Movies to watch, but not recommended

Timmy 2022-06-27 22:50:09

I haven't read the original, but I believe the original is better than the movie, because it has become a law that the movie cannot surpass the original.
The author of the original book is a woman, and the story of King Arthur's era is narrated from the perspective of Morgan, the heir to the sacrifice of the goddess of the lake, so the film is filled with women's sadness and sorrow. The first third of the film is a fatalistic argument, one of the three in the middle is full of accidental arguments, and the last third is an ancient Greek-style patriarchal tragedy. From start to finish, you're not watching a movie, as if you were slowly drinking a bitter drink. Don't watch it when you're in a bad mood, it makes people feel bad~~

I never like that when I watch a movie, characters are always influenced by emotions. Although I admit that human beings are emotional animals, in addition to emotions, people also have responsibilities. Undoubtedly, the emotions of this film are the main line of the development of the story. The emotions of the main characters are intertwined like a spider web, and their respective responsibilities and obligations have disappeared, so I give them three stars. All in all, the movie is good to watch, but not recommended.



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  • Morgaine: All the unhappiness of the past seemed to be swept away when I saw my little brother Arthur for the first time.

  • Morgaine: As Lancelot made his decision, deep within me there stood something I had felt for no man before. Within days, on the orders of Viviane, I was on my way to take part in the fertility rites known as the Beltane feast. The ceremony she called, "The Great Marriage." To whom I would be given, I did not know. But Viviane assured me that the future of Avalon depended on my playing the role of the Virgin Huntress. And that my partner would be the man that killed the King Stag. As I returned to the holy isle, a great longing gripped my heart. I hoped that the man at the Beltane rites had been Lancelot, but I had never seen his face. There had been no hint as to who he really was.