There is no extra soundtrack in the whole film, and sometimes it will simply make you think it is a silent film. Although it is colorful, it only leaves shallow breathing, rustling wind, and footsteps.
The tone of the whole film has a dim yellow feeling. It is the lighting and not the lighting. It is more likely to be the desolate and sad picture that the director wants to present to us. The colors tend to be simplistic, but they express the varied and strong feelings well. In the flames, in the weeds, there is a tribute to a certain emotion.
The view of the villa is a little less than I imagined. Maybe Cathy's last castle is the most beautiful villa, but her most beautiful memories are all left in that small cottage. The little house where she first met Heathcliff. His coming, his leaving. His return, her death. He kissed her cold corpse, he dug her grave, he rushed into the hut of his childhood, but there would be no more of her anywhere.
Even if I forget myself, I can't forget you. If you are in a peaceful heaven, I should be in a fiery hell.
I will never get this peace. Don't go, come back, don't get angry. Then they embraced, and she left peacefully. There is a feather in the book. Like when she was a child she taught him to learn bird English. Her hand slid down limply, clutching the curly hair on his head. It's all over.
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