「雖然我們無法令那段草木燦爛、花朵生輝的時光倒流，但請不要怨悔，不如從過去的經歷中找出力量。」
In more ways than one, Splendor in the Grass is corn-fed melodrama from the old school, but it never ceases to be riveting. Not a single scene plays less than masterfully, and the narrative is so rich with recrimination, regret, and betrayal that we fall hopelessly in love with the whole tarnished mess. The acting shines with excess and pain, and even the supporting players offer crucial turns, whether by gesture or nod. There’s even an allusion to William Wordsworth, who provides the title of the film with this cut from “Ode on Intimations of Immortality”:
