“Margot?” someone said quietly. She was huddled in the corner with her face in her hands. She had missed it. The event that she had been waiting to happen for seven years was now over. No more would she get to see the sun, to feel its glow upon her. Tear faced and sorrow stricken, Margot slowly lifted her head to look at the kids that robbed her of the only joy she had left in her life. That was it. She could take no more of being treated inhumanly. For the first time, she detested these so called people as much as they hated her.
“How could you?” she screamed hysterically. “How could you take this away from me? It’s not fair! I didn’t do anything to you and yet still you all try to make my life miserable. What did I do to deserve to be treated like this?” They were all taken back. Never before had Margot stood up for herself. Never before had she said what she really felt. Never before had she raised her voice in any way. And now it was all happening right before their eyes.
This seemed to affect them in more ways then they could imagine. Normally, her pain was their delight, but not anymore. Now it was a vacuum, sweeping them of all the happiness and enchantment they felt of seeing the sun for the first time in 7 years. They all became little versions of Margot. Their confidence became insecurity. Their happiness became misery. Their normally full of words mouths became silent.
“S-s-s-orry Margot,” they murmured pathetically.
“Sorry? You aren’t sorry! All of you are just self centered coldhearted human beings who care about only themselves. Since the first day I arrived here you have despised me and never gave me the light of day. And was I ever mean to you, did I ever say one mean word to any of you? No! I tolerated you and still thought that deep inside you there was some good. But now I can see I was wrong.” As she said this, all of her insecurities, all of her sadness seemed to vanish and she was filled with anger, with rage.
The Term Paper on Film Analysis of “Ridicule” and “Queen Margot”
... Ridicule, taking place about two hundred years later than Queen Margot, shows 18th century French royalty and the lifestyle they live ... together. They're all people in the end, regardless of status.Queen Margot gets to these ideas through the background world, the structure ... incest, which is purely a physical act. The relationship between Margot and the stranger, la Mole, is love. Their story parallels ...
The children just looked at her, just stared like pathetic fools. They were immobile, unable to move or speak. Margot had a power over them, the power of guilt. All of their happiness was now gone. It was swept away by guilt. They were all confused. How could little Margot make them all feel so inferior, so less of a person? What did she do to make them feel miserable? These questions hovered over them like the storm cloud outside.
Margot looked around at the mob of lifeless faces surrounding her. They all looked exactly the same. Once again she stood alone, but this time something was with her. For once, she knew that she was a better person then them and she didn’t feel so alone anymore for she had never done anything wrong except exist. She was no longer the old photograph she once was, she was a masterpiece who was full of life. It didn’t seem to matter anymore that the sun ceased to be rekindled in her mind because she knew exactly who she was. She was Margot, and she was different, but that was a good thing. She didn’t follow in the footsteps of the children who criticized her every move. She had overcome her sense of insecurity and was now ready to face the world, to be bold.
“Have a nice life,” she said to them. And with that, she stood up, wiped off her skirt, and calmly started off into the storm.
