Completely directed at DEPP, I spent half the morning watching this movie. Silent, depressing half-morning, then I gave 3 stars. Because I'm not sure if I understand the movie, but I'm sure I won't watch it again.
Then, at dinner, I started to miss that kid named John.
Not Johnny Depp, but John Wilmot.
The talented John Wilmot, the deviant John Wilmot, the derisive John Wilmot, and the contemptuous John Wilmot of kingship.
At the beginning of the movie, with sharp eyes, say: "You won't like me."
Muddy. Always muddy, an impressive detail in the movie. Every time he gets off the carriage, he always falls into this unavoidable way. Muddy, time and time again. Just like this world, all that can be seen is ugly and dirty, but there is no escape, and no one can pull him out.
Sober but powerless, it is cruel.
So he indulges himself, indulges his body and soul. Debauchery, male and female take-all, alcohol, vicious language, explicit speech, and obscene poems and plays. In this violent way, at the cost of his own life, he exposed his sins and mocked the hypocrisy of the world.
His mother said to him, "You should serve God."
He pouted and smiled contemptuously.
As soon as the king asked him to write a whitewashed play, he put on a show full of pornography and incest in front of the French ambassador.
His wife, who loved him when he was handsome and powerful, stayed with him when he was banished by the king with sores on his face. He said that he would rather have a portrait with a monkey, and he did paint one and sent it to his wife.
The prostitute, who accompanied him when he was wanted, ran back to report the letter regardless of himself when the pursuers found him, and shouted heart-rendingly: "Johnny! Johnny!". "I hate prostitutes who pretend to be sentimental," he said.
He fell in love with the actress, taught her to act, called her by name in the rain, told her that he wanted her to be his wife and have children for him. However, the other party, like him, is loyal to his own heart. Tell him that he will not give up the career he pursues for his unreliable love. Then resolutely turned to leave.
Ignore everything that you don't love, and pay all the price to pursue what you love. He was only true to his own heart, and he paid the price for it.
John Wilmot, 33, died of syphilis.
Maybe, this movie is a little dull, but, at the end of the movie, I see him sitting there alone, without any emotion, asking over and over again:
Do you like me now?
Do you like me now?
Do you like me now?
Do you like me...now?
Then, slowly swallowed by the darkness, only the pale and slender hand held the glass. The music played, and I had begun to miss this paranoid child.
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