Lolita, light of my life, Fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.
Lolita, the light of my life, the fire of my lust, my sin, my soul...
A week after reading this book, a weekend of heavy rain, in bed watching Adrian Lyne '97 Director's "A Tree of Pears and Blossoms" Starring: Jeremy Irons / Melanie Griffith / Frank Langella / Dominique Swain Year of release: 1997 Language:
English The verse of eating tender grass: "Eighteen brides and eighty men, pale hair and red makeup. The mandarin ducks are two nights under the quilt, and a pear tree presses the begonia" -- I like this translation very much, and I think of the word that circulates in the streets:
Jun I was born before I was born,
I am old when I was born, and I
hate being born at the same time, and I am
good to you every day.
I think, love should not be simply defined by ethics, because love itself is too abstract.” (Note: In the book, lolita was 12 years old, but in the movie, it was changed to a scene of 14 or 5 years old.)
I wanted to write down my thoughts on this story, but I found that "LOLITA" as the title of an article on MSN's SPACE is forbidden. Thinking of the first time I made a book into a movie, I was dismissed by many popular stars because of public opinion. If you refuse to act, you will feel a bit culturally raped!!! (This entry's title contains language that is prohibited. Please delete the prohibited language from the title of the entry.)
Story summary
: He was still single in 2018, because after the death of his first love when he was young, Humbert's enthusiasm and youth also died together. Years later, he accidentally saw the 12-year-old girl Lolita, and his heart rekindled and fell into a beautiful spring. Infatuation: sinking, incoherent, pure, inextricable... In order to get close to her, he did not hesitate to marry Lolita's mother Charlotte, when Charlotte learned the truth, she angrily rushed out of the house and was caught by a car. Hit and killed. After Charlotte died, Humbert roamed around with Lolita, who gradually couldn't stand this life and was kidnapped by playboy Clare Kunning. Years later, Humbert found Lolita Rita was married and pregnant, and he shot Kunning in desperation..."
Luo's appearance:
a peaceful garden, green grass, the afternoon sun wantonly sprinkled this courtyard, the lawn , is spraying water automatically, the twisting dancing faucet seems to spray water droplets randomly: crystal clear and translucent, Lolita is lying on the grass, with her bare feet Y, leisurely flipping through the People magazine, Regardless of the water droplets soaking her dress, the dress that was close to her skin color was tightly wrapped around her graceful precocious body, youthful and gushing out. She was so leisurely, serene, and contented, she seemed to turn her head inadvertently and smiled at Humbert, the curvature of the corner of her mouth seemed to be polite, but together with her braces, in her eyes, it was written: Destined. It was a naive tease that all the sins and souls of Humbert's life were entrusted to her... When Han received Lo's letter for help a few years after Lo and Quinn fled and disappeared for several years, they met again, and he looked in front of him. The old friend of her, sighed like this:
I looked at her,
Looking
at her, she used to be like a flower witch,
but now there are only dead leaves returning home,
pale and bloated and vulgar
, the flesh and bones in her belly belong to others,
but I love her
, she can fade, she can wither
, anything can be done,
but I only need to look at her
once , all kinds of tenderness come up In my heart
... Humbert said: "Don't touch me. If you touch me, I will die."
... Humbert said: "This is only 25 paces away from the car you are familiar with. Come with me! "
--I finally understand what it means to be "unhappy"! Feelings like this: too deep, too thick, too heavy...
End of story:
Humbert shoots Quinn, drives that classic car, blood on his face and hands on the steering wheel Blood, he looked as if all his thoughts were lost, but his wish was gone, old, haggard, and heartbreaking. He leaned his head against the window and let the car sway like a drunken alcoholic on the country road, the bloody revolver sliding to and fro on the seat cushion. Finally, Han got out of the old car, looked at the village at the foot of the mountain, heard the laughter and laughter of children in the distance, and inner monologue:
...and then i knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that concord.
What makes me sad is not the absence of Lolita by my side, but the absence of her in this laughter...
In this monologue of Han, LO's rebellious and unruly and Han's infatuation and helplessness, helpless infatuation, are nakedly presented in front of the viewer's eyes. --Maybe it's because of people's irrepressible lust, maybe because of deceit and betrayal, or because love itself, regardless of age, is destined to be a catastrophe and fate, the original sin that people are born with. -- Seduction, possession, use, betrayal Only the turbulent undercurrent of this asymmetrical emotion is the most gorgeous and true beauty in life. The Han Dynasty raised the gun himself, and this evil fate was finally relieved.
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