The love of male intellectuals

Drake 2022-03-22 09:02:28

Intellectuals are known to be very narcissistic. Therefore, in literature, in movies, their own marriage and love are over-represented themes. Their love has been told a hundred times in different ways, and finally, there is one, the author, who leaned down and wrote about the grievances of a poor and humble couple. Therefore, as a film about intellectual marriage and love, in addition to the beautiful language and performance of the film, "Night" certainly has some original ideas.

At first glance it may just be about the fading and exhaustion of love. Although Lydia and Giovanni were a couple, this passing was a purely emotional one, as if it had nothing to do with the institution of marriage. The disintegration of a couple, that's all. The first 20 minutes of going to the hospital has already shown this dying state with precision. Coming out of the hospital, the two were restless. They're still in the same car, but their minds are very different. One weeps over a dying friend (who witnessed their youth and love; and came close to holding her in Giovanni's absence), and one is lost for a brief affair in the hospital.

At the end of the movie, they each had a turbulent night. When Lydia read yesterday's love letter, Giovanni couldn't tell that it was written by him (I guess he thought it was Tommaso). What's even more outrageous is that not only did he not remember the love he had given, but this love letter yesterday moved him. He actually had the nerve to say to Lydia: No, you still love me! And force her to kiss and coerce her into sex. How weak and arrogant men are, unable to believe the reality that love is gone. Lydia said that Giovanni was talking about himself from start to finish. When she was young, she only thought how fresh it was when a man came running up to tell her about himself. And I even suspect that he never really loved her, he only loved his own reflection.

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La Notte quotes

  • Giovanni: I know what to write, but how? It's a crisis affecting many writers today. But in my case, it's something secret inside affecting my whole life.

    Valentina Gherardini: You're just weak, like me. Why are you telling me this? I may not understand. After all, I like golf, tennis, cars, parties.

    Giovanni: Nothing else? Isn't there anything else?

    Valentina Gherardini: Yes. Everything.

  • Valentina Gherardini: Promise not to make fun of me?

    Giovanni: I promise.

    Valentina Gherardini: [turns on tape recorder] From the living room today you could hear dialogue from a film on television: 'If I were you, I wouldn't do that, Jim.' After that, the howling of a dog rising in a perfect arc and trailing off in great sadness. Then I thought I heard a plane, but there was silence - and I was glad. A garden's silence is made of sounds. Press your ear to a tree and listen - after a while you'll hear a sound. Perhaps it comes from within us, I'd rather think it's the tree. Within that silence were strange noises that disturbed the soundscape around me. I closed the window, but the noises persisted. I thought I'd go crazy. I don't want to hear useless sounds. I want to pick them out throughout the day. Same with voices and words. So many words I'd rather not hear, but you can't escape them. You must resign yourself to them like the waves when you float on your back in the ocean."