i gotta get you

Otis 2022-09-30 06:28:30

The film is not short, nearly two hours, with a lot of dialogue, but the look and feel is not lengthy.

The first time Dr.Farady came to Baixia Manor since he was a child, he was attracted by its splendor and beauty. When he was young, he was strictly controlled by his parents, and his family was barely able. By chance, he was able to enter the interior of the house to find out. For some reason, he took off a piece of jewelry. Either as a memorial or out of jealousy, Susan discovered this scene and complained to his mother. His mother slapped him hard and was ashamed of him.

Susan is dead.

The story of 1919 ends here.

The little boy back then became Dr.Farady. He became restrained, forbearance, and meticulous. The only thing that hasn't changed is his obsession with Baixia Manor. He creates false impressions (the lettering on the wall, the same writing on his desk when he was told of Caroline's death at the end.); he deceives people, keeps telling everyone that you are only blinded by your own subconscious, and successfully sends Rod into a mental hospital; he not only killed Susan himself, but also his wife. He was unscrupulous, but also had a hint of sympathy, caring for Caroline in every possible way, thoughtful, and even proposed a marriage contract. Caroline had already realized that if she wanted to escape, she could only rely on herself.

Once again, I missed my dream. It was the perfect world he dreamed of.

Caroline is dead.

"I must get you," said the little boy standing on the second floor.

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The Little Stranger quotes

  • Mrs. Ayres: This house works on people. Girls come here like specks of grit. Then years later, they leave as pearls.

  • Faraday: [Voice over] The first time I saw Hundreds Hall was July 1919. An Empire Day fete, the summer after the Great War. I'd passed by its gates often enough, never imagining they would open to me, a common village boy. There was bunting and cakes and all manner of games. And, at the heart of it, the Ayres family. So happy and handsome back then. But it was the house itself, still in its glory, which somehow impressed me terribly. My mother had described the place often. But seeing it myself for the first time, nothing could have prepared me for the spell it cast that day.