Comédie, Tragique?

Nakia 2022-01-27 08:23:24

Comedy or tragedy.

A quick review for {Glorious Times}. A very British movie. The script is unbelievably smooth, and it's almost in my top ten overall. The performance of the actors is really strong. However, it is a pity that it is not popular. I hope that after reading this short review, you will want to take a look.

【Let's marry】

Such an ordinary and ordinary clue was placed in the vanity fair of the 20th-century British drunkards, which influenced the self-interest and hypocrisy, strangeness and estrangement, flattery and camouflage among the upper-class British society, one by one.

Under the background of gorgeous scenes and artworks, the glitzy world is fully displayed, and under the shell of extravagant decorations and comedy, there is the same sadness as the British society at that time. In this world where interests come first, only money is the rope that leads the destiny.

In this age, their care is full of lies, and their flattery is disgusting; who knows how much evil is in goodness, how much hypocrisy is beneath sincerity, and countless parties cover up countless idle sorrows, Under the bright and beautiful body, there are so many lonely souls covered with bruises.

{I'm sincerely apolog...the hell of you all.} This is the little reporter (James Mcavoy) who has been suppressed to the extreme, and after seeing all the vain masks, he is powerless to these disguised, disgusting After the "joy" touched the corners of the mouth again, the final accusation against the anger and madness in this world. He reported what he had seen and heard with resentment, and recklessly reduced the upper class to an unbearable and dirty society, and he thought it was a happy counterattack. The camera moves up, and the photo of the lover whom he loved when he was a child, who is also the one who has just been humiliated by his vicious words, comes into view, and then moves again, it is a young teenager leaning on the lawn with a scroll in his hand. The gas was getting thicker, and there was a tired choke from the stove. The innocence and beauty just slipped away, and in the exuberant news copy, there was only endless sadness left.

In just a few seconds, the sorrow that runs through the character's life is presented by James with endless aftertaste, but even so vivid, in this huge world, the struggle of personal destiny seems so pale.

With dazzling flip shots, the car spins endlessly. People living in gorgeous cages, learning to be familiar with all the buttons in the car, want to be the controllers of the current situation, and become the prestige people that attract everyone's attention. In this bottomless quagmire, it sinks deeper and deeper.

This is not the so-called glorious years, the irony has already arrived at customs. {Glorious Years? I can tell at a glance that this is nasty}

But no matter where you are, there are always souls who pursue the truth and dreams, are unwilling to fate, dedicate themselves to love or faith, fight against the force majeure of the world, and build the ultimate monument of their own spirit, and they go on and on and on stage. A moving and colorful movement.

Flowers have a re-opening day, and people are no longer young.

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Extended Reading

Bright Young Things quotes

  • Simon Balcairn: [Telling his fake news story] The most shocking orgy since the days of Sodom and Gomorrah rocked society last night.

    Typist: Hold the presses, get down to compositing. Now.

    Simon Balcairn: The vulgar evangelist, Mrs. Melrose Ape, proudly revealed that her angels were no more than underage adornments on sale to the highest bidder. Meanwhile, tears coursing down her face, the honorable Agatha... , whose repulsive liason with the Prime Minister shocked the nation this week, bewailed her, quote: "Ruined, bogus, vapid, bogus, and worthless life," unquote.

    [pause]

    Simon Balcairn: Yes, two boguses. Lady Maitland, shrieking of her terrible dependence upon cocaine powder, threw off her Schiaparelli ball gown and stood naked upon the dance floor, an example quickly followed by old and young alike until only the servants remained clothed. And grotesquely hairy Archie Schwert, swinging naked from the chandelier, screamed that all his money derived from prostitution and the opium trade. Lady Maitland's son Miles howled and howled and confessed to an intimate beastliness involving five guardsmen of the royal household, two marines, and a brick layer from Hattersfield. Nina Blount... Nina Blount grasped her stomach, screamed she was a whore, and misquoted several lines of Lady MacBeth whilst Adam Fenwick-Symes cried on heaven to bear witness to his talentless penury and hopeless illiteracy.

  • Simon Balcairn: [Telling his fake news story] Never, never, never have such scenes been witnessed in high society, that uneasy alliance between Bright Young Things and old survivors. Perhaps this was the defining moment of our epoch of speed and syncopation. This so-called 20th century of angst, neurosis and panic. Reader be glad that you have nothing to do with this world. Its glamour is a delusion, its speed a snare, its music a scream of fear. Faster and faster they swirl, sickening themselves with every turn. The faster the ride, the greater the nausea, the terror, and the shame.

    [pause]

    Simon Balcairn: Stop. Yes, that's it. Good night.