Just as Bell in the film only really understands the place when she goes deep into the Arabian desert, it also gives her a vision for the future that happens there, and she also has a place in the political situation of the Arab world after the First World War. But it all starts with the demise and grief of the first encounter of love, and it seems that in anyone's feminist perspective, love and fame are incompatible. But at least the film doesn't have the feminist bias imposed on romanticism, and poetry seems to have always been Bell's best friend.
The film is very clear and unpretentious, but at the end it seems to arouse my speculation again. Isn't this another big-power chauvinist memo?
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