Hate is blind, so is love

Ellen 2022-10-17 15:52:12

Wilde is an artist whom he has been acquainted with and loved deeply since recent years, for nothing but the elegance of his words and the kindness of his heart. As an artist, these two are invaluable. And this biographical film "Wilde" of the same name will show his two advantages without reservation.
"There are two kinds of tragedies in this world. One is not getting what you want, and the other is getting it." Wilde came to this conclusion after leaving Percy. Moral criticism, obliteration, and finally disappear in the heart ashes and despair and helplessness. If you hadn't read the original "Deep From the Heart", I believe it would be difficult to understand the bond between the two. This long letter written in prison is intertwined with love, hate, disappointment, and expectations... chaotic but yet Without losing direction, what is the direction? A gleam of hope amid despair. Can you say they don't love each other? Just love in their own way.
A person who writes fairy tales, creates plays, and loves poetry must be soft and extremely sensitive at heart. In life, he is full of witty words, gentle and elegant, which is also reflected in his writing. He is slender and elegant, and his brushwork is full of flowers. There is also no lack of disdain and irony for those who hate him. If he was born to this day, he would definitely be a top young woman harvesting Ji, of course, don't ignore his most important talent - the ability to speak love! It is not difficult to explain why women still travel thousands of miles to offer kisses in his cemetery.
In fact, the film is only about Wilde's most famous "scandal", and very little about his art work. As far as I am concerned, "The Nightingale and the Rose" has a poignant and moving look of realism, and presents the essence of love calmly; "The Picture of Dorian Gray" is a question of aestheticism, yearning for all beautiful things but must It is based on the purity of the heart; "From the Deep" at first glance is a question and accusation of a lover, but it is actually an analysis guide for the author to face up to himself and find his original intention. Fairy tales, novels, essays, three works, three genres, you can taste this man's artistic life from different angles, this is my recommendation. The abrupt end of Wilde's artistic career also made these works eternal, and the fairy tale of the fairy tale prince can only be continued in the imagination of future generations.

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Wilde quotes

  • Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas: [Oscar is ill in bed] You look such an idiot lying there. Revolting. Have you forgotten how to wash?

    Oscar Wilde: As a matter of fact, I'm dying for a glass of water.

    Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas: Well, help yourself. You know where the jug is.

    Oscar Wilde: Bosie, darling...

    Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas: It stinks in here. You'll be wanting me to empty your chamber pot next.

    Oscar Wilde: Well, I emptied your chamber pot... I looked after you...

    Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas: Well, I'm not looking after you. Not now. You don't interest me, not when you're ill. You're just a boring, middle-aged man with a blocked-up nose.

    Oscar Wilde: Bosie, dearest boy...

    Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas: SHUT UP! Dearest boy! Darling Bosie! It doesn't mean anything! You don't love me! The only person you've ever loved is yourself. You like me, you lust after me, you go about with me because I've got a title. That's all. You like to write about Dukes and Duchesses, but you know nothing about them. You're the biggest snob I've ever met, and you think you're so daring because you fuck the occasional boy.

    Oscar Wilde: Bosie, please... You're killing me...

    Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas: You just about do when you're at your best. You're amusing, very amusing, but when you're not at your best, you're no one!

    Oscar Wilde: All I asked for was a glass of water...

  • John Gray: I'm not good enough for him anymore. I'm just the son of a carpenter, while Bosie...

    Robbie Ross: Oscar's only ever been smitten before. He was smitten with me. He was smitten with you...

    John Gray: I wasn't smitten.

    [long pause]

    John Gray: I loved him.

    Robbie Ross: Well, now he's fallen in love.

    John Gray: I'm halfway to hellfire and I'm not joking.

    Robbie Ross: Someone else was a carpenter's son.

    [John looks at Robbie, confused]

    Robbie Ross: I've given in and become a Catholic. I find Confession wonderfully consoling.

    John Gray: I can't go to Confession when I want to kill Bosie... and myself...