This time, the master showed more of his talent as a photographer than his talent as a director. Probably in order to have the ability to reach the likes of the market and the audience, the master can only squat himself this time. It is said that all the costumes are actually lent from the museum, so perfect.
It can only be said that an ordinary novel has been enhanced by the master, and the original author, Comrade Thackeray, although he made a name for himself by virtue of Vanity Fair, to be honest, Vanity Fair, which has tortured me for half a month, seems to me to be British. The common problem of literature is both long-winded and dull. Compared with the power and change of Russian literature, the vividness and romance of France, and the depressing and heavy like the weather in English literature, it is always hard to like it. Of course, it is just a personal opinion.
What I like more is the lightness and smoothness of the first part, and the heavy turns that continue into the back are less and less Kubrick. Of course, the most Kubrick plot is what the priest read when the hero married the earl's widow. Funny narration.
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