My opinion on the film

Kameron 2022-04-19 09:01:41

Maybe it's because I haven't read the book yet, but I think the plot is quite fascinating.
Let's talk about the hidden protagonist Rebecca, what kind of woman is she? To outsiders, she has three fascinating things: upbringing, beauty, and wisdom. But in fact it is not the case, she is a slutty woman. But, she is not so simple, her life is a mystery! In my eyes, her choice is because of life. Like everyone else, she expects love, but it is very likely that Marcos just admires her beauty. The more precious gifts he gives her, the more she hates him. Like many nobles, he is in her eyes. Li is just a representative of hypocrisy, what she needs is a soul partner, what an independent woman she is, she fights against reality to the end, although the method chosen may be wrong.
We shouldn't simply label her as "Pan Jinlian", because in many subtleties of the film, we know that everyone likes her, you can say that she hides well, but I believe that she is An attractive woman makes everyone want to get close.
I was even more shocked by her verdict on her own life that she was able to laugh and laugh at the news of her cancer.
The housekeeper defends her so much, because of her sincerity, which is different from the heroine's innocence, but the foolish persistence of her unremitting pursuit of her ideal after seeing the reality clearly. The housekeeper must have discovered the truth in her heart. with love.

Love too, joan fontaine, because she insists on love! She worked hard to be Mrs Winter!

It made me believe in his love that he said sorry: because of his selfishness, the innocent little girl was gone. He regretted, regretted her old age. . .

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Rebecca quotes

  • Mrs. de Winter: [opening voice-over] Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done. But as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon it. Nature had come into her own again, and little by little had encroached upon the drive with long, tenacious fingers. On and on wound the poor thread that had once been our drive, and finally there was Manderley. Manderley - secretive and silent. Time could not mar the perfect symmetry of those walls. Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, and suddenly it seemed to me that light came from the windows. And then a cloud came upon the moon and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. We can never go back to Manderley again. That much is certain. But sometimes, in my dreams I do go back to the strange days of my life, which began for me in the South of France.

  • Maxim de Winter: You despise me, don't you?