"Darling" falls into the category of the short-lived and unsustainable British New Wave, late 1950's to early 60's. Why ephemeral? First, most BNW movies were shot in industrial north England, not the almighty London. Second, they are mostly about the true life of people who made a living with flesh and blood, sweat and toil. In that conservative 1960s, Brits were not really interested in the north, neither the cruelly true social problems nor the new film ideas. The idea was too new. They just couldn't stomach that, no matter how good the films are. Nevertheless, thank God, just across the British Channel, the frogs over there took hold of it well and developed it into a world famous French screen era: Nouvelle Vague Française. And so, we have François Truffaut, Jean-Luc Godard....
Has feminist movement achieved anything very significant in the past few decades? Wondering... Diana Scott, the Darling, is still on brisk cat-walk around the world cities. She is a common beautiful and sexy species that being reproduced every day in any nationality and in great mass. This species gains her success, fame, money and power by stepping on men one after one. Robert Gold, the poor soul has been so luckily and unluckily stepped on for multiple times. What a paradox that she is said to be a new liberated independent woman and at the same time a semi-detached parasite on men.
The time is 1960's but the story is never old, never out. At its first release, it was a daring movie with sexual connotation at the time. A wonderful analysis and narration of a material girl who ends up rubbing her tears with velvet handkerchief inside an Italian château chamber with an identity as a princess. The good weep still rings around our ears from many ladies. But, do you pity them? Suddenly I remember Diana Ross's voice, "Do you know where you're going to? Do you like the things that life..."
Has feminist movement achieved anything very significant in the past few decades? Wondering... Diana Scott, the Darling, is still on brisk cat-walk around the world cities. She is a common beautiful and sexy species that being reproduced every day in any nationality and in great mass. This species gains her success, fame, money and power by stepping on men one after one. Robert Gold, the poor soul has been so luckily and unluckily stepped on for multiple times. What a paradox that she is said to be a new liberated independent woman and at the same time a semi-detached parasite on men.
The time is 1960's but the story is never old, never out. At its first release, it was a daring movie with sexual connotation at the time. A wonderful analysis and narration of a material girl who ends up rubbing her tears with velvet handkerchief inside an Italian château chamber with an identity as a princess. The good weep still rings around our ears from many ladies. But, do you pity them? Suddenly I remember Diana Ross's voice, "Do you know where you're going to? Do you like the things that life..."
