After watching this movie, I started to think about the title. Perhaps I saw a shadow of myself in Madame Bovary, who indulged in fantasies of love and bored with the boring life. I have spent the first half of my life still unable to understand what love is, and I still haven't gotten rid of my expectations for men and my thirst for love. Although, I have suffered a lot. Thankfully, I am not as vain as Madame Bovary, yearning for aristocratic life, nor as disloyal to relationships as she is.
However, seeing that innocent but stupid Madame Bovary, I still can't help but ask: what is love? What kind of feeling is true love? Whether it was Leo or the Marquis, the passion they showed at the beginning seemed to show that they had a certain feeling for Madame Bovary, but the Marquis's cruel abandonment, when he asked him to borrow money, he repeated indifferently, not only Bovary Madam, I also seem to be cold-hearted about feelings. Is the friendship between people so weak, and the passion brought about by sexual desire so deceptive? What is that feeling? Is it just a catalyst for a person's high libido?
Or maybe, love is just the effect of hormones for a few months, it has no meaning in itself, it is people who endow it with various meanings, and make a profound analysis of the joy produced by the hormones. The tedious and ordinary life of human beings has injected a dose of stimulant, a kind of fatal evidence for the blind date between people.
The above words are like my ignorant questions and incomprehensible complaints about love. Maybe both the novel and the movie are about what true love is. I just didn't experience true love, and in the frustration of a disappointing love fantasy, I took Madame Bovary's point of view. She is full of romantic imaginations about marriage and love, but the repeated life day after day and her husband who has no common topic disappointed her. She met a man who admired her and had a passion for her, which cheered her heart, she grabbed the two like a life-saving straw, she had never experienced true love, so she pinned all her imagination there on two men. Maybe she also realized that it didn't seem like the love she imagined, but she had no choice. Because she experienced passion and joy, which was much better than her dull married life.
I think many women have imagined love and a good marriage at the beginning of their marriage. I also believe that many women shatter their teenage imaginations when they get married. Behind such an empty loss, it is fortunate that there are children who bring the mother's instinctive comfort and satisfaction, and gradually become strong and mature, hoping to become the child's support. Many women don't have so much free time to imagine, think, and feel after they get married. Because most women nowadays have to work in general, usually take care of children, they are too busy to stop, and they don't have much time to listen to the inner voice.
Why is there such a saying that "marriage is the grave of love"? I think it's not that marriage really buries love, it's that marriage makes people see the truth of love's fragility. Life is dull, love is strong and full of fantasy, the two are destined to be difficult to merge, either you die or I die. Those who cannot recognize the truth are destined to lose themselves in the search again and again.
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