I watched the movie version of Ian McEwan's "Cement Garden" without reading the original. There are too many images and metaphors in the film to digest. If you want to fully understand the theme, you probably have to slap the original. The 22-year-old Gainsbourg is astonishingly beautiful. The short, fine hair, the smoking look, and the thin, undeveloped body are simply not too charming. The elegance and blurring in the bones have long been exuded incisively and vividly.
After watching the movie version, I went to read the text version. The film is still quite successful, successfully transforming the text into the language of the film, and the absurdity and depression are vividly expressed. Although it does not provide a new angle or transcend the text level, it is fortunate that there is a foundation for the original book, so there is no need to deliberately seek newness. The original power has completed the continuation in the subconscious, but it will eventually be interfered by the outside world, so the shackles of rules in modern civilization are infinitely enlarged in the bizarre stories, while freedom and bravery appear innocent and fragile.
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