Every piece of clothing she wore was a painting that was pleasing to the eye when she walked through the Versailles models. Every lens is full of brilliance and color, and even the people who describe this movie are all talking about it.
Queen Mary, a famous beauty who died on the guillotine in history. From the moment she was on the stage, she was wearing a blue princess dress holding a cheerful dog and walking through the hall, her pink cheeks were filled with dreams and love. I knew that this female director loved her.
Because of love, it is so lightly laid out and can't bear the thick ink.
When he married from Austria to France at the age of 14, and set foot on French territory, he was asked to abandon all the things in his home country, and put on French silk and French pet dogs naked. She smiled like a flower, and from that moment she knew what Yin Ren was.
Dunst is not beautiful enough, not expensive enough, not gorgeous enough, or even full-bodied, but it is rare for her to interpret the sadness of Queen Mary so calmly.
The distant country, the unfamiliar customs, the isolated palace, the princess of the cardamom age, received a letter from the mother, and every word is ardent hope for her offspring, only hoping that she will gain power in France to bless her hometown with the help of her pillow wind. But her husband only knows that she rides horses and hunts every day, respects each other as guests, and is as polite as ever in bed. She gently shook her hand and went to sleep, regardless of the expectations and hopes of France and Austria for her. Not to mention the warm tents during the Spring Festival. And she could only shout tearfully to the envoy of her hometown: Am I the queen of France or the princess of Austria?
This marriage was unremarkable and stagnant. In addition to the cold waiter, the cold palace, and all the whispers, the rumors are right and wrong, and there is no warmth. In it, Coppola abandons all the historical background, leaving only the whispers on the table to express desire, jealousy, exclusion, and swordsmanship, which is stingy. What Coppola wanted to photograph was just the life of a woman, risking forgetting history, some were not fulfilling their duties, but this was also her right. In Coppola's eyes, in the eyes of Queen Mary, she saw only these, not history or era. The Bastille or the rioting refugees have never been far away from her world.
From the princess to the princess, she felt that all she could do was to go to Paris to watch an opera, to break the custom of the nobles not applauding when watching an opera, stand up, wave her arms vigorously, and yell great. She feels proud and rebellious is nothing more than facing the emperor's beloved mistress, holding her head high and passing by dismissively. All that is left is to meet a group of friends who can make her happy, spend extravagantly with them, gamble every night, anyway, he doesn't need her. Her life logic is so simple, it can only be so simple.
Flashy flowers, quiet palace, she sits in the morning sun, holding a wine glass, beside her are friends with wine and meat, she provides them with joy, and they provide her with a smile. And he, his husband, the only love word he said to her is: My dear, don't lose all our possessions, I'm going to sleep. He has no interest in watching the sunrise with her.
What should I say. Blame fate, or blood. No one told her there were other ways to live in the world. In the end, she finally gave birth to a daughter. She hugged her and said, because you are a girl, you can be completely me. This little princess, the only life she thought belonged to her completely, was taken away by the nanny abruptly. She fled to the farm outside the palace. There is her paradise. Grow flowers, grow vegetables, feed the sheep, milk the cows, napping in the grass with her angelic little daughter. Then, as with all clichéd palace stories, she met handsome officers who couldn't extricate herself, cheat every night, and indulge in bed.
By the time the gates of history were about to be overturned, she was already tired of luxury. Someone told her that the subjects were hungry. She looked at her little daughter and said innocently, we don’t need diamonds, do we? Craftsmen no longer send diamonds to the palace, and she no longer needs silver candles and jewellery. However, her subjects only saw her towering cloud hair standing on the distant palace wall.
This couple, who were born without suffering, faced the panicked minister when they knew of the riot, holding hands and holding on to the palace. I don't know whether it is happiness or sorrow.
You will never know what a life that does not belong to you is like. You should never use your own logic to speculate about their love and hatred, frivolity and frivolity. Because what the eyes see is always so different. And although they did not do well enough, they really didn't have any malice. Just like the flowers and diamonds, they are not stained with dust and blood. And to impose the wheel of history and the subversion of the dynasty on a woman in a deep palace is something only the eyes of a coward would recognize.
In the end, she left Versailles in the clouds in a carriage. Coppola still couldn't bear to push her to the guillotine. Maruko said regretfully, I just want to see the guillotine section. This child still doesn't understand suffering, so he is not afraid of being pierced into true sadness by the sadness in the story.
In one scene, he went hunting and she sent him away. That day, her light blue dress was like a clear sky. He bent over and kissed the back of her hand. At that moment, I almost regarded them as the most loving ordinary couple in the world. Unfortunately, they are not...
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