Mary Shelley : The movie

This movie had an impact on me..... Im not sure whether it is the tone, the score or simply the grim style of telling a very short span of Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin's life when she took the decision to elope with the poet shelley till she wrote the iconic "Frankenstein"..... Also the wonderful poetry in this movie usually described during a montage was able to bring the mood of the poet on the screen,



You can't sleep?
Do you miss her?
She was so full of passion.
So full of defiance.
As if she were at war constantly
with everyone and everything.
And enjoying every moment
of the battle.
Warriors like your mother are
never long for this world.



I looked upon
the rotting sea And drew my eyes away I looked upon the rotting deck
And there the dead men lay I looked to Heaven
and tried to pray But before a prayer had gushed
A wicked whisper came...



When silvery clouds float
through the wildered brain
When every sight of lovely,
wild and grand
Astonishes
Enraptures
Elevates
So bright...
...so fair, so wild a shape Hath ever yet beheld As that which reined
the coursers of the air And poured the magic
of her gaze
Upon the maiden's sleep



As I was saying, both your parents are a great source of inspiration to me.
My mother died when I was ten days old.
I'm sorry, I had no idea.
Don't be sorry.
I love to talk about her.
Even if I never truly knew her.
All of the contradictions she embodied.
All anyone ever talks about...
...now is how she wanted to go off
and live with a married man and his wife...
...in a mnage trois.
And what do you think about... ...all that?
I have no problem with it. People should live and love as they wish.
But one thing I've never understood is...
...why did two radicals such as your parents
succumb to marriage?
To legitimize me.
Meet me...
...tomorrow.



A sweet scented courtier did
give me a kiss And promised me rightly that I would be his
But I'll not believe him for it is too true
Courtiers promise much more than they do
My thing is my own
That I'll keep it so still
Other young lassies can do what they will



Oh, Mary, I miss her too. Oh,
I wish I could have saved her. I'm not asking you to let go of her, Mary.
I'm just asking you to raise above your grief. To raise her spirit to the great heights she deserves.


It was a dreary night of November and...
It was a dreary night of November
that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils.

Remember that
I am thy creature.
I ought to be thy Adam but I
am rather the fallen angel
whom thou drivest from joy
for no misdeed.
Everywhere I see bliss...
...from which...
...from which, from which I
alone am irrevocably excluded.
I was benevolent and good
Misery made me a fiend Make me happy.
And I shall again be virtuous.
"But soon", he cried "I shall die
and what I now feel be no longer felt.
Soon...
these burning miseries will be extinct.
I shall ascend my funeral pyre triumphantly
and exult in the agony of the torturing flames.
My spirit will sleep in peace or if it thinks
it will not surely
think thus.
Farewell."
The End.