The vices of fairy tales

Gennaro 2021-10-20 17:25:43

Many people grow up unable to retell a love story in an ordinary tone. Whether it is one's own or someone else's, the road of feelings in reality has never been smooth, but so many people are overwhelmed by this. Love is of course beautiful, but we may also have too many sequelae caused by the happy life of the prince and princess in childhood fairy tales. How likely is Julia Roberts to walk into an ordinary bookstore in Notting Hill, and how credible is the story of falling in love with the owner of the bookstore? There are many three-legged frogs in this world, but believe me, that is definitely not in front of you. This one.

I believe that most Hollywood screenwriters, like us, liked to listen to fairy tales when they were young. It was an enlightenment education about happiness, so those loves are often just extracted from their brains and transferred in another popular format—— The big star fell in love with the little book boy, just like the princess fell in love with the little carpenter, Cupid’s sharp arrow has a beautiful trajectory. Such stories make us familiar. But when we grow up, we will find that our city has no wings, it is material and lifeless, we will not doubt that there is a forest in the distance, there is a castle in the forest, we will not doubt that the kiss of the princess will be rescued and become a frog. The prince, the prince will wake up the sleeping beauty, but we can hardly believe that there will be such a love in the city around us.

How many bookstores are there in Notting Hill, and how many bars are there in Casablanca, Julia is like Ingrid Bergman years ago, and they have also entered such a bizarre love. Love scandals between big stars and small citizens may be the easiest way to make headlines and talks in the entertainment version. Because even on the chess board, the little pawn wants to kill the queen, that requires superb skills, who would believe that the white swan will favor a little toad in Notting Hill. In modern society, the love of such a fairy tale is like an atomic bomb explosion, which makes people jealous to the point of nowhere. However, even with the gossip of the public and the painful torture under the spotlight, the ending of the story still reveals the simplicity and simplicity of a fairy tale. But I admit what Julia said: I'm just an ordinary girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love me. But with the sincerity and courage shared by all love. (I am just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love me.)

There may be adventures in our lives, and there may be love in the adventures, but we will conceal that we will never become old noses in front of people who secretly love. The love in the fairy tale is a pot of warm water, warm and hard, but the real love is often boiling, and it can even bring a dead pig back to life. Discussing the gap between film and reality is inherently a very absurd proposition, just like our bookstore owners often wear high glasses, or are buried in collapsed bookcases and no one knows, but our female stars are It will only appear on the bed of a big-ticket director or a certain actor surnamed Chen.

We do not accept such fairy tale love because of the huge gap between it and reality. It is not so much that we gradually gave up believing in fairy tales when we grew up. It is better to say that love is originally the same vice in fairy tales. They are irresponsibly fabricated and exaggerated by their gorgeousness and beauty, and when we grow up, it seems that we have not yet acted. Prepare enough sadness in your love life. But we will eventually find that every Little Red Riding Hood always has a big bad wolf by his side—a fairy tale writer is really a flattering profession, because even if we shed more tears and suffer more because of our not-so-fairy-tale love, Injury, we will never say that they are all liars.

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Notting Hill quotes

  • P.R. Chief: Dominic... if you'd like to ask your question again?

    Journalist: Yes. Anna, how long are you intending to stay here in Britain?

    Anna Scott: [pause] Indefinitely.

  • William: Whoopsidaisies!

    Anna Scott: What did you say?

    William: Nothing.

    Anna Scott: Yes you did.

    William: No I didn't.

    Anna Scott: You said "whoopsidaisies".

    William: I don't think so. No one says "whoopsidaisies" do they? Unless they're...

    Anna Scott: There *is* no "unless." No one has said "whoopsidaisies" for fifty years and even then it was only little girls with blonde ringlets.

    William: Exactly. Here we go again.

    [He falls off the fence again]

    William: Whoopsidaisies. It's a disease I've got. It's a clinical thing. I'm taking pills and having injections. It won't last long.