But today I decided and did not regret it. Smart, subtle movies. A stunning immersion in the atmosphere, which immediately catches your eye: outwardly - dancing, music of the fifties, girls in bright flying dresses, inside - strict morals, mandatory limits of decency, unyielding, such an eternal desire for the American dream - home, strong family, prosperity. It's such a perfect picture. Except for their own interests, which often remain beyond the verge of full immersion in the care of family life. How can you get married while still in college, want to devote yourself to your family, not even think about yourself, about the university? But Catherine comes and something inside the girls moves. Starting with the almost innocent but still unusual judgment of the time, that the right to call a thing art can belong to everyone, that it does not have to be someone authoritative to automatically make what is said true. The right to a free voice is already a beginning, a good and stable one, you just need to understand it in yourself. But as Bill rightly pointed out, Katherine wants to make the girls go not her chosen path, but hers. Therefore, her beliefs affect students in different ways: for example, Joan realizes and tries to make Catherine understand that a happy life with her own family is what she needs, she does not want more for herself. And Betty, unhappy in marriage, with ruined dreams, who is painful to look at the happiness of her friends, has the strength and confidence to escape and become free, to go at least once in her life against her mother, who always took the upper hand.
A bit of a strange feeling after the movie — it seemed like there were problems, but somehow everything was quickly solved, because of which it did not get a full representation of reality. Almost perfect - and almost like in Pleasantville, but there it was brought to nausea. There is simply not enough sense of life. Almost the only line - Betty, my beloved Kirsten - is truly impressive - the power of feeling, drama, despair and freedom; despite the pain, a head held high is the life you believe in.
9 out of 10
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