Who can introduce lolita to me in more detail?

If you want the movie "Lolita", which is also translated as "A Pear Blossom Pressing Begonias", please refer to the following:

"Lolita" The Fire of Desire and Life Light

If you admit that there is a secret in your heart, sealed in the corner, the darkness in the darkness, unknown. You hate it because it is so private that you cannot share it with the closest people around you, because you have tried so hard to get rid of it but failed; you hate it because only it can bring you a whirlpool-like indescribable feeling. The suppressed fascination, and this fascination brings you secret ecstasy and idle thoughts, so that you have to admit an almost sinful pleasure. If you have a secret like this, you'll love Lolita, the film adaptation of Nabokov's masterpiece. It tells about a sin, incest, which is despised in the world. While unscrupulously expressing fascination and intoxication, inextricability and self-destruction, it asks us all a question: Is there any inevitable connection between love and ethics, beauty and morality?

Jeremy Irons, British actor. Nobility is his front side, with an indifference and aloofness that would repel others thousands of miles away. He was slender and straight as a pine. But because it is slender, it also reveals a certain fragility and accompanying warmth. Contradiction is the characteristic of this actor, which combines reserve and enthusiasm, indifference and loneliness, nobility and romance, strength and weakness. If the story can put aside the frame of good guys and bad guys and go into the deep soul of the characters, then all actions will have a basis and explanation, and there will be reasons for understanding and tolerance. Jeremy Irons has a body and an air that gives a human narration to a dilemma with almost no acting. Because he comes sincerely, he has already received our advance forgiveness before doing anything. Only he could give this movie such a believable important premise: a middle-aged professor, passionately in love with his 14-year-old adopted daughter. Fall madly in love, that's the key.

Dominique Swain plays his adopted daughter. A famous scene: she is reading a book of Film Impurities on the grass. The grass is green, and the water-spraying faucet is spraying water, splashing wet her tightly wrapped thin skirt, moisturizing the curves of the girl's body, full of temptation; her feet are dangling in the air, and her crystal clear skin is stained with mud; she I saw him, stared at him for a moment, then smiled, revealing the braces to straighten my teeth, revealing innocence and innocence.

He said it was so beautiful, so beautiful. This is the tone of the movie: looking at this abnormal love from an aesthetic point of view.

His first love in his teenage years died of a sudden illness. This relationship became a fossil in his heart, smoothed by time and became his only mirror to reflect love in the adult world. His love was frozen in his boyhood, like a bouquet of poppies that bloomed in an adult's body, exuding an intoxicating fragrance, but it also wanted to poison him. He loved her, her fourteen-year-old body and the breath of youth that permeated it. He loves her, like a young man falling in love with a girl, uneasy and unable to extricate himself. But the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the loose skin, and even if he straightens his back, this kind of obsession is ugly in the eyes of outsiders. It goes against the very basis of human existence, which is our moral values. It tells us that it is ugly when a wrinkled mouth kisses another pair of fresh, red lips. A stepfather's affection for his stepdaughter can only stop at a certain limit, otherwise it is a sin. Our morality does not see the soul of a young man inhabiting a wrinkled body.

After indirectly murdering Lolita's mother, he takes her on a trip across America. If finances permit, I believe he hopes that this kind of solitude with her can last a lifetime. What he has to do is stay away from the world, people, and morality.

The story up to this point is beautiful, thanks to Jeremy’s wonderful performance: full of lustful infatuation but not limited to pornography, uncontrollable possessiveness but also a kind-hearted piety. He does not have the sophistication of an adult. On the contrary, he is passive, always carefully trying to figure out the heart of a fourteen-year-old girl. His passion was that of a boy, running high, but adult reason guarded it tightly, trying to strangle it again.

He stood there and looked at the distant village, where there were voices and the laughter of children. The film ends with this passage: However, they are too far away and it is impossible to tell what kind of game they are playing in the blurry streets. I stood on the top of this high slope, listening to the slight musical shock, listening to the gentle buzzing and occasional shouts of joy, and then I understood that things that hurt my heart and lungs and made me despair were not It's not that Lolita isn't with me, it's that her voice isn't in that harmony.

Does he want her by his side or does he want her to return to the harmony of children's laughter? Is love fulfillment or possession? Give up or get? I think both. That's why love is so fascinating, because it is two ends of a contradiction. Just pinching one end will hurt you, so you can only hold the middle unsteadily, struggling, trying to make a choice. Love is never the result of choice, but the struggle and process of choice.

What about the relationship between love and morality? Just like the relationship between morality and beauty. Beauty and love last forever, but morality is temporary. Every society and every historical period has different moral standards. People need its protection to maintain social order. But morality often comes back to hurt us, because the public order may not cater to the unique needs of our souls. Beauty tells us that it only comes from the sincere expression deep in the heart, so love is a kind of out-of-control and obsession, and hate is a child spoiled by love. They are both real and lovely, and they are all incarnations of beauty in different coats.

It’s just that they have nothing to do with morality.