I don't understand love at all, and I don't have any experience with love. The following is purely thinking and writing, or carrying it blindly.
In this French version of the film, the male protagonist thinks that when he is completing the task, he falls in love with the chaste lady. The male protagonist refused to admit it, annoyed, and his self-esteem was frustrated. He fled and injured his wife. In the end, he could not bear the psychological pain, and finally voluntarily died under the sword of his opponent. The male protagonist relieved his pain with his physical death.
The lady keeps her dream of chastity, but the male protagonist has been entangled and pursued several times. The lady also refused and fled, but in the end she still fell in love, and was deeply hurt. In the end, the wife became seriously ill due to emotional injuries, and the screenwriter kindly let her know the truth before she died, but the wife was still dead.
And manipulating all of this is a noble of the upper class who has suffered more injuries and experiences, and has been more trained and matured. She hates all those who have true love, and she hates others who crawl under her pomegranate skirt on the one hand, but have a heart on the other hand. She sees other people's joy, other people's happiness, she doesn't believe it. Indeed, she managed to destroy it. Sadly, she didn't get true love either.
For the first time in the movie, the face was smeared with powder, and there were several times of unwillingness and resentment in the middle. In the end, the thick powder on the face was removed, revealing the original ugly face.
A relationship that makes people feel dangerous, is it love? Just like the lady, who has her own beliefs, but is destroyed; although she is loved, she is also hurt the most; like a noble, she tries to control everything, tries to expose all the ugliness, has she got love? And like the young couple, from the first heart-to-heart sympathy, to the physical derailment in the process, to the final reunion, they are very ordinary, can you say that it is not love?
Love is a luxury.
Each of us, after subtraction, will eventually encounter luxuries that we can afford. And the luxury that makes people feel embarrassed and burdened, like the relationship in this play, although it is rare, the tragic ending sets a dangerous tone, and at the same time, it also makes art finally become art, and it is difficult to apply ordinary people.
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