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Kenyon 2022-01-12 08:01:29
Innocent man notes
"Screws are tightening" is famous for the structure of stacked bed frames. It is difficult to shoot like this when adapted into a movie (the Grand Budapest Hotel did it). At the beginning of the film, the female teacher's monologue also created truth and falsehood in a concise way. Difficult...
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Merritt 2022-01-12 08:01:29
Gloomy
The most frightening thing is not the skeleton that jumps out suddenly, but the gloom of the heart; it is not what you see, but imagination. Even if the sun is shining, it can make the cold climb up the spine.
The Innocents is a classic in horror movies. It is gentle and elegant without skeletons,...
Eric Woodburn
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Laury 2022-04-19 09:02:37
I don't really understand this movie. I always thought it was a conspiracy theory story, but it doesn't seem to be. But the psychological shadow inside, who is affecting who?
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Destini 2022-04-20 09:02:11
The psychological and atmosphere descriptions are first-class, but it is difficult for the audience to have a good impression. The anxiety and discomfort are far greater than the sense of terror. Whether there are ghosts or not, there is a big problem with the heroine's behavior
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Miss Giddens: We must try to learn what it is these horrors want. Think, Mrs. Grose. The answer must lie in the past. Were Quint and Miss Jessel in love? They were in love, weren't they?
Mrs. Grose: Love? Oh, I suppose that's what she called it. But it was more like a sickness. A fever that leaves the body burned out and dry. There was no cruelty she wouldn't suffer. If he struck her - oh, yes, and I've seen him knock her to the floor - she'd look at him as though she wanted the weight of his hand. No pride, no shame. Crawl to him on her hands and knees, she would. And him laughing at her. Such a savage laugh he had. Oh, it hurts me to remember. Bad she was, but no woman could have suffered more.
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Mrs. Grose: [referring to Peter Quint and Miss Jessel's abusive relationship] A person ought to keep quiet about it.
Miss Giddens: You must tell me.
Mrs. Grose: Oh, miss, there's things I've seen I... I'm ashamed to say.
Miss Giddens: Go on.
Mrs. Grose: Rooms... used by daylight... as though they were dark woods.
Miss Giddens: They didn't care that you saw them? And the children?
Mrs. Grose: I can't say, miss. I... I don't know what the children saw. But they used to follow Quint and Miss Jessel, trailing along behind, hand in hand, whispering. There was too much whispering in this house, miss.
Miss Giddens: Oh, yes, I can imagine. Yes, I can imagine what sort of things they whispered about. Quint, Miles. I can hear them together.
Mrs. Grose: But there was nothing wrong in Master Miles wanting to be with Quint. Quint taught him to ride and took him walking. The poor lad needed someone to...
Miss Giddens: To corrupt him?
Mrs. Grose: But Master Miles is a good boy, miss. There's nothing wicked in him.
Miss Giddens: Unless he's deceiving us. Unless they're both deceiving us. The innocents.
Mrs. Grose: Innocents they are, miss. It's not fair. You have no right to accuse them of...
Miss Giddens: Oh, forgive me, Mrs. Grose. I'm not accusing. I'm just trying to put it together, to understand. Tell me, were the children happy?
Mrs. Grose: Oh, they seemed to be. The same as now. But sometimes I used to wonder if they really cared for them, those two... or if they weren't just using them.
Miss Giddens: Using them?
Mrs. Grose: Yes, of course they were... and still are.
