Until the online world had a good thing called eDonkey, I could watch any movie I wanted, and I watched Wilde. I finally figured out that if I had seen this movie then, I would have been obsessed with Wilde, the tall, middle-aged man with a bit of a fat head but a witty soul of unbelievably beautiful freedom. And judy law was as beautiful as Michelangelo's sculpture at that time, but he was just a beautiful superficial cruel Wilde's boy, just a foil. The director is really accurate, even after so many years, Judy Law is still just that beautiful, superficial, cruel boy in his life on the screen, and he still has the coquettishness in his eyes.
The rhythm of this film is very leisurely, but it is very delicate and delicate. I like it very much, especially the lines. I finally found it and share it with you:
At the end of the film, Wilde went through a prison disaster, his wife and estranged, but he still could not escape love. The curse returned to judy law's arms, he hid in the distance to re-examine him, he said
Life cheats us with shadows.
We ask it for pleasure,
it gives it to us,
with bitterness and disppointment in its train.
And we find ourselves looking with dull heart of stone
at the tress of gold-flecked hair that we had once so wildly worshipped
and so madly kissed.
In this world, there are only two tragedies.
One is not getting what one wants. The
other...is getting it.
To the lover who was about to bring disaster to himself and his life, he said
My life is everything|I ever wanted.
I have fame.
I have recognition.
With two plays about|to open in London,
I my even have money.
The world is at my commnd.
Yet I can't command myself.
I can't command|my feelings for you.
After he got out of prison, he wrote to judy law saying that he would not see him again, he said he wrote from the bottom of his heart :
Yet each man kills|the thing he loves
By each, let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss
The brave man with a sword
Some kill their love|when they are young
And some when they are old
Some strangle|with the hands of lust
Some with the hands of gold
The kindest use a knife
Becuse the dead so soon|grow cold.
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