I like people who bleed a lot to cry for me

Vito 2022-11-18 04:06:53

I watched the Korean version a long time ago. The name of the movie was "Scandal". At that time, I just thought that the heroine was naive and deserved to be deceived. After reading this version, I understood a little what the heroine's love was like, and how the hero chose to die from being a prodigal son because of temptation. Therefore, feelings have no borders and no cultural barriers, but stories have their inherent growth soil. European and American love, transplanted to East Asia, is so unacceptable, which makes people look inexplicable. There is a saying on the Internet: If you look at the prosperity, I will go to the stove. The more prodigal, the more unable to resist sincere and simple feelings. People who are accustomed to traveling in the love scene like to follow the rules of the love scene, and only follow the kidneys and not the heart. It's all life! I've watched this movie twice, and each time I cry with the final prodigal son's confession before he dies. I remember there was a question before me: Can you stand a man who often sheds tears for you, or can't stand a man who bleeds a lot for you. When I was young and ignorant, I would choose the person who sheds tears to shed blood for me. As times change, I choose the person who bleeds to shed tears for me. Another: The female lead actress is one of the few European and American actresses I like. I think she is so beautiful. Her mouth is like a python kiss, but she is so sexy! She also has a movie I like very much, she played with Orlando Bloom, the elf prince, and it's also very good, called "Shelly". Another: Keanu Reeves in this movie is really tender!

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  • Marquise de Merteuil: When I came out into society, I was fifteen. I already knew that the role I was condemned to, namely to keep quiet and do what I was told, gave me the perfect opportunity to listen and observe. Not to what people told me, which naturally was of no interest, but to whatever it was they were trying to hide. I practiced detachment. I learned how to look cheerful while, under the table, I stuck a fork into the back of my hand. I became a virtuoso of deceit. It wasn't pleasure I was after, it was knowledge. I consulted the strictest moralists to learn how to appear, philosophers to find out what to think, and novelists to see what I could get away with. And in the end, I distilled everything to one wonderfully simple principle: win or die.

  • Vicomte de Valmont: I ended by falling on my knees and pledging her eternal love. And do you know that, at that time, and for several hours afterwards, I actually meant it.