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This randomly selected movie last night may have left a mark on my heart for a long time. The majestic scenery of the African land, the pure and beautiful love hymn, the epic temperament of a true memoir, all kinds. As I played these images in my head, peace and strength surged in my heart again. It was the 1986 Oscar-winning film, Out of Africa.
The question I'm always asking myself is what makes some women the objects of my admiration, and there's always a power in them that transcends gender and history. Karen, the heroine in the movie, was also worried about gains and losses. As a wealthy girl who had almost fulfilled her marriage contract with others, she was afraid that she would end up alone because she lost her so-called purity and became an "old girl in a single room". At the beginning of the film she chooses an exchange marriage and begins her life on an African farm.
She has always been a very person of her own ideas and persistence. She treated African aborigines equally, advised local children to seek medical treatment for injuries and illnesses, went to the front line of the battlefield without fear of danger, and trekked the wasteland on the way, all of which showed her own strength. She only does what she thinks is right.
The love she met later changed her understanding of the world. She and Dennis both have curious eyes on the world, and every adventure they have in the African savannah brings each other's hearts closer. They light up bonfires in the depths of the grasslands at night, and decorate the most grand and romantic dinners even in the most desolate wilderness. They cruised in the air in a plane, with cattle and sheep under their feet, and strange water birds linked together on the lake. They raised their hands in the sky and clenched each other, and their eyes filled with joy for this ultimate picture to be shared with each other.
But Dennis is a more hopeless person after all. His attitude towards life attracts her at first, but slowly turns into torment for her. Her husband, who already wanted to end the relationship, clearly proposed to her to break up the engagement. She had a chat with her friend Berkeley over dinner, and finally expressed her entanglement. She was afraid that she would eventually lose even her titular husband, and she would not be able to keep Dennis unruly. The heart, in the end, ended up with nothing. As a man of flesh and blood, there is nothing to blame for that.
The camera came to the ordinary life picture of Karen and Dennis. After dinner, the two rested in a corner of the living room, Dennis unfolded a map on the ground, planning the next long trip, but she picked up one of his old clothes and tried to button a button for him. Dennis stopped her because he found her abnormal. She is the woman who runs the entire farm and factory business, and has never done such non-trivial things. The silver needle is the indictment. The dispute between the two ignited instantly. She wanted him to stay, but he didn't want to live according to her wishes. He wanted the same freedom he gave her.
Yes, he said, a piece of paper doesn't make my love for you one more point. For a person like Dennis, his indifference and unrestrainedness make people yearn, and he is afraid to fall in love with him. Because of deep love, I want to have it. People who can restrain this possessiveness in their nature will not be retained by you, nor will they be retained by you.
At this point, the story begins to turn.
The blazing brightness of African blockbusters is still there. After all, the real world does not change colors because of the ups and downs of the fate of a few people. The extreme complexity of the British royal family is still there, such as Karen's calm and restraint, and there has never been a single omission. When history began to reveal its true face, she was not a hero at all, she was just beaten to the point of despair, as she said, she just let herself endure one more second each time.
She once wanted to rely on others, and her husband, but her husband used her money to grow large swathes of coffee at high altitudes, and no one could save their business if she hadn't adjusted the plan herself. He wanted to rely on Dennis, but the factory fire destroyed all her business, but he flew on the border of the country, where he could count on it, so he had to kneel on his knees and pray for the big man to leave land for the aborigines. When the lion charged at her, she stood still, aimed, and shot. She was raided by a beast at night, and she couldn't find a gun, so she could only whip the whip physically.
All this is not because she wants to protect her rights, nor does she want to prove herself to this male-dominated world, but there is really no one who can help her. Maybe you can say that in the end she was invited to a British club in Africa that no women had ever stepped into. She drank the whisky in the eyes of all the men, glanced at the room and left a thank you, and the moment she turned and walked away was a highlight. . But that's just a little bit of light that you, me, and us unrelated people see from the side. We think it shines because we like to have someone shake the male prejudice on our behalf, as if we've won something. But every person who "worships heroes" really knows the heart of a hero. I love this movie not because Karen is a representation of women in that era, not because she slaps me in the face of injustice by fighting back against the world, not because she fulfills my values.
It was she who stood in the vast African grassland, standing in front of Dennis's grave, silently thinking, you are not mine either. Holding the first black soil in his hand, he couldn't bear to throw it at his lover's body. He turned around, took off his top hat, and walked far away from the sea, the tall tree, and the crowd.
She is wearing a white dress in the camera, her stature is small in comparison with everything in nature, and her mind echoes the songs of her youth in Africa over the years. Pretty well-known myself. But she remembered what Dennis once said to her, we were just passing by, we didn't have it.
The land of Africa is generous to her, and her soul spreads out here, allowing her to face each other with her confidant and lover, and let her enjoy herself; the land of Africa is cruel to her, and a fire burns all her family property, and the splendor is in ruins. He never thought, the one who rushed back to meet her future lover, the elegant confidant who danced with her in the rubble in front of the empty house, the harbor of life who promised to take her home by plane in two days, and then in another place. In the fire, burnt out.
When did she start getting stronger? I am reminded of a sentence I saw not long ago. I don't want you to be strong, I just want you to be naive.
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