Compared with the polite earl, I prefer the ghost who is lonely and helpless with music as his life, deeply in love with an impossible object, inferiority and arrogance, arrogance and humbleness~~~Really elusive~~~~ Instead, the young and immature earl became the perfect foil! The ghost is extremely arrogant and conceited, but deep in his heart is extreme inferiority; he is talented and possesses extraordinary abilities but can only exist in the dark, and will never be accepted by others; his ability is enviable but handles things. The style is chilling; the emotions are strong and extreme, like fire, charming but burned if you are not careful; and as deep, incomprehensible and dangerous as night, full of unknown, misty and magical charm. Ghost, you are a designer, you are an architect, you are a magician, and you are even more a musical genius. Your residence is magnificent, your residence is full of institutions, but you can only live in the palace you built, no matter how beautiful the palace is, it is only the cellar of the opera house; no matter how brilliant you have candles, you will never see the light. ; No matter how deep and mellow your singing is, it is destined to be unheard; you want love, but love leaves you. You are just the devil in people's hearts, the phantom that drifts in people's hearts. When you were a child, you were just a tool for people to play and make money; as an adult, you were just a wanted criminal on the street with an ugly and scary face. How can you see the sky if you can't see people? Your singing is full of sadness and vicissitudes, but no one shares you with a smile. The coming of night is the beginning of every lonely life. You have not seen the sun for decades, you have no glory, no one pays attention, to whom do you pour your thoughts? You are just an invisible dust floating in the air, you are just a small dust in the world. The wind will blow you away, and the rain will soak you. When lovers blame you for your selfishness and restraint, who can understand the endless pain in your heart. Your beautiful rose cannot win Yiren’s heart. It can only be torn apart ruthlessly, drifting in the cold morning wind, falling into mud without knowing where it will end up. Who do you complain to silently? The white mask is setting off your pale face, blocking the world's fear of you, but how can it stop your heavy heart's thirst for music, singing for life and endless yearning for beautiful love. Your life, no, how can it be called life? You are a phantom, no, you are a ghost, but there will be sympathy for ghosts. And you, poor, what are you? Sadly you can't find your home. What do you have? You have nothing. When the angel in your heart takes him away, it also takes away your music, your soul, and everything about you. All you have left is the monkey statue that can beat a bowl, and only the rose that her husband offered to her grave before her husband, and the rose will eventually dry and wither. Poor, you have nothing left. What you have is people's fear and hatred of you, what you have is your bitter memories of the past. No matter if you wander all day long or continue to wander in the dark, no one cares or remembers. Ah, poor, no, there are two people who remember you, one is the one who hates you, and the other is the one who saves you. The person who hates you has long lost the reason to hate you, and the person who saves you can save your life, but cannot redeem your soul. How I want to sympathize with you. But I don't think I am qualified to sympathize with you, you don't need to sympathize. You have a kind heart, wandering in darkness and light, and you have a great soul floating above the opera house. From the moment she chose him, you no longer need sympathy, you smashed all the mirrors, just to bid farewell to this kind of ruthlessness and get out of the cage of hell forever. From that moment on, you walked into the light, but fell into the boundless darkness, you walked out of the darkness, but the light was gone forever. A broken heart, no one will make a gap for you. At that moment, my heart also shattered with you, and died together, sinking into the bottomless abyss and the dark black hole together. How much I want to cross time and space and become an angel to accompany you; how much I want to become a note, flowing in your writing; how much I want to become a song, and be sung by your soul; how much I want to be the endless darkness, you can Enveloping you, stroking you; I thought it was a candle, igniting you, illuminating you... But I can't. Because I don't have Christine's beauty, I will make you love and pity; I don't have Christine's beautiful singing voice, which will make you admire; I don't have Christine's luck, and I can get God's favor. I am like you, nothing, nothing to do for you. Poor I can only lament that hypocritical love for poor you. Love, I don’t believe in love, love is just a luxury-sounding luxury and decoration for people who are rich in spirit and empty of money. But, do I really know what love is? … Poor I don’t know anything about love. In this materialistic society, does true love still exist? Regarding love, will anyone really stick to their old age like a ghost? ... Raoul de Chagny ... I can only say that he is really a good person, and he is very persistent in his love for Christine. It is really admirable that he can put his life and death out for Christine! But it's a pity that there is a person with a strong color like the ghost nearby, and his color is relatively weak. Compared with the distinctive fire-like character of the ghost, I think Chagny represents the warmth, bright, and gentleness of the sun during the day, without the danger of night, but some are safe and gentle. He is a prince-like character, but it seems too dreamy, giving a very unreal feeling. It should be said to be too good to be true, a bit too perfect. And I feel that Raoul de Chagny's actor's performance is not very good, and it feels like it only stays on the screen, making people unable to resonate with emotions. Compared with Christine and the ghost, it feels much inferior. There are many unforgettable shots, and I think every scene is very delicate. . Seeing Christine and Chagny kissing and dropping the red rose he sent, the ghost was heartbroken... After Christine and Chagny left, the ghost picked up the red rose left on the ground and whispered.. When the screen returned Modern (black and white)...After the old Viscount Chagny left the auction house of the opera house with the monkey music box...in the car to the cemetery...in front of a tomb...he put the monkey music in his hand The box is placed on the ground in front of the tomb... The photo on the tomb is a picture of Christine, and it says Viscountess Chagny... Chagny's eyes are tearful looking at the tomb to memorialize Christine... Then the Viscount found that there was a red on the corner of Christine's tomb. Rose...On the snow-white ground, lies a crimson rose. The rose is tied with a black velvet ribbon and a ring... Viscount’s eyes have enlightenment... He looked around, But no one...the camera keeps zooming in and illuminating the rose... (The paragraph is quoted from the Internet) Helpless sadness floods my heart, and I seem to see the ghost's heart dripping with blood. Some people say: Art is born out of pain. If an artist has a warm family life and a gentle partner, I don’t think anyone is willing to pursue the aura of art all the time, only when life is disappointing, and when life is unsatisfying. Even when it was finally desperate, the power of art burst out! When we listen to the heart-shaking melody over and over again, we will be amazed again and again that there is such a beautiful music in the world. The Phantom of the Opera is Weber’s salad for his former wife. Created by Brightman, the work is full of Weber’s love for salad from beginning to end, salad. Brightman's perfect female voice also brought endless creative inspiration to Weber. So it can be said that Weber made the salad. Christine, the eternal singer on the stage of Brightman, and Phantom, who is the inspiration and leader of the "Music Angel", must also have Weber's own shadow. If Weber, who is immersed in love,’s real understanding of the happiness and pain that fills every corner of love is the original inspiration for his creation of this work, then in the process of creation, he must be led by God until the masterpiece of the world. Finally born. Therefore, great artists are created by God, just like ghosts... Hehe, this is my afterthought. The Phantom of the Opera is really the musical that I feel most deeply. It is not only natural music, but beautiful pictures. The effect is more emotional resonance, which brings me some perceptual and rational thinking. I watched it several times, and after each time I felt different feelings... It was really shocking.
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