a short farewell

Brent 2022-03-21 09:03:09

Would there be any meaning in marriage if there was no sex; would there be peace of mind if sex was replaced?

The director's seemingly rambling interlude is actually quietly hinting at the tragedy of a marriage. From the very beginning of love at first sight (Florence may have regarded him as a life-saving straw to get rid of the boy's boring speech), it seems Warm illusions, but restrained from each other.

Then on the beach in Chesil, they were separated for the rest of their lives.

In 1960, a countercultural movement represented by hippies emerged in the West, and the sexual liberation movement was rampant, including non-marital sex, open marriage, and nudity in public places... People pursued love, pursued equality, pursued liberation, and used sex as a breach. , venting dissatisfaction with conservatives.

And Florence and Edward died on the eve of sexual liberation culture, they didn't know how to "do", and had the illusion of more love, although it was later seen that the two of them depended on this relationship to explain them. marriage is more appropriate. And their messy beginning was also "hard-breaking" their thoughts to each other.

Edward's mad philosophical mother once talked to Florence about a painting - "Hunting in the Woods".

The first time Florence saw Edward's mother, she saw her naked. Her mother's excessive sincerity made her look puzzled, something Florence had not foreseen before. Edward's mother was also puzzled, but her puzzlement was - look at me, why should I look at me, and I didn't do anything wrong. Then they took out the painting and started talking. Her mother introduced that it was Uccello's last painting. Florence said something intriguing:

"He painted his fields blue to combat bland food."

Florence's favorite dress in the movie is the blue dress, and the cookie-cutter food in her own home is another contrast to Edward's mother's innovative low-temperature "plum stewed rabbit meat", and she longs for a better combination with Edward. It's like a break free from your own home, and break free is boring.

Edward's mother took the painting again and said: "The horses in his paintings are very spiritual, they used to be wild, but you see they are now tamed, with hunters, I can see the evil in their eyes feel."

The horse here is both Edward who likes Chuck Bailey and Florence who loves Mozart's classical quintet. We can see from the back of the film that Edward likes to dress like a hippie, not a suit that is now grand. Underneath the seemingly well-behaved and calm surface, Lawrence is actually the same as what the cellist said: "People think you're very shy, but in fact you're very tough, aren't you?" She was hiding, moving closer to this rural environment .

If the taming of each other at the beginning was just to be with each other and save each other's face, then the quarrel that broke out later was a wild exposure. This is exactly what Uccello said - don't describe what you see in front of you, you must describe what you see in your heart.

They are each other's virgins, but in love they are more like bonders to each other.

Florence wanted to see the beautiful scenery outside, and Edward just wanted to "explore" the greatest possibility of the body in the house. They were out of sync at the beginning, and the entire sex was filled with Florence's embarrassing restraint and self-sufficiency, from taking off her shoes, to helping a furious Edward solve the problem of the zipper of his skirt not opening, and even taking off the stockings-French Lawrence reluctantly accepted the fact that he had to deal with all the problems. She said, "I'll come, it's better for me to come."

Edward swallowed, which seemed to him to be a challenge to him and a desire to achieve his goal. When the two were about to really bond, Edward had been wandering outside the "door" because of his inexperience. Florence remembered a sex description she and her sister read one afternoon - she pressed on him, her hands tenderly to guide her husband into her body.

Unfortunately, Edward ejaculated prematurely. At that moment, Florence seemed to return to her childhood. She remembered her father's absolute patriarchal power over her, and the sexual assault. Like what happened at this moment, she lost control of her emotions and ran to Chesil Beach.

The whole sex was like Edward's confession. He kept showing his impatience and temper, and he kept restraining himself and telling Florence that he was wrong. Those contradictions and unease that he has always restrained, and just want to pursue, finally ejaculated prematurely with his love liquid.

And Florence's panic-stricken flight was the final blow to his self-esteem humiliation.

Wild horses run to the beach.

Twenty years later, they met again, Florence was already a musician, playing in the concert hall that promised him that year.

Thinking of their quarrel, Edward scolded Florence as a downright frigid, which was not only a denial of their previous relationship, but also a curse on her future married life. Is she really frigid? Maybe a little, but more of a sexual phobia, those flashback clips. She asked Edward before sex, do you want to hear my secret? Edward's eagerness for the body didn't take it up.

Florence wanted to be with Edward, and even proposed an open relationship, but in Edward's eyes she was crazy, and he couldn't accept the love of the soul and the body being independent of each other in his concept.

Love is a compromise, but sex is not. The reason for their tragedy lies in the inequality at the beginning, in the blind restraint afterward, in the overwhelm of sex, and also in the character flaws brought about by their respective experiences. Florence's sexual fears came from her father, and Edward was more like his mother, a philosophical lunatic, a violent, self-satisfied self-talk, only he didn't see it through his mother's.

The interlude's life falls at each node of the six hours of their two marriages, which is a different kind of "rock quintet."

After Florence proposed an open relationship, Edward was not a lover to her, but a lifelong partner with him.

All she needs is to take care of each other hand in hand and fulfill her dream of quintet in the concert hall. Edward's outburst at the end - I'm just a fool who took the bait, also expressed his position - he can't be her soulmate at all, accompany her to live a life without desire and sex. Unlike the idol drama "The Vampire Diaries", Elena told Stefan that you will always be my soulmate, and Stefan accepted the fact that she and her brother were entangled - Edward couldn't.

It's not a fairy tale for a country boy to fall in love with a middle-class princess. They pretend to overcome too many inappropriateness, and it is only when they get married that they expose the scam.

Edward also told his friends the story of him and Florence as an outsider in the years to come. This time, Edward, who stood as an outsider, told his friends firmly that Florence loved him. love him.

At the end, Florence fulfilled her promise to go to the concert hall to play for him when the two of them were together, a tear fell on her face, and she turned to continue to play her violin. She probably remembered the day they were on the beach. Lopsided.

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Extended Reading
  • Tamara 2022-01-19 08:03:01

    Did McEwan really write the screenplay himself, why is the tanslate so inexplicable... Billy is a little better than saoirse~ But he is so fat in it, there is no spring when he plays the drama, and when he exits, I heard the foreign girl ask a fatal question: where does she kept her tampon~

  • Krystina 2022-03-25 09:01:20

    He's only one mile away now, and I've never been so happy in my life. Only later did I know that the moment that is yet to come is the most wonderful.

On Chesil Beach quotes

  • Florence Ponting: You know I love you.

    Edward Mayhew: Still!

    Florence Ponting: I want to spend my life with you. And you feel the same. We love each other and we can set each other free. Edward, it must be obvious to you by now that I'm...

    Edward Mayhew: Florence, what is it?

    Florence Ponting: That I'm pretty hopeless. No, I'm absolutely hopeless at sex. I'm no good at it. I don't seem to need it like other people, like you do. I might change, but I can't imagine it. If I don't say this now, we'll always be struggling with it. It's going to cause you a lot of unhappiness and me too.

  • Florence Ponting: We can live by our own rules too, Edward. I can say this because I know you love me. We don't have to be like everyone else. We could live together and... and so... and no one would know what we did or didn't do. We'd be together and if you wanted, really wanted, that's to say, whenever it happened, and of course, it would happen, I'd understand. More than that, I'd want it because I want you to be happy, and free. I'd never be jealous as long as I knew that you loved me.