love is colder than death

Kevon 2022-07-06 23:56:27

Five bored men got a gun and knocked out the groom who had mistakenly held a wedding in the church across from the balcony. The bride has been searching for the whereabouts of the five people for many years and embarked on a dark road of revenge.

The main line of the film is revenge. The bride kills the five men who killed the groom by mistake. The strong idea of ​​a single tendon is close to the popular "Kill Bill". The plot evolution of the two films is so similar that Quentin's talent is greatly reduced.

The killing proves how deep the bride's love for the groom is, with the shrill screams and dripping blood, how deep the love is, how cold it is. Instead of telling a story about deep love, Truffaut reminds those in deep love to pay attention to the paranoia that love alienates.

The love of childhood sweethearts is unforgettable enough, the destruction of accidental factors is enough to make people disheartened, and the intensity of revenge is enough to be frightening enough.

Fortunately, the suspense of the film was not successful, and the tribute to Hitchcock only showed a good attitude. The pseudo-suspense like a game level disguised the story as an iron chain, but it was loosely connected in the middle of the plot, enough to remove from the sidelines. Take it apart, so the focus of the film falls on the death method of the murdered person who appears next.

What the bride has lost is her love, her reason for guarding her life with her life, so although she is still loved, it is not her way out of the darkness. She has already used her stubbornness to die to give love a vicious oath. She has plundered five articles with her loyalty An innocent life.

innocent? Sin does not kill? Or retribution? In short, an accidental inevitability of demise, and the reason for this is that the bride's love is colder than death.

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The Bride Wore Black quotes

  • Fergus: I simply must tell you about my nightmare. Listen to this. It's morning, I'm in the street, I'm dressed, and there are only women. No, there are on women, only men. So I walk along - only men. Not a single woman. And then I wake up in a cold sweat. But everything's fine, because it's only a dream.

  • Fergus: I walk around the neighborhood in the evenings and look the girls over in the cafés, the way that some nuns do while collecting alms. "I've collected from that one. That one, not yet. I'll have to try her."