old classic

Bryana 2022-04-21 09:01:44

A very classic old movie.

"Butterfly Dream" contains many elements, which have been repeatedly used by later generations. A poor girl married into a wealthy family and flew up the branches to become a phoenix. The stand-in stalk of Queen Chunyuan (specifically, the current wearing the clothes of her dead predecessor to attend a banquet touched her husband's heartbreak and was scolded by her husband). Wife murderer. East Palace Terrier (suicide makes her husband feel guilty, and she lives in the shadows in the second half. In fact, the hero and heroine turn around and live happily and forget Rebecca).

The female protagonist married the male protagonist, and after arriving at the villa, she was always in a panic, submissive and petty, and many barrages scolded her. Although I also hate her like this, but logically, there is nothing wrong with her behavior.

Today's children can surf the Internet and watch dramas, with a wide range of information, plus God's perspective, they know what it is like to marry into a wealthy family. The hostess is a young and poor girl from the bottom. She has no Internet access, limited information, and has never lived in a wealthy family. She suddenly became the hostess in a mansion with dozens of servants. No one taught her how to do and what to do. Moody, she must be flustered and restless. Her personality is relatively soft, from the housekeeper to the servants, they are all thinking about how beautiful and excellent the ex-wife is. Her behavior was annoying, but normal.

On the contrary, a young poor girl entering a wealthy family is like returning home, knowing all the rules of the upper class, or using her own mud-legged survival skills to overthrow the survival rules of the entire upper class, opening a plug-in to engage in squatting. This kind of character looks cool, but it is obviously illogical and cannot stand scrutiny.

Going back to the plot, the long-term relationship, I think it is still not exciting enough, not fascinating enough, and the details cannot stand up to scrutiny. After the climax of the male protagonist confessing to killing his wife, he watched it boringly. Finally, the doctor came to the reversal of Rebecca's East Palace Terrier, and it lit up again.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the male protagonist is a person who is even more inferior than the female protagonist. Married to a socialite-like wife (Rebecca), he sulked when he couldn't hold back. The relationship between husband and wife broke down, and Rebecca lived an absurd and corrupt life as a noblewoman. If she didn't get a divorce, he still couldn't stand her, so he killed her. In the play, the male protagonist is washed very white, and even the murder process is vague, saying that he doesn't know and dare not explain clearly (the novel is a shooting), as if he is innocent, but in fact he is self-inflicted.

The housekeeper burned the house for Rebecca and died in the fire. It was really a lily love. (In the novel, the housekeeper burns the house and runs away)

Rebecca never appeared, but like a butterfly, she enveloped everyone in her butterfly dream.

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Extended Reading
  • Rebeka 2022-03-25 09:01:06

    what a bitch rebecca!!! The character played by joan fontaine did not have his own name from the beginning to the end, no father, no mother, no name, what a tragic life. . . joan fontaine who is trembling and smiling and has no confidence is perfect for this role

  • Maggie 2022-03-26 09:01:04

    You can't deny the classicness of the film just because it's too familiar and too fat to watch.

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?