I finally understood Wilde's love when I saw at the end that Wilde hesitated to move forward, and Percy looked back, smiled, and called out his name. In the dining room he was to sit where everyone could see, and in front of his entourage he kissed Wilde. When Wilde endured two years in prison and became a social scandal, his recklessness remained unchanged. He does love Wilde "as much as he can", it's just that he "will never be as good as he is."
Perhaps Percy's selfishness and shallowness make Wilde's art dry up, but his youth, innocence, and wildness make him like a flower blooming in the mud, even if he himself is a part of the mud. Wilde himself said: "I use my genius for life, and only for art." Percy was to him the embodiment of beauty, the portrait of the ever-fading Dorian Gray. Wilde's love for Percy was crazy, sincere, and devoured everything. This was the ultimate aestheticism he pursued. Through such love, he finally made life artistic. He quarreled with Percy once a week, broke up every three months, and spent two years in prison writing "Into the Deep", vowing several times to leave Percy forever. In the end, he still could not be separated from Posey. He fought the world to the end, but could not escape his fate. He often regrets it, but never regrets it.
After reading From the Deep, I don't think it's a perfect movie, or even a complete movie. But in the end, Percy's smile summed it up. The film is very calm, restrained, not overly emotional, not beautifying characters, not judging life, but also full of justice and rebellious spirit, but it lacks the "beautiful" temperament. Percy's smile filled the gap. He looked at Wilde like this, smiled at him, not for communication, not for comfort, not for encouragement, not even for love, just looking at him as if he was the whole world.
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