old loves die

Demarco 2022-03-24 09:01:35

When I saw Joan Fontaine in the room of the hostess of Manderley Manor, overwhelmed by the ubiquitous scent of the hostess, and finally decided to resist, I thought that according to Hitchcock's way, the hostess would definitely Appearing in a shadow (or Joan Fontaine's imagination), laughing with his mouth open, and finally stabbing Joan Fontaine in the chest with a sharp knife.
This film is really not Hitchcock's style, unless only the beginning and Joan Fontaine just entered the Manderley manor part. The hostess turned out not to be hateful, Derwent didn't love her at all, and since he's on our side, we don't have to worry too much about Joan Fontaine's situation. However, the director unexpectedly threw out that the hostess had cancer and she wanted to die in front of Derwent. In this way, the audience realizes that she is the real protagonist of the story, what a tragic woman. At the end of the film, the magnificent Mandeley Manor ignited a raging fire, which marked the departure of the hostess, and our Joan Fontaine, only when the fire was burnt out and scorched, could he truly fall in love.

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  • Rebeka 2022-03-25 09:01:06

    what a bitch rebecca!!! The character played by joan fontaine did not have his own name from the beginning to the end, no father, no mother, no name, what a tragic life. . . joan fontaine who is trembling and smiling and has no confidence is perfect for this role

  • Maggie 2022-03-26 09:01:04

    You can't deny the classicness of the film just because it's too familiar and too fat to watch.

Rebecca quotes

  • Maxim de Winter: [to Rebeca] It wouldn't make for sanity, would it, living with the devil.

  • Mrs. de Winter: [opening voice-over] Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done. But as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon it. Nature had come into her own again, and little by little had encroached upon the drive with long, tenacious fingers. On and on wound the poor thread that had once been our drive, and finally there was Manderley. Manderley - secretive and silent. Time could not mar the perfect symmetry of those walls. Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, and suddenly it seemed to me that light came from the windows. And then a cloud came upon the moon and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. We can never go back to Manderley again. That much is certain. But sometimes, in my dreams I do go back to the strange days of my life, which began for me in the South of France.