The trembling, the reluctant, the sentimental, the unconfident, it was almost not from the heart but desperately forced to laugh, reminding me of a Japanese saying, the face is smiling, the heart is crying.
There is no icy nobleness of Grace Kelly, nor the handsome and generous of Bergman, there is one of the most accurate adjectives-nervousness.
She is nervous, always nervous.
She is like a formal English teacher, ordinary and fragile, like a scared little animal. It was such a humble little woman who wanted to be in a mysterious and terrifying environment and to save a worried man. At that time, she was extremely nervous.
I once read an article about her and mentioned that she was hated in her autobiography. She hates her graceful sister, Havilland, hates partners, hates many people, and seems to only be grateful to Catherine Hepburn, the person who helped her. This woman who had been pushed into the water by her sister's jealousy since she was a child, a girl who lost her father in her early years, has never lacked confidence and sense of security. So she was so nervous and anxious.
If she is not nervous, she can't act.
Of course, she is beautiful, delicate and quiet, fragrant and elegant, but she is just like a gentle little Jiabiyu. Doesn't have the light of a goddess. So such women remind us more of ourselves, because most of our ordinary women are at least like women without names in the film.
So this movie is just hers. Even if it reflects Oliver's British sense of instability. It is said that Oliver dislikes her very much, which fits the film’s sense of alienation. Maybe he only admires women like Fei Wenli or Garson.
Joan Fantine, what a romantic name, I don't know why, I always want to try a perfume one day, just call it this name, fragrant, elegant and simple and kind.
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