There is nothing remarkable about this movie except the soundtrack, only Sophie Marceau's Princess of Wales surprised me when it appeared. I always have no resistance to beauty, not to mention the peerless beauty + medieval legend, the most important thing is that it is not a vase, she is naive while femme fatale, aside from William Wallace, she is a legend herself.
It is not difficult to guess the routine of an American movie. From the scene where Isabella appeared, I knew that she would definitely have an affair with the male protagonist-such a beautiful woman, she couldn't justify it without a show. Those brown eyes are as clear as glass, and the outline drawn by the white veil is breathtaking. In this film, Sophie Marceau's makeup and storyline are very similar to those in medieval European ballads. Beauty herself. In a word, she satisfies all my imagination of knights and ladies - and she is the brave one, and William Wallace is only a supporting role.
When she first saw him in the tent wearing the family crest of England, William must have seen through the innocence in her eyes under the crown and the heavy make-up, and then temporarily forgot the hostile position she represented and told her his private affairs. , and said "I don't know why I told you". He showed off in front of her that he knew Latin and French, and it was hard to say whether it was intentional or unintentional—perhaps it became intentional and unintentional when he met a beautiful woman like Isabella.
Isabella is not innocent. For a woman in love, innocence is the norm, and for an aristocratic woman, innocence is a switchable state. Isabella is both. So she dared to love him, dared to have an affair with him, dared to take risks several times to remind him that she did her best to answer the temptation of the suspicious old king. But once she knew she couldn't save him, she just begged him to take her medicine to ease his pain when he left. Winning the king or defeating the bandit, that is the battlefield of men, William lost, he was determined to die, so she gave him a ride; if she went to the robbery field, begged the king, and behaved earth-shatteringly, then she was not well versed in court battles French princess. It is a woman's way, her way, to give birth to a prince by secretly conceiving with an enemy, and to complete complete revenge in silence.
The William Isabella adored and adored was the one who refused to even take the pain-relieving poison. However, they are destined to be different. What he represents is the pure and bright faith that she secretly yearns for, but can never truly possess, the fierceness of freedom or death. She was destined to use the deviousness she learned in the palace against those devious people. She knew it was the rules of the game, and she was inextricably drawn to another person, another possibility, and when William kissed her face in the humble hut, all the walls of identity and modesty collapsed. , she loves him! William said that living a life like cooking with fire and cooking oil is not a waste of life. For Isabella, she will have no regrets in her life after this night. From this perspective, they are the same kind of people, and it is no wonder that they are determined at a glance. Affection.
As smart as Isabella, she must have understood that in William's mind, she was no match for Scotland, for the inflated ambition of a man, or for his first love, Mellon, who had become part of his faith. He didn't refuse those clear eyes, nor did he refuse her soft waist under her pink velvet skirt, but—who would refuse?
That night was enough to be the bright moon outside the window of her long life in the palace walls, and for William, this might just be a dewy marriage she asked for. She doesn't know, she won't ask. Just like when she sent him on the horse, she would not be dragged and inseparable.
She is not his woman, she is the Princess of Wales, the Queen of England, the French princess who carries the game and compromise in the world of men.
She is doing well.
She got what she wanted.
Like William got what he wanted.
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Here we only talk about movies, not historical archetypes. I have read the story of the French she-wolf before, and I am more interested in her gay/sex/loving husband than her.
The reason why I don't talk about anything other than the princess is because I think this movie is too American and there is nothing to say.
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