It is not easy for the film to reach the height of the original and Hitchcock edition in 1938, but it cannot be used to justify its failure. The look and feel of the whole movie is close to a collection of ins beautiful pictures. The Gothic Mandley, which can also be regarded as the incarnation of Rebecca, has become an idyllic and idyllic holiday villa. The bright and bright tones weaken the suspenseful color. For the plot and the discussion of emotion and gender behind the plot, the film seems to have no intention of delving into it. It is a pity that the new or more interpretations that the precipitation of time can bring to the classics did not happen in this "Rebecca" 80 years later, especially a female work with "ulterior motives" was put on again. The era of turbulent gender issues-just by relying on the end of the movie, the rewriting of Mrs. Danvers's love with Rebecca is far from enough
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Rebecca evaluation action
2022-01-11 08:01
Extended Reading
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Alford 2022-04-21 09:03:01
It's actually not ugly, and the photography is quite pleasing to the eye. But the point is, the story itself isn't brilliant, so Hitchcock's original is just that. Such an old wine in a new bottle is purely an expression of creative exhaustion, nothing else.
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Ernestina 2022-04-24 07:01:17
The film lacks the gloomy, depressing, weird, suspenseful vibe of the original (she's not anywhere, she's everywhere, she controls everything); the male lead actor is obviously a sunny and beautiful man, not suitable for the kind of person who feels like a The character of a bitter man with a story, and the temperament of the heroine does not match the style of the film. The new version of "Butterfly Dream" is more like the story of a domineering president who fell in love with my rich and powerful night banquet and a strong upper-level counterattack to save the husband.
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[first lines]
Mrs. de Winter: [narrating] Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. I dreamt that where our drive once lay, a dark and tortured jungle grew. Nature had come into her own and yet the house still stood. Manderley. Secretive and silent as it had always been. Risen from the dead. Like all dreamers, I was allowed to pass through my memory. Spanning the years like a bridge. Back to that summer in Monte Carlo when I knew nothing and had no prospects.
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Mrs. Danvers: Welcome to Manderley.