I don't know if this movie is based on a true story, but I have tears in my eyes after watching it. I would rather believe that it exists only to win people's sympathy and tears and objective box office.
When I saw the Chinese translation, I thought it was the Countess starring Keira Knightley, but I realized it was another after I saw it. But since the beginning can't end, I don't know if I should delete it to free up my limited hard disk space. After reading it, I realized that it cannot be deleted.
Bizarre stories, weird characters, helpless arrangements, tears and blood, beauty and love, crazy infatuation and cold human feelings, land and property and seemingly weak women, seemingly all irrelevant factors converge in this, Looking at the entanglement of the characters in it actually makes my sensitive sixth sense lose the meaning of existence, there is no bold prediction, no wild laughter and ecstasy, no crying, no relief after watching the movie, no nostalgia, in short, everything should be The resulting Hollywood-esque emotion and afterthought were not produced, and I saw the end from the beginning, from the silent introduction at the beginning to the musical cast at the end. She didn't fall for a moment, she kept thinking, and finally the countess died by her own hands. This powerful woman was finally defeated by herself and became a victim of love. In the end, aging and withering did not let her go. No matter how sweet love is. In the end, the cruel reality was not overcome.
In fact, her biggest tragedy lies in her refusal to admit defeat. For fate, time, and herself, she can't separate reality from her dreams, and imposes her own desires on life. Not only did she fail to do what she wanted, it also ruined her reputation. A woman is caught in the sweetness of love entirely because she loves herself, and she has exceeded her own limits and placed the definition of love higher than life so that she cannot adapt to reality. She fell in love with a man 20 years younger than her, maybe this was revealed before the beginning, and cut his hair and sewed it in her heart. She wanted to retain her youth, but couldn't bear the passing of her years. Because of an accidental illusion under the rising sun, she took the blood of a virgin as a tribute to her irresistible youth. When she faced Pola, she still did not violate her conscience, the only remaining conscience that was not suffocated by desire, roaring to let her leave the castle. But in the end, she gave in, and her life ended in a pool of her own blood. There was no sunlight, no gorgeous funerals, no crowds, only slowly decaying corpses buried deep in the ground. Faces will grow old, bright colors will fade, stories are only stories, they cannot be repeated or predicted, memories only exist in the minds of those who have experienced them, and no matter how fresh they are, they will not be able to withstand the flushing of time. Once lover, once infatuated, once life. God does not arrange people's fate, the path we take is our own choice.
That is it.You are nothing but a myth.The Greeks created the Gods for everthing because they could not figure out why the sea,why love,why death.Now we have created you to a peace and fears and ignorance.Because we have so many questions and so many answers....When I die ,I shall rot.And nothing will be left of me. Love was the dagger that stabbed me in the back. If you are not a myth, absorb my sind and give me blood to keep me young.
Earth to earth, ashes, dust to dust.
History is a tale told by victors. That is what left of her
There is nothing in this world you can be certain of .All I know is whatever she was,whatever crime she might have been guilty of ,I love her deeply,and I believe she loved me.But history does not concern itself with that, for truth has be sealed behind the brick wall, and time will soon ,buries all. . . .
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