The Privilege and Pain of the Outsider - A Bit of Feelings Are Not a Film Critic

Imogene 2022-07-08 17:32:44

I never write film reviews, I only talk about my feelings with my friends, thinking about the creator's method, and sharing it with my friends. However, asking me to use the rational tool of words to dissect those works makes me feel like dissecting a soul with a scalpel. And the writers who can make these films are indeed talented, much smarter than those of us who are outside the audience, so we can only appreciate them, not qualified to comment.
Ralph Fiennes, who plays Onegin, is as good as ever, and even Liv Tyler's performance is accurate. Takinia's inner show is expressed in great detail. In fact, Liv Tyler's appearance is far from the image of a Russian girl. Her appearance is delicate and has a modern sense of elf.
Onegin's pain was the pain of not knowing how to live, and he was extremely dissatisfied with the easy life he had and couldn't get rid of the life he was accustomed to. He does not participate in the high society's intoxication, and he cannot integrate into the tranquility of rural life. But it is this kind of outsider's identity that makes him have a special pride, contempt for everything, indifference to everything. As a bystander wandering outside the mainstream, he is extremely sober and very blind, soberly seeing the boredom and ridiculousness of life, and Que has never really understood himself.


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  • Evgeny Onegin: [writing to Tatyana] I can forsee the bitter scorn blazing at me from your proud eyes when you have read my secret sorrow. When we first met, through chance, I saw tenderness like a shooting star but did not dare to put my faith in it. Then Lensky fell, which parted us til further. Then I tore my heart away from everything I loved, rootless, estranged from all, I thought that liberty and peace would serve instead of happiness. My God, how wrong I was. How I have been punished. No, day by day to be with you, follow you everywhere, alive to every smile, each movement of your eyes, to dwell upon you soul's perfection, listen to your voice and grow faint with yearning. That is bliss and I'm cut off from it. My time is short, each day and hour is precious yet I just drag myself around in boredom. Everyday a desert unless when I wake up I know the day will bring a glimpse of you. If you but knew the flames that burn in me, which I attempt to beat down with my reason, but let it be. I cannot struggle against my feelings anymore, I am entirely in your will.

  • Evgeny Onegin: When will the devil take me?