It can be seen that the writer and director hate Dylan Thomas. Before I learned that this was his biographical film, I had always regarded it as a tool man who created contradictions and tragedies. There is not a single scene in the whole film that can make me get the charm of this swinging poet. Dylan's only hilarious moment is probably the scene where he falls on the ground with his chair and threw himself away in fear of being shot. A character in a moral dilemma wants to be loved either by his looks or temperament, or by his talent and wisdom. Dylan has nothing (a few poems in the narration really can't reflect his talent), and it is too embarrassing for the audience to understand that the two beauties are deeply in love with him and do a series of harmful things to others. Swapping the roles of Murphy and Rhys might have been a lot better. The background is set in World War II, and the war scene also occupies a lot of space, but it does not play its due role. War and poetry, life and death... What a rich element, the film could have used the topic to discuss something more profound. But the significance of seeing the final war seems to be limited to the few shots Williams fired at Dylan's house and the despicableness of Dylan. At the end, there is a sentence for the lovers, their arms round the griefs of the ages, laugh to death, there is a person like Dylan in the film, no matter which age it is, it will be tragic.
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