This world is beautiful and fragile, ugly and tenacious. Falling in love is short, grief is long.
Maurice and Clive eventually separated. Compared with the harmony between the piano and the selves in the spiritual world, the love in the world is more real and can warm a wounded heart.
"If you leave me alone, I will live a half-dream and half-awake life." Clive ignited Maurice's dream, but turned around and left, leaving Maurice alone in his dream. When you love each other, you can't wait for each other to be flesh and blood, and you can't wait for your hair to turn white overnight. When you don't love each other, you don't stay for a moment. The poetic teenager who used "The Symposium" to challenge the patriarch, defend his pagan position against his domineering mother, and admire ancient Greece has become a shrewd politician. He used to say that the beard was a stain on Morris's face, but he ended up willingly pulling back his beard and wearing standard politician makeup. Are people a little bit used to everything they have resisted? How can we escape into the rivers and lakes without losing a piece of childlike innocence? Fame and love, this matter is difficult to complete and cannot be called a legend, but we are unfortunately born at the right time and cannot extricate ourselves, how can we not be sentimental?
The many details in the film are intriguing, and there may be many interpretations, but I'd rather believe that Clive was deeply in love with Maurice from start to finish. Why did the news of Maurice's love stop suddenly, why did I go to congratulate me excitedly and look back but feel so lost, I believe all this is just pretending to be strong. I believe he was just jealous when he saw Maurice and Scudder's tacit understanding in cricket and hurried on the field before taking a break. "I have a meeting until midnight, and there will be a meeting this afternoon, but I will definitely be back in the evening, so that you can really start to be a guest in my house." He was just blinded by worldly life. He was casual because he never thought he would lose it one day.
But actions are more important than words. The divine nature is lofty and almost hypocritical, and the human nature is vulgar but almost sincere. Plato does not mean not being faithful to a lover. This unfulfilled love is just an ethereal dream, and in the end it's just a promise outside the city of Cambridge.
Maurice will be loyal to Clive until his death, if Clive can stay with him, even if he has to stick to Plato. He silently endured Clive's almost cruel indifference, even if the other party made trouble without reason, he always bowed his head first. He is his only happiness, and he will do what he wants. Love is Maurice's highest belief. But everything Clive was willing to do for him was refusing to say he loved him. A man can only love a beautiful lady. Maurice is just an old dream from his student days, a relic of his beliefs, a book that will never be read again and will never be discarded. This occasional little bit of tenderness, a little bit of nostalgia, is not worthy of a life-long entrustment by a flesh-and-blood person.
The highest state of love is sacrifice. Courage without sacrifice is not worthy of true love.
Clive got everything he wanted, and even though the last drop of water was full of melancholy, he might still make the same choice if everything were to be repeated. Some things are always understood too late, and what is even more tragic is that what can be done? God have mercy, Maurice finally found the warmth of the world after being bruised and bruised. It's impossible to tell Scudder's original intentions for Maurice's love, but he stayed without any guarantees, which can be seen as a lesson. Class, career, honor, possessions, things that humans invent for self-mutilation are all in vain at this moment. Maurice lifted Scudder like a long-lost princess, the music was warm like a quietly burning fire, and he closed his eyes deeply, how hard-won was this rebirth after disaster. The world is unkind, the world is cruel, and the windy houseboat has become a small world where love still exists. This is the best ending a sad story could ever have.
If Clive doesn't stick to Plato, who will Maurice choose? Of course, if this is the case, there will be no later story at all. The point is that many times we have no choice. In reality, what matters is not what kind of person you want to be, but what kind of person you can become; in love, what matters is not who you want to get, but who you can get.
good bye my love. You are awake on your way home, and I am alone. I love you to the point of dizzying, but you are just lusting after me in politics and women's leisure, how can I not be chilled. You say that you never forget, but you never mention it again; you never give up caring about me, but you are always distant.
good bye my love. "Before this moment, I told you everything, and after this moment, I will not say anything." Let this love accompany the breeze to nourish the greenery where you and I have rendezvous, let this love go with the gentle waves of Kanghe Follow the back of the boating boy, let this love be engraved on the tragic ruins and bathe in the glory of ancient Greece, and let this love be forever sealed in the sky of the ivory tower without being stained by a trace of mundane dust.
Remember we were in love. "How can emotion be an accident?" I love your tearful beauty, your downcast eyes, your knowledge and your willfulness and stubbornness. We played the piano together, sang together, and inadvertently bit the same apple. Remember the warmth between your fingers and the warmth of your hair when you caress, remember that I jumped into your window late at night just to say I love you. I skipped classes for you, dropped out of school for you, and even changed religion for you because I love God, but I love you more. You don't know that I have spent countless long and bleak nights with lovesickness on my back, just hoping that one day you will change your mind, you don't know that I almost broke down and went to the doctor to become "normal" like you, you I don't know the powerlessness of my despair when I wander alone, you don't know that behind your tenderness and indifference, I can only let the ruthless rain extinguish my affectionate heart. Clive, you won't know that, never will.
good bye my love. We are two meteors in different directions, occasionally meeting each other, and eventually going to different fates. I used to love you so deeply, but "it's a pity it's not you, stay with me to the end", I belong to another person now, don't be shocked, don't worry about me, turn to your own happiness, from now on I will no longer be what is yours.
There is nothing special about the story level of the whole film, but the details are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The ten fingers are intertwined on the fragrant grass, and the eyes are full of affection during the banquet. The ancient house under the mist, the young man on horseback, and the moss growing arbitrarily, are like an impressionist oil painting. It would be great if it could go on like this forever.
The fly in the ointment is that individual scenes end abruptly, and I feel that the deleted scenes will be more complete and coherent. Of course, it is purely personal opinion. 5 stars, dedicated to Hugh Grant for the most beautiful time. Beautiful, boy!
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