Chapter 93: If I were a weak woman
Chapter 93: If I were a weak woman
Farewell My Concubine depicts the story of that era.
Even though it's so distant from now, the customs and the sense of change in the times carry an indescribable feeling.
Xu Qing slurped his congee, occasionally picking at some pickles, watching alongside Jiang He until the end, where Cheng Dieyi drew his sword and ended his life.
An era, a story.
"The performances in these kinds of plays are outdated, just like kung fu. Hardly anyone dedicates themselves to it anymore, and even if they do, there’s no real future in it. It just becomes a niche art form, a piece of cultural heritage. To put it simply, times have changed."
He let out a sigh, not even sure why he did. Watching movies like this always touched something deep inside him. That’s why he loved watching films, and why he loved being an up (content creator).
A good movie can stay with you for years, even a decade, making you want to watch it again.
Jiang He watched the credits thoughtfully. She didn't understand it as clearly as Xu Qing, but the clash between eras conveyed itself through the screen. Understanding the plot didn’t matter.