the king to watch his own erotic drama, when the king is angry Shi only said the last sentence: "Your Majesty, you violated my stage." That was the king's heart, wanting to be comparable to Shakespeare's pride of the times, but with alcohol and the gauze on the prostitute's bed, the answer was even more uncontrollable. Apart from the high-sounding, perhaps this is the real spirit of the times, and this is the pride of the times.
Time is always a bystander, and all processes and results must be borne by oneself. So after so many exiles, when he was suffering from syphilis and his face was scarred, he still appeared at the gatherings of princes and ministers, with white powder on his face, a strange mask on his nose, and scarlet lips, like Satan, facing the indulgent The nobles in the extravagant life made the most high-profile confession. It was really a convert on the hospital bed, but it was his wife who was lying beside him in the end, and the gentle voice told in detail what kind of plunder that the young man rode on the bamboo horse and let the beautiful girl hand over one of them. Sincerely, it was normal at that time, no matter how young, all the sadness and happiness are no longer profound, and the earth-shattering years can no longer be grasped at a touch. Flashing back frame by frame, is it possible to leave more memories that are not so uncomfortable when it is not too late?
As far as the film itself is concerned, it is really not a good one, especially the lack of foreshadowing of the branches in the second half makes the empathy and story tension brought about by the dramatic conflict gradually disappear, and the trembling and blurred shots let me experience only the director. The powerlessness and pallor of shooting scenes, some movies are saved by actors, such as this one. Johnny's eyes have everything that needs to be shown, and beauty. I'm so glad that Johnny is not academic, enough to make me believe that he is unique, buried deep in gold powder, quiet and beautiful.
This movie is not made to be pleasing to the eyes, it makes us ache, it makes us sigh, it makes us savagely despise, and in the end, it teaches us to love like hate and reject like love.
Although John said that the golden age proclaimed by the great monarch disgusted him, we actually saw his piety, hope, and beauty early in the morning. It's just that those illusions are too unreal, and when you touch them, they will disappear. There were so many steadfast prayers for him to go to hell, but he was always with the angels.
Do u like me now?
Do u like me now?
Do u like me now?
Do u like me...now?
I do.
I do.
I do.
Yes, I do.
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