Anonymous don't care if they are anonymous

Meredith 2022-03-24 09:02:57

"Anonymous" is an opportunity to subvert Shakespeare - but if you can put aside your curiosity, you can fully integrate into the play and feel the good and evil, betrayal, and loyalty of human nature displayed by politics and family tragedies. with love.
This background gave Edward Wushang glory and wealth, but it failed to give him freedom. So he plunged into the world of words, seeking release. The script he wrote was not for fame or understanding, but for liberating himself and the words that spewed out of his mind.
The costumes in the film are beautiful, especially the one the old queen wore when she finally met Edward, which has a kind of freehand gorgeous beauty. But the soundtrack failed to match the gloomy tragedy, and some of the big scenes were slightly deliberate.
Cecil William, Cecil Robert, Elizabeth I...they did everything for power, only Edward loved only his own words, even when he finally helped his son fight for the throne The weapon he is best at using is the pen. Although he failed, he knew the mystery of his own life experience. In his later years, Edward admitted his identity as Cecil, and he regretted not being able to gallop on the battlefield or deal with the political arena like the rest of the family, but his most precious words never let it be with "Cecil". Er” is related.
How many lives and family tragedies have been created by such an era and such a court, it takes too much courage to survive, not to mention being able to fight for what you love, not to mention becoming the soul of an era?

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  • Wilford 2022-03-27 09:01:14

    Big people, little people, anonymous people. A mess. If Laosha is not a legend, it is a monster in the quicksand river.

  • Adrain 2022-04-22 07:01:43

    You are so strong, even Queen Elizabeth I was folded in

Anonymous quotes

  • Ben Jonson: You are the soul of the age... Undeniable perfection that plagued my soul.

  • Prologue: Though our story is at an end, our poet's is not; for his monument is everliving. Not of stone but of verse. And it shall be remembered. As long as words are made of breath. And breath of life.