Let us uncover the truth, nobility is not "the epitaph of the noble", but the top "lasso".
Usually aristocratic couples are at best playing their own way and tacitly understanding. Sylvia can do things that are shocking and crying, openly cuckolding her husband, letting her husband raise other people's children, and openly eloping with others in marriage. Chris is right. Her reaction was not just the Holy Father, who could literally take the thorns and head straight for Jerusalem.
Let's not rush to call Sylvia self-inflicted, and fight for the useless Chris. People all over the world are dying for money, power, cars and houses. The children of old-fashioned aristocrats like Chris have never played a game with ordinary people. Control isn't just a game well-played by the British aristocracy. Sebastian's mother is the most arrogant in "After the Wind and Rain". No matter how much her husband, son and daughter, including her son's boyfriend struggle, and how far they run, she will eventually fall down and cry bitterly under her logic; I wonder how much Charles and Camilla would like to drill in their crotch after they are officially married. It's a bit like Woody Allen's Barcelona. There must be a third person in the relationship between the two to prove their superiority of intelligence or charm. So, Chris is the Gone Girl of the upper class society in the 1930s. It's just that he is naturally a high-ranking chess player. He doesn't need to kill people, and he doesn't need to go to the south to be abused by garbage people. He is a perfect person, blood, family, people In all aspects from physiology to divinity, they are responsible for providing answers, and it is others who cause problems.
How many people under the screen are wronged and angry for him, and how many people he has trapped. Not to mention the relatives, friends, and wives. I believe no one in the audience thinks it is necessary for him to marry Sylvia, and at the same time remain noble while she is always flirtatious. There are so many ways of self-defense, selfishness, or self-preservation. So, the father and the slut are actually a wonderful combination. Therefore, we watched the invincible Sylvia, like a fish in dry land, tossing desperately, and with extremely strong vitality, tossing for a lifetime, tossing tricks no one can match, but, in the end, this colorful mermaid, or In the hands of chris, the horse trainer and hunter, he was heartbroken and painful.
Miss Valentine and Sylvia are essentially the same person. The first time Chris saw her, she ran and shouted like a savage, blatantly breaking the rights of the men and nobles they took for granted to rule the world. What he loves is actually Sylvia, how tolerant and noble he once behaved, how much he loves Sylvia, how sleepless and heartbroken he is.
Fortunately, Parade's end has the restraint and subtlety of aristocratic dramas, otherwise chris and Sylvia will be like gone girls and torture each other to death. As much as Sylvia was in pain, Chris was so confused. The unfortunate thing about Sylvia is that her fussing is for no reason, and her answer will eventually come back to chris. The problem is, chris doesn't have the answer himself.
Miss Valentine is far, far less charismatic than Rebecca Hall, both on and off screen, but she happens to be Chris's answer. The love in the world is like this. ps The translation of "End of Queue" is so outrageous, I thought it was Cumberbatch who played a boring WWII soldier and almost missed a good drama.
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