Recently I watched two movies adapted from the novels of American 19th-century writer Henry James: "The Portait of a Lady" and "The Wings of the Dove". Both films are based on the depiction of the fate of a woman in love. The final ending is emotional and contemplative.
The pictures drawn from the European background are very beautiful. Whether it is natural scenery or church buildings, the photographer uses his precise perspective to express the ancient and heavy historical and cultural atmosphere vividly, with power in calmness and complexity in simplicity. . In this time-honed environment, there will be a sense of humbleness unconsciously.
The beautiful background is important, but the surging ladies and gentleman-like figures are the most important. From a popular point of view, the heroine has paid the pain and price for love. Isabel in "Portrait of a Woman" is caught in a scam for the so-called freedom and does not look back, and ignores the man around him who loves him deeply; Kate in "The Wings of the Pigeon" sets up a deceit to deceive the kind rich girl in order to combine with his beloved . They got it and lost it. What has been gained, what has been lost, how to measure between gain and loss, each audience has their own answers, and they are different.
We are all good at criticizing others and pointing fingers at others. Even the original author, including the original author, used the heroine as a negative teaching material, but the hero's mood at the time was happiness or sadness. How could it be so easy to tell. Isabel did not follow the trend, metaphysically plunged into the so-called freedom that is incompatible with the secular reality, but eventually lost her freedom. Kate knows that love without material support can't be long-lasting, so she sets up a scheme to defraud her girlfriend of money, but eventually loses love. Losing freedom for freedom, losing love for love, fate is so paradoxical. At the end of the story, fate is kind to Isabel, and she wakes up. Fate was cruel to Kate again, and she lost her love.
More gains, less losses, less gains, more losses... The balance of life, in this way, records the ups and downs experienced by everyone. The only thing we can do is to let the past go, and grasp the present after learning from the pain, like a pigeon with wings, leap over the abyss and give life new vitality and meaning.
If I had wings like a dove, for then I would fly away and be at rest.
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