The story of "La Traviata" is well known, but it seems that there is only a little more awareness now. I remembered that I had finished reading the original book like watching flowers at a glance. At that time, I can't say that I was not moved, but it was all a simple and thin understanding. I accidentally watched the 1936 version of "La Traviata" last night. Although the plot has changed a bit, Greta Garbo's perfect restoration and interpretation still makes us move this classic story again. The film seems to soften the role of Margaret's prostitute, and only a few lines of her previous life in the country are briefly introduced, directly introducing her first encounter with Yamon. Originally, he was going to see Earl of Warville, but he met Yamon by accident. Knowing that he had secretly cared about her many times but was afraid to meet her, that he kept his buttons, that he understood her daily life and habits, she was moved by the enthusiasm and authenticity of this young gentleman, but it was only for a moment impressed. A prostitute who has been in the social circle, a stunner who has long understood what love is, perhaps her love has already been sold with her body, she understands everything deeply, and she rejects him. But who knows the heart of a prostitute? All the men flocked to give her everything she wanted when she was shining, but how many cared when she was sick? How many people understood her helplessness and sadness when she was feasting and mingling in the upper class? When she exiled herself and her condition worsened, who would worry that her body would bring her comfort and care? She was used to seeing the hypocrisy of men, the emptiness behind the glitz of the upper class, and the ugliness and selfishness of human nature. She couldn't believe Amon's love, yet she longed for love so much. A love that is pure and without a trace of dust, a love that never cares about the world, a love that cares for each other and never separates. A heart riddled with holes longs for the sincere warm hope and love of another heart. In the end, she chose to give up everything for Yamon. In essence, she gave up everything for her love, gave up the life of a drunken fan, gave up the treatment of golden clothes and jade food, and gave up everything she had. Yamon invited her to go to the country with her, and she agreed. But she knew she had to settle her debts first. She shamelessly threw away her pride and asked the Baron Warville, forty thousand francs, to pay her debts. He gave her as he wished, and a slap at the same time. He slammed the door, as if the woman he once loved had become worthless, like garbage. She stood quietly in the room, her self-esteem damaged, but her heart was happy. In front of her pure love, there is no grievance or sadness that is unbearable. This may have been the happiest summer of her tragic life. For the first time she was free to throw everything away with a loved one Live in a free world. Although words like "This field belongs to Baron Warville" is still occasionally heard in the beautiful countryside, Amon's jealousy and displeasure have also created small unhappiness between them, but the two In the end, only sweet moments are left between those who are deeply in love. They strolled, walked, and she arranged weddings for others, and did all she wanted. Looking at another couple's sweet vows, he said to her: Will you marry me? Shocked by his question, she begins to weave dreams of white weddings and the good life. She understood what love was, and her frozen heart began to stretch out soft tentacles. Good is always fleeting, and at Yamon's father's plea, she is determined to part with him so that he can pursue his future and his future. He was amazed at her fickleness, sullen at her money worship, but still moved by her beauty, intoxicated by her grace, intertwined with love and hatred, and was speechless for a moment. He shrunk in a corner of the room, depressed and sad, but suddenly got up and pushed out the window to look at her, at her retreating back, at her determination not to look back, and whispered softly: Margaret. She chose to go back to Warville again, and that night she met Yamon again. When the former lovers met again, at that moment, the fan in her hand fell. At the same time, there was a helpless broken heart. With an inexorable love, a hatred as deep as love, he left. After he left, she became more and more ill, the men stayed away from her, her so-called "friends" bought her jewelry at low prices, and the judges who handled the property even played cards in her room. Except for Nani, the maid who has been with him for many years, and a friend, no one cares about her. She lay on the hospital bed, pale and weak, and she waited for the man to return. Relying on her persistence in love and her longing for her lover, she took her last breath. Finally, Yamon, who had been back to Paris for a week, figured out the torture of longing, self-esteem and love, misunderstanding and understanding, jealousy and contradictions, and brought Camellia to see her. They finally eliminated all misunderstandings and troubles. hug tightly. She supported her weak body and closed her eyes tightly after seeing the person she loved. If it wasn't in that era, if Amon wasn't so jealous and stubborn, and knew how to tolerate and understand, if the people around her could give her more love and warmth... Always, no matter what, this tragedy could not be changed. The ending of the movie is relatively soft, because Margaret died in Amon's arms, she was content and happy, because before she took her last breath, she was still dreaming beautifully, and they went to the country together, like It was the same summer, but she couldn't wait. In the original book, she died alone. maybe in In that hypocritical era, in the selfish crowd, the tragedy of La Traviata was doomed. Maybe her body is dirty, but her soul is noble, and her love is even more selfless and pure. The pale camellia is still pure white and still fragrant, just like her pure love and soul, as beautiful as ever.
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