very nice

Kevin 2021-11-12 08:01:24

The whole film is well-conceived, and an unexpected and reasonable thing is completed under a tight rhythm; how powerful can the thought be? The logical deduction confuses the protagonist and the heroine, and makes the audience twitch their hearts from beginning to end. That British fat old man achieved these two points to the extreme. It can only be said that he even included the masses in his own movies. Here, he can understand everyone, but we are just a "helpless" prop. Recommendation: The fat old man’s ability to tell stories and his play control over people’s psychology.

It looks good, I recommend you to watch it

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  • Burdette 2022-04-24 07:01:05

    beautiful, worth admiring

  • Jeffery 2022-03-26 09:01:04

    Lao Xi's suspenseful dream - excellent suspense. It was the first time I saw Vivien Leigh's life-long lover, the real body of Lawrence Oliver, who was indeed handsome and temperamental, with a strong melancholy aura. Relatively speaking, Joan Fontaine's drama is a bit overdone, and she keeps looking terrified, which is a bit tiring.

Rebecca quotes

  • Mrs. de Winter: [opening voice-over] Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done. But as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon it. Nature had come into her own again, and little by little had encroached upon the drive with long, tenacious fingers. On and on wound the poor thread that had once been our drive, and finally there was Manderley. Manderley - secretive and silent. Time could not mar the perfect symmetry of those walls. Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, and suddenly it seemed to me that light came from the windows. And then a cloud came upon the moon and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. We can never go back to Manderley again. That much is certain. But sometimes, in my dreams I do go back to the strange days of my life, which began for me in the South of France.

  • Maxim de Winter: You despise me, don't you?