A movie that has been on the dial for a long time has been forgotten because it is not classified. Like I did to Wilde himself, reading his fairy tales as a child and escaping fatal attraction at the best of times. When talking to a friend about Wilde, a simple "he's gay" always seems to close the conversation—as if it sums up all of him. Even the Zhihu question "Why Wilde's Records are so famous" is a clever anonymous answer: "A poet with status, talent, taste, middle-class, daring, infatuated, rich, and gay usually doesn't say jokes. Too bad"... Various research parties said that the film is still very loyal to the truth of history, so it does not live up to my subconscious original intention of watching it as a biographical story. The film of 1997 has a sense of time. The incoherent editing and slightly immature rendering did not make me cry, but it was a sadness that could not be shed. Another unfortunately fell in love story? Be true to yourself in shackles too, lose everything by worshipping "Greek love". Qiu Hua is so beautiful that I can't breathe, even more than the real Bosie, and I love him too. One film critic wrote: "The movie is sad, it can't be more sad, so it hurriedly ends itself with subtitles. The reality is sadder, but hidden from everyone's attention." Wilde's love poems to Douglas are really worth a thousand words. I always felt that Oscar only wanted to protect Bosie, who was as innocent and beautiful as a child in his eyes, and to rescue him from his cruel father... but he was loved only with confidence. "Bosie loves me more than he loves anyone else. As much as he can love, and allow him to be loved )." What a moving explanation of loving and being loved...if only it were true.
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