It's only one thing impossible ,that's to love and to part.

Giles 2022-01-07 15:53:09

Mr. Emerson: There is one thing impossible that's to love and to part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

---- A Room with A view


British movies always appear in a very quiet and not in line with modern fast food culture. Because it is different from the social, historical and cultural background of the American fast food blockbuster, it is necessary to look at it with a state of mind. Because of this, the British movies on my computer are often played for a long time and opened N times in the meantime, but it is difficult to find the right state and mood to watch, whether it is "A Room with A View" or "84 Charing Cross" , Or "Emma". But once you can watch a complete movie quietly at a certain time, you will be surprised and pleasantly surprised to find that these quiet, at first glance, maybe some dull movies, and even have a yellowish background. The old and old way of life has a charm that inadvertently grabs your heart, and this charm is deeper and more lasting than Hollywood blockbusters.

It is raining heavily outside tonight. At dinner, I opened "A Room With A View", which was on the computer for more than a year. I watched it all the way, but I was gradually immersed in the middle of the story. It was Lucy's bravery, self and stubbornness, and George's unruly. Natural and lively and moving. God knows how much I like people who dare to break the "boundary" and stay true to their heart! Many English stories in the 18th century use the description of love between different social classes as clues, such as Jane Austen's well-known "Pride and Prejudice", "Sense and Sensibility", and this "A Room with A View". The difference is that the former is the man’s high social status, while the latter is the woman’s. Perhaps the British themselves are a little disgusted with the cumbersome and sometimes ridiculous upper-class rules, so they reflect this self-deprecation in their own works of art.

If it is a film critic, I am not very good at evaluating the performance of the film, the processing of the lens or the music; if I can, I prefer to regard it as a microcosm of life. This story may have actually happened in that hierarchical society. Born in the middle class, a well-educated lady fell in love with boys from the socialist class during a trip to Florence. When did the relationship start? Maybe it was when she fainted in the square, and the boy held her in shocking care; or when he was yelling frantically and casually up to the sky during a wild dinner together; or even saying "rude" in the indispensable. In the kiss...All this made the young lady who had received a good etiquette education since childhood excited and surprised. Unconsciously, the two hearts slowly approached.

There are three scenes that impressed me deeply. The first time George was climbing up a tree in the wild and shouting "nature!" Coming up, said nothing, hugged her and kissed her. The second time George and his father moved to Mr. Beebe’s next door. There was a small lake near the house. One day Lucy’s brother and Mr. Beebe visited. The three men went out and saw the small lake. They stripped naked and jumped into the lake. Li Xixi, and later jumped ashore to chase each other, and was met by Lucy, Lucy's mother and her fiance who came over. The excessive behavior of his fiancé as a British gentleman is in stark contrast with the natural expression of the three naked men. For the third time, George went to Lucy's house to play tennis. Lucy was about to enter the house. George followed her, rushed to kiss her, and behind them followed the fiance of Lucy's gentleman with a book and a serious look.

As human society enters the stage of civilization, love is always associated with different social rules and pressures. Perhaps the term "right to each other" has some truth, but it is not an absolute truth. In that rigorously hierarchical society, love is expressed in a tolerant way, because young men and women have to make or speak behaviors and words that are consistent with their identities and status. Their love only exists in the enthusiastic eyes staring at each other; and the tears that are difficult to suppress after suppressing emotions. Love is not simply spoken and made like in Hollywood light-hearted comedies. It is always so heavy, guessing, evasive, repressed, and painful... Quietness may be very dull, but it breeds And heralds a huge emotional riot. It's not impulse, but a true expression of one's heart after careful consideration.

Lucy is a brave and stubborn girl. She knows what she wants. She knows that cannot deceive everybody, especially herself. Love is a power, a power that cannot be suppressed. Just like Mr. Emerson said, you can suppress, ignore, and change it. , But you can never completely remove it from your body. It is in the deepest part of your heart. When you inadvertently, maybe one day you will find that it is always there and never gone.

In terms of human emotional expression, the British are somewhat similar to the Chinese, perhaps because of a similar cultural and historical background of a major country.
The word forbearance is not synonymous with cowardice, but an expression of endurance and silent love. The depressed love finally came out in the big tears of Lucy, and she finally admitted firmly, Of Course, I love him. In such an era, how many people can admit their emotions so frankly? Love, this simple word, is difficult to call out under the shackles of the complicated society. Therefore, there are so many idiotic men and women in this world.

No one is qualified to judge other people's feelings,
but only your heart
will tell you who you love.

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  • Charlotte Bartlett: In my small way I am a woman of the world. And I know where things can lead to.

  • Eleanor Lavish: Smell! A true Florentine smell. Inhale, my dear. Deeper! Every city, let me tell you, has its own smell.