Butterfly Dream

Sydney 2022-04-22 07:01:08

I feel that the effect is not as expected, and I plan to read novels again... It's like you know that the director can do everything, but you always feel that something is missing.

The prudent and cautious heroine, with her back slumped, is always afraid, but not afraid enough. She can tell that she is acting, panicking and overwhelmed; the female housekeeper in black is very good, and it blends with the atmosphere of a big house. Like a wisp of Rebecca's ghost. This kind of tall old building always reminds people of the howling wind, the echo of footsteps and voices is empty, as if someone is answering what you said, as if you are walking alone, someone is walking towards you.

My favorite part of the whole movie is when the heroine walks into the original hostess's room. The housekeeper's lines should be slower, the light is darker (even if the curtains are opened), and the silk gem ornaments in the room are used to create slight reflections, The heroine who turns around like someone is staring at a headless fly. The velvet curtains blew from the ceiling to the ground, like waterfalls of long black hair, like someone's skirt standing straight, as if approaching someone's cheek or pale calf.

Rebecca was shaped like a cuttlefish condensed to the extreme. When she was alive, she only poked out a little bit of poison. When she died, she suddenly turned into a huge shadow of black mist, covering the entire manor. Behind the black-clothed butler, she seemed to be able to see her standing in a cloak and long skirt. She was huge and her face was unclear, but she could tell that she was smiling, cold, cruel, and playful. Nothing she cares about, dignity, honor, love, it's all just toys and games, and in the end she has to mock death, and the fact is as she wishes, as the heroine said at the beginning, it becomes a lifelong life. nightmare.

A little less scary.

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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?