I haven't read the original book, but the director's casting interests me very much. The heroine was rebellious and unruly, dare to love and hate, she and Helen bowed their hair together, one is so gentle like a white gardenia, the other is so warm. Like a prickly cactus (stubborn and full of life). The kind of throbbing that girls only know, in the daytime after hugging each other and sleeping, Jane shed tears silently - the friend she cared about the most lay beside her and gradually became cold and lost her breath, and she experienced death even though she was still budding. And loss, if I were to substitute myself, I would not be able to cry, and my heart would be lost.
When she grows up, Jane looks weak and easy to break, and her eyes no longer have the brilliance of childhood - but, she uses a gentler and tougher way to be a strong and independent self.
She still paints, knows the piano and French; she considers Adele's feelings, Rochester doesn't pay attention to Adele's loneliness; she is vulnerable when sneered by nobles, heartache and tears when Rochester deliberately makes trouble; The only way to lie is to leave; my aunt still refuses to face her own obsessions and mistakes before she leaves, and Jane still chooses to forgive...
Rochester has been "fighting" many times, he deliberately brought the nobles home and asked Jane to attend, but said something to stimulate Jane - but before that, every glance and conversation between him and Jane , that kind of vague breath is clearly saying "I want you". In a brief farewell, he promises again. When Jane came back, that night, if Jane pretended not to care, if she held back her tears, if Jane didn't take the initiative to express her heart, would Rochester have pushed her away forever.
That look, you should understand, is clearly that you are reflected in my eyes and hidden in my heart. I just can't tell you outright. So when you cry, you turn your head away.
In the end, Rochester lost the gorgeous conditions of the past, but they finally had a legitimate opportunity to be free.
My love for you must hide the years I have experienced, and the self that I can no longer be resurrected. When I look at you, I have accidentally messed up too many waves, for fear of disturbing you. However, how much I hope you understand, that complex and deep soul, because you are willing to love passionately and bravely.
(The last paragraph, written here, I hope to meet that person in the future and show him. I hope we can meet and understand each other)
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