Too beautiful. Poetry-like dialogue. From the perspective of a woman, the director (Martha Fiennes) analyzes Onegin (played by Ralph Fiennes)'s confusion and hesitation in a delicate and coherent manner, giving the film enough slenderness and ups and downs to make people feel embarrassed at the end.
The beauty of the Russian countryside, the large forests, the pure and rotating ice rinks, the desolate streets with remnants of snow, the bookshelves in the deep houses, the old yellow books, the luxurious prom, handsome men and beautiful women, gorgeous costumes... The scene is perfect, The captured footage is perfect. It has a strong feminine visual aesthetic. Fine, soft and clean.
Tagiana is played by Liv Tyler, which I think is her best performance. Simple eyes, quiet movements, and few words perfectly express a country woman who is full of sincerity, thoughtfulness, persistence, face-to-face and sublimated love. How can she be so beautiful? So pure eyes and sexy sad lips? The large monologue at the end was full of emotions, how could such a woman not become the pain and regret in your heart forever?
Ralph Fiennes is his favorite actor. He has deep and melancholy eyes, and the feeling of shooting is always a thousand twists and turns. Coupled with the small movements of nervous limbs, even if he is silent, he will make the person who is slack and hopeless in his bones. The perplexing, puzzling and questioning Onegin portrays vividly, as if stagnant in life. At the end, on the long snow-covered streets of St. Petersburg in winter, a man who is doomed to fail with his head bowed, desolate and helpless... Suddenly I feel tears falling, I don't know if it's because of Onegin's regret? pity? mercy? pity?
So in any case, don't think that you even see through yourself, it will be very boring, there is no hope, no perception, no warmth, no love, or even no thought, it is no different from the walking dead.
Therefore, in order to avoid becoming Onegin, we must all be children who love life, and must have dreams, process and temperature.
Why are geniuses so short-lived? Today I grieve for Pushkin.
An excerpt from "Eugen Onegin" is as follows:
I love the peaceful days and the quietness
of the country suits me best:
It is here that my strings are the loudest, the
fantasy is flying, and the dream is flourishing.
I would like to enjoy leisure to the fullest,
wandering carefree by the lake,
looking at the lonely lake, doing nothing,
this is my highest hope.
Every morning, I figured out how
to spend my time, reading less and sleeping more.
The illusory name of the world was left to wander.
All I wanted was comfort and relaxation. Was
n't that the case in the past few years?
I lived a happy life?
Sometimes, like defeated soldiers, we
flee under the banner of reason, seeking peace, and
when the flame of enthusiasm has been extinguished,
we see that the old willful
and excited emotions have become ridiculous,
and there is no reason to continue the nonsense -
at this time we Often like to listen to
the waves of love experienced by others.
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