"We are leopards, we are lions. In our place, jackals and jackals. We, leopards, lions, jackals, jackals, sheep, all of us feel noble."
Another epic of Sicily, a tribute to the final demise of dignity and nobility.
The original author is from a noble family, and this elegy is particularly soulful, making you follow his position unconsciously (much like the southern perspective in Gone With the Wind). Director Visconti understands this feeling, so the pictures, costumes and sets are all exquisite. The beauty of prosperity and decline makes people cry.
But it is precisely because the two are too involved in the play, so the background of the times is not enough, and the audience can feel the same by default. It seemed a little arrogant.
Alain Delon's Yan Zan couldn't help holding his face for half the time, but there is a little "vase" in this film, and I spent the last time licking "uncle" (Prince Salina), he was old and sad at the end. The face makes people sad.
The last fifty minutes of the dance scene coincided with the beginning of his conversation with the priest. "The middle class isn't going to destroy us, it's going to replace us."
After the class was loosened, the face of justice who rose up in battle ended up bragging under the intertwining of gongs and chips.
The self-proclaimed emperor who overthrew the monarchy, rebelled against the indulgence of capital, and laughed at the mediocre and vigorous kitsch—it is a bit hopeless to think about it.
Of course, I also think of Jiang Wen's "One Step Away" in the past, learned the surface, but not to the bone.
If you are bold, you should put the story on Jiang's body. I have all the text in mind. Peaceful Point, Jiang Youbai, "The Nobleman on the Edge of the Cliff". Don't be afraid of death, Zhang Yihe, "The Past Is Not Like Smoke".
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