I like Shakespeare. When I read his works, I have been longing for the beautiful, meticulous and timeless beauty of England. The pictures are like oil paintings, showing the style of England, even in World War II around 1950. end period. Serious and gentle Britons walked on the ruined streets, celebrating the victory of World War II and rebuilding their homes. Oh, off topic.
The story begins and ends at the window of an apartment building. The plot is very simple, Hester has been married for a long time, her husband Will is a lawyer, maybe tired of the ordinary family life, tired of the stubborn conservative tradition, she falls in love with the young and handsome pilot Freddie, a selfish and cruel war-torn man The (after seeing Tom Hiddleston's character analysis of Freddie) young man. Hester gave up Will, gave up home, and finally, Freddie gave up on Hester. The 96-minute film tells a 24-hour story, in which Hester's point of view is interspersed with memories.
I can empathize with Hester's feelings, and I think we've all had this feeling, just a little deep, a little superficial. In fact, what she pursues is not necessarily Freddie's love, not love, but the feeling of love, to love someone, to love someone passionately, and like many people, LOST. She knew that Freddie didn't love her, not like her love, different feelings, different ways. She told Will that she knew from the beginning that Freedie didn't love her and could give her nothing, but she was still like a moth to a flame, breaking away from her stagnant life, and resolutely devoted herself to the passion that wiped her out, even if In fact, it wasn't the life she wanted at all. Is it extremely tired of the original life? This kind of masochistic love made her miserable, but she enjoyed it. Suicide because Freddie forgot her birthday, some people may think it's too extreme, but when she stood by the window, waiting for Freddie to come back, when she ran to the pub after being rejected, stood in front of the subway, when she got up on the last morning I helped him polish his shoes, sat down in front of the fireplace and wept, and when she finally got up, went back to the window, and watched the street expecting to see Freddie's back, I understood her feelings, her pain and grief. I don't think she's going to look for Freddie again, nor will she go back to Will. Feddie's right, it's a start, and it's going to be a difficult start. The way Hester chooses has nothing to do with morality, loyalty, betrayal, or family, but just choose the life she wants. However, such a choice is destined to be a tragedy. Ironically, Will drove alone to the door of her apartment with a belated birthday present that was never forgotten. I don't want to talk about what's right and wrong, just thinking about the path I'm going to take, the people I want, my choices, and whether the outcome is something we can afford. Perhaps, only she could feel the content of her heart-wrenching pain. Family, life, the life of two people, as the landlady said, between the devil and the deep blue sea, it is difficult to make a choice, but always support and go on.
Tom Hiddleston is definitely an actor, he interprets Freddie in his own style, I haven't seen the original and the other version of the movie, where Freddie is a young, vulnerable, selfish person, and he is born out of Hester's suicide The huge reaction may be that he has a different understanding of life, or it may just be an excuse for him to always want to leave. Have you ever been in love? (I just want to see the full side of Shiverson naked~~)
Strange, how can I write this, I should be past the age of sentimentality...
"What happened, Hester"
"Love, Will, that's all."
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