I just finished watching it and I've been crying for nearly an hour. Several times I wanted to stop, give up and stop watching, it was too painful. Mrs. Sophia, who could sense the arrival of the "enemy" from the smell of perfume, crawled tremblingly from the window to her husband's windowsill, watching a group of people plot to betray her. In this group of people are her husband, her daughter, these people she loves deeply. In fact, the reviews have told me, and I agree, that the film reflects two externalizations of Leo Tolstoy's inner struggle.
But I was always just an ordinary female audience, and I deeply felt Sophia's pain, despair, paranoia and collapse for more than an hour. Minutes before it started, I still thought the movie was drowsy, until she burst into the study from the window sill, fell to the ground, screamed for someone to help her up, but no one paid attention; until everyone got away from her Go, Chekov gritted his teeth and said to her: "If I had a wife like you, I would rather shoot myself!" She sat on the ground and cried bitterly. All of a sudden I felt sad, as if I felt it, tears and pain rushed out of my eyes, my chest, and my throat. love and betrayal, love and despair
Family, love and his great career, some people are destined to become great people. Leo Tolstoy may really exist like Christ among the bottom people of Russia.
But I'm a layman and I can only condemn him and his faithful and daughter for the pain Sophia has caused.
This is probably all due to the wonderful performance of the actress, this is the first time I have felt the real pain of the actors beyond the storyline. She deeply infected me with her pain and affected me, it was amazing.
She looked at the letter in her hand, rushed out of the house, fell and rolled into the pond in a moment of despair. For the first time, I saw it in a film and television work and touched love.
I have always felt that I am a person who understands and understands love. I know the existence of love, and I even have thoughts about love in my mind.
But when I saw that moment, I was pretty sure that was what love looked like, and began to suspect that I probably never loved anyone. For the first time, I saw love for people, how happiness, joy, satisfaction, pain and despair when people fall into love without hesitation.
He is the Christ of the people, but the Lord of her hell.
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