"Butterfly Dream" is a special movie

Chadrick 2021-11-12 08:01:24

"Butterfly Dream" is a movie with a strong Gothic style and elegant classical flavor, and has achieved both commercial and artistic success. Although the film does not have the typical Hitchcock style, Hitchcock's superb director skills make the film have an aesthetic value that transcends time. In the film, Hitchcock creates mood and atmosphere through skillful film techniques, and each scene in the film is handled appropriately. The complicated and confusing emotional entanglement, the twists and turns and the strange and reasonable puzzle-solving process, and the heroine like the frightened deer all give the film a highly unified poignant and mysterious style.

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  • Sigmund 2022-03-26 09:01:04

    The classic villain in it made me grit my teeth. Joan Fontaine is indeed,,,,, so beautiful. After watching the opening paragraph, Monte Carlo suddenly wanted to take my mother there = =|||

  • Randy 2022-03-28 09:01:02

    [2] The atmosphere in the first half is quite good, and the plight of the heroine makes people curious. But the second half suddenly diverted attention, and the plot shifted to the cause of Rebecca's death, so the story was divided into two paragraphs, and the ending was hastily ended, laying the groundwork for the predicament of the first half.

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?