Gloomy

Merritt 2022-01-12 08:01:29

The most frightening thing is not the skeleton that jumps out suddenly, but the gloom of the heart; it is not what you see, but imagination. Even if the sun is shining, it can make the cold climb up the spine.

The Innocents is a classic in horror movies. It is gentle and elegant without skeletons, it is hell in broad daylight, and it starts to scare people after it finishes: because it has no explanation and no ending.

The story is simple. Miss Giddens was hired to work as a tutor at Bligh Manor and take care of two children. The manor was like a heart-worn cake, a rotten rose. Miss Giddens lost her mind bit by bit before our eyes.

Under the black and white lens, the manor is extremely dignified and beautiful, the pond is shining, the tower is crowded with white pigeons, and the stone statues in the garden stand neatly and silently. But the more I thought about it, the more I was afraid. The fear in my heart is as thin as a mosquito creak, but it will not dissipate for a long time, making people restless.

Are you sure you can bear it? Adapted from a novel by Henry James, written by Capote. Yes, that's the capote.

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Extended Reading
  • Theo 2022-01-12 08:01:29

    The chilling performance, the intense rivalry, the Gothic setting, and the ambiguous emotional entanglements. . . Only in this way is it worthy of the name "The Screws Are Tightening". . .

  • Jimmy 2022-04-19 09:02:37

    'Do you have an imagination? Facts are hard to understand unless you are imaginative. 'Unfortunately, you found someone with an unconventional imagination

The Innocents quotes

  • Miles: It was only the wind, my dear.

  • Miles: What shall I sing to my lord from my window? What shall I sing for my lord will not stay? What shall I sing for my lord will not listen? Where shall I go when my lord is away? Whom shall I love when the moon is arisen? Gone is my lord and the grave is his prison. What shall I say when my lord comes a calling? What shall I say when he knocks on my door? What shall I say when his feet enter softly? Leaving the marks of his grave on my floor. Enter my lord. Come from your prison. Come from your grave, for the moon is a risen. Welcome, my lord.