I watched it many years ago, and the plot was so vague that I couldn't help but sigh after watching it again.
The rich believe that the fate of the poor is unchangeable. Europe was solidified hundreds of years ago, and it is no different from the poor.
While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone. The chemistry of contact and friction between the lower, middle and upper classes is humbling.
However, what I don't like the most is the middle class played by Emma Thompson, who has a salary of 600 euros a year, wants to care about the lower class, and sacrifices principles to please wilcox to represent the upper class. At least, the gloom of the lower class and the loftiness of the upper class are pure, while the middle class is a hypocritical existence, which is far from the spirit of the scholar-officials.
I heard a theory today that the three realms of a scholar-officer are the first. Second, player, be yourself and protect yourself. Third, informed citizen, you have to accept the status quo, but have the right to know the ins and outs.
The middle class represented by the heroine is the player, and Mr Bast strives to be an informed citizen, but his confused and life-threatening eyes before his death clearly indicate that he has no way of knowing. As a chess piece, he is played by fate. The meaning of the manipulative.
This film won the Oscar that year. Maybe the Americans of that era also longed for the customs and culture of the Victorian period, their parents' home, England, and yearned for it.
Even if I don't think deeply, I just want to keep every frame of the image, and I work hard on the details. Clothing, furniture, decoration, and flowers are all effortlessly beautiful.
At dawn, when Mr. Bast crossed a large sea of flowers and went to Howard Manor to find Helen, the poem gave me goosebumps with excitement. The method was similar to Shakespeare's sonnets, full of emotions but subtle. Fade into the heart, China pays attention to not reading the Book of Poetry without words, and this English drama has a feeling of paying tribute to Shakespeare.
Ankle deep, he walked though the bluebells,
his spirit rose and exulted,
as he breathed in the sun-drenched air ,
the glorious day was in its last decline ,
long shadows lay on the sward,
and from above the leaves dripped their shimmering drops of gold-green light ,
moths and butterflies swarwed in merry hosts ,
flittering here glimmering there ,
but hush, could that be a deer? .
The aesthetics of the Renaissance is not only the benefit of Italy, but the butterfly change of beauty has taken place throughout Europe
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