The theme of the whole film is love. Love is the most eternal theme of creation. No matter what the work is, it seems to be preaching. But true love seems to be difficult to meet in real life.
Is love ethereal? Is it? I cannot answer, and no one can guarantee that his feelings are pure and pure. Love seems to be easily influenced in life, interest? money? right? Selfish? It seems like there is no such thing. Only my heart knows these. Since you can't get or can't own this pure thing. Where did the evaluation and judgment come from?
Because of these contradictions. Can't get it and want it, but it's like a scrutiny with contempt for it, ignorant and yearning for it for no reason. Coupled with the sensitive hearts and tortuous thought journeys of the talented creators. The sacred and noble theme of love has become the permanent core of many literary works and film and television works. It may be the protagonist, it may be a supporting role, or it may exist if nothing exists. But it's really there, it won't escape, it won't be ostentatious, it's quiet and warm, restrained and exaggerated. It comes from thought and human nature. Take root in the soil of life, absorb emotions as dew, and enjoy the material sunshine. It has grown into an extremely beautiful shape that is not easy to detect.
The original La Traviata is undoubtedly an excellent work of love. Alexandre Dumas described this poignant love story vividly and vividly. The novel begins with an auction of Margaret's relics, from which "I" got a book. A tired young man hurriedly found "I" and was willing to pay to redeem the book. Guided by "I"'s probing heart, he uncovered the story step by step through the young man's narration.
The film develops the story according to the timeline, and the narrative is smooth, but compared with the original, a lot of changes have been made to make it a lot more superficial. The original work criticizes capitalism and the spiritual core of money worship is also quite weak, and chooses to use the baron as a source of income and discards the duke. To make this poignant story clichéd, there is really a kind of overbearing and ruthless president who is a little white on the Internet and the meaning of "how much do you need to leave my son-I don't want your bad money, we are true love".
The life of the upper class in Paris is as mysterious and elegant as a layer of misty veil to the hillbillies headed by me. But in the film it is a bit too noisy. Several scenes are lively like a bar party for single men and women. Loud music, fancy background. The ambiguous and charming gleaming eyes really paled a lot in such a scene.
Especially in the final ending, Marguerite died lonely and tortured by illness, while in the movie, she died in Armand's arms. Although it made me contribute a lot of tears, and I deeply feel that love is precious. But the color of tragedy is undoubtedly discounted.
From my perspective, Marguerite, a woman from the dusty film version, is weaker and more vain than the original, but Garbo’s interpretation is still very brilliant. Her face perfectly matches the La Traviata in the book. White wings descended. As beautiful as camellia. As the center of the film, Garbo’s performance is beyond doubt. She shows the La Traviata degenerate from the original extravagance, satire, face the questioning of confession, to involuntarily moved, the humble and elegant of asking for money, immersed in the pastoral. Happiness and beauty, then to the cruel struggle of parting, the entanglement and shame of the lover, the fragility and slenderness of insults, the dying of serious illness, until death. This life is a tragedy.
"For women who have not received the education of'good', God always points out two paths for them, one to pain and the other to love."
Margaret did not believe in love at first, when she heard Al When Mang's parents walked happily for thirty years, her expression was sad and lonely. I can't understand what she thinks, a beautiful country girl, relying on her figure and face to enter the society, but she suffers from illness. Rely on men who are greedy and greedy, and play with friends and creditors who are false. How does she believe in true love among men who are greedy for beauty and not sincere all day?
She has faltered on a painful road.
But she found another way-love.
She was destined to walk in pain.
The idyllic mountains, flowers, shadows, buzzing butterflies. It's just a big dream in the sparkling waves.
When the sun goes down, everything returns to one.
Only a pool of stagnant water remained.
No one patronizes.
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