October 22, my birthday.
I bought a set of tarot cards that day, and wanted to devote myself to studying the algorithm of tarot cards, so that I could count a card for myself when I was bored.
There is no way, it is destined to have the talent to be a witch.
In traditional Chinese culture, this kind of person is called Shenshouzi. The oldest and most famous should be Zhou Wuwang’s father Zhou Wenwang, an old man who is good at divination. The sad thing is that even if he counts his son Boyi Kao, he will be made into meat. Bread, you have to eat the meat pie in order to save your life. God's punishment for mortals who crack the secret is so cruel.
There is also a famous one who should be called Zhuge Liang. He predicts things like a god, but unfortunately it does not belong to the category of witchcraft and divination. The Chinese people were civilized early. In the Three Kingdoms period, the old man Zhuge turned star-gazing into astronomy. Although the battle of Chibi It felt weird at the time, but now it seems that Senior Zhuge only has a little bit of meteorological knowledge.
Therefore, this girl has a feeling about Chinese culture: it is too secular. When something is in the hands of our seniors, it is rationalized and vulgar, and it is of course the case, but there is less mystery, and the beauty is greatly reduced.
Still interested in medieval Europe.
A witch is Satan's lover.
What kind of soup are they making?
What kind of broom are you riding? ?
How do I get out of my chimney?
(This should be Santa Claus, Xiaoqq reminded me in his mind, hehe, if Santa Claus doesn't deliver gifts, he may be similar to witches. I don't know if they still have dinner together? Authentic Christians don't hit me, I It is also a small layman in China.)
Actually, what I want to talk about today is "Queen Margot".
Like the gorgeous shape, grand background, Vincent Pereze's body and belly, Isabelle Adjani's crazy confused and beautiful face.
Love is not what I'm talking about,
Certainly not religion and that bloody massacre.
I want to say coincidence, or fate.
The most memorable sentence in the film is: "God brought you to me." On the
wedding night, Margot Larmor, a Protestant who hooked up on the street because of loneliness and boredom, turned out to be a once promiscuous the man she loves most.
In order to escape the bloody slaughter of the royal Catholics, Larmor struggled to run into the door of the Louvre and knocked on the door, but what he saw was Queen Margot, who was also the masked woman who had 419 that night.
Can this not produce love?
Because God let us meet and let us meet again.
Catholics and Protestants gathered in Paris on the night of Queen Margot's political wedding. Larmor and the Catholic bearded man (can't remember the name) had to make do with a bed, and the hand of God arranged for their initial reconciliation.
On the night of the religious massacre, the two of them fought each other for their beliefs, entangled with each other and passed out among the piles of dead bodies.
This is the tie of fate.
And the one who saved them was the old executioner who arranged for them to sleep together that night.
Larmor comes alive to meet the woman who desperately defended her on the night of the slaughter - Queen Margot.
When I came to Paris, I first found the Catholic bearded man through the executioner old man.
"We chased each other and he was gone, so I was gone too."
Beard lived with the Duchess closest to Margot.
When they meet again, they are no longer enemies. The blood of the night of slaughter makes them see clearly that the royal family in the palace is the devil wearing silk.
Thus, Larmor and Margot met through the beard.
In the end, Larmor was betrayed by Henry IV Navarre, who was loyal to him. He was accompanied by the bearded man who was bound by fate. The heads of both of them lay quietly in front of Margo. And the executioner was the old executioner who had rescued the two of them many times and watched everything silently.
There is also a book left by Larmor's father at the beginning of the film, but it became the fuse for Queen Catherine to poison her own son, Charles IX, and an excuse for Larmor to go to the guillotine.
The foreshadowing was buried so deeply, and the burden was shaken so methodically,
that I was shocked and sighed again, and sighed again.
Is all this destined?
Epic movies related to religion, whether it is love or slaughter, cannot escape fate.
Or is it just a coincidence that Dumas made up a novel and deliberately set it up?
Or is it just the back garden of the crossing paths, without these coincidences, would there still be such a soul-stirring love for a woman like Queen Margot who has impressed us?
Everything is planned,
right now.
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