Voice 1 (male "professional announcer" type): This neighborhood(1) was made for the wretched dignity of the petty bourgeoisie, for respectable occupations and intellectual tourism. The sedentary population of the upper floors was sheltered from the influences of the street. This neighborhood has remained the same. It was the strange setting of our story, where a systematic questioning of all the diversions and works of a society, a total critique of its idea of happiness, was expressed in acts.
These people also scorned "subjective profundity". They were interested in nothing but an adequate and concrete expression of themselves.
Voice 2 (Debord, monotone): Human beings are not fully conscious of their real life - usually groping in the dark; overwhelmed by the consequences of their acts; at every moment groups and individuals find themselves confronted with results they have not wished.
Voice 1: They said that oblivion was their ruling passion. They wanted to reinvent everything each day; to become the masters and possessors of their own lives.
Just as one does not judge a man according to the conception he has of himself, one cannot judge such periods of transition according to their own consciousness; on the contrary, one must explain the consciousness through the contradictions of material life, through the conflict between social conditions and the forces of social production.
The progress achieved in the domination of nature was not yet matched by a corresponding liberation of everyday life. Youth passed away among the various controls of resignation.
Our camera has captured for you a few aspects of a provisional microsociety.
The knowledge of empirical facts remains abstract and superficial as long as it is not concretized by its integration into the whole "” which alone permits the supersession of partial and abstract problems so as to arrive at their concrete essence, and implicitly at their meaning.
This group was on the margins of the economy. It tended toward a role of pure consumption, and first of all the free consumption of its time. It thus found itself directly engaged in qualitative variations of everyday life but deprived of any means to intervene in them.
The group ranged over a very small area. The same times brought them back to the same places. No one went to bed early. Discussion on the meaning of all this continued...
Voice 2: "Our life is a journey "” In the winter and the night. "” We seek our passage..."�
Voice 1: The abandoned literature nevertheless exerted a delaying action on new affective formulations.
Voice 2: There was the fatigue and the cold of the morning in this much-traversed labyrinth, like an enigma that we had to resolve. It was a looking-glass reality through which we had to discover the potential richness of reality.
On the bank of the river evening began once again; and caresses; and the importance of a world without importance. Just as the eyes have a blurred vision of many things and can see only one clearly, so the will can strive only incompletely toward diverse objects and can completely love only one at a time.
Voice 3 (young girl): No one counted on the future. It would never be possible to be together later, or anywhere else. There would never be a greater freedom.
Voice 1: The refusal of time and of growing old automatically limited encounters in this narrow, contingent zone, where what was lacking was felt as irreparable. The extreme precariousness of the means of getting by without working was at the root of this impatience which made excesses necessary and breaks definitive.
Voice 2: One never really contests an organization of existence without contesting all of that organization's forms of language.
Voice 1: When freedom is practiced in a closed circle, it fades into a dream, becomes a mere representation of itself. The ambiance of play is by nature unstable. At any moment "ordinary life"� can prevail once again. The geographical limitation of play is even more striking than its temporal limitation. Any game takes place within the contours of its spatial domain. Around the neighborhood, around its fleeting and threatened immobility, stretched a half-known city where people met only by chance, losing their way forever.
The girls who found their way there, because they were legally under the control of their families until the age of eighteen, were often recaptured by the defenders of that detestable institution. They were generally confined under the guard of those creatures who among all the bad products of a bad society are the most ugly and repugnant: nuns.
What usually makes documentaries so easy to understand is the arbitrary limitation of their subject matter. They describe the atomization of social functions and the isolation of their products. One can, in contrast, envisage the entire complexity of a moment which is not resolved into a work, a moment whose movement indissolubly contains facts and values and whose meaning does not yet appear. The subject matter of the documentary would then be this confused totality.
Voice 2: The era had arrived at a level of knowledge and technical means that made possible, and increasingly necessary, a direct construction of all aspects of a liberated affective and practical existence. The appearance of these superior means of action, still unused because of the delays in the project of liquidating the commodity economy, had already condemned aesthetic activity, whose ambitions and powers were both outdated. The decay of art and of all the values of former mores had formed our sociological background. The ruling class's monopoly over the instruments we needed to control in order to realize the collective art of our time had excluded us from a cultural production officially devoted to illustrating and repeating the past. An art film on this generation can only be a film on its absence of real creations.
Everyone unthinkingly followed the paths learned once and for all, to their work and their home, to their predictable future. For them duty had already become a habit, and habit a duty. They did not see the deficiency of their city. They thought the deficiency of their life was natural. We wanted to break out of this conditioning, in quest of another use of the urban landscape, in quest of new passions. The atmosphere of a few places gave us intimations of the future powers of an architecture it would be necessary to create to be the support and framework for less mediocre games. We could expect nothing of anything we had not ourselves altered. The urban environment proclaimed the orders and tastes of the ruling society just as violently as the newspapers. It is man who makes the unity of the world, but man has extended himself everywhere. People can see nothing around them that is not their own image; everything speaks to them of themselves. Their very landscape is alive. There were obstacles everywhere. There was a cohesion in the obstacles of all types. They maintained the coherent reign of poverty. Everything being connected, it was necessary to change everything by a unitary struggle, or nothing. It was necessary to link up with the masses, but we were surrounded by sleep.
Voice 3: The dictatorship of the proletariat is a desperate struggle, bloody and bloodless, violent and peaceful, military and economic, educational and administrative, against the forces and traditions of the old world.
Voice 1: In this country it is once again the men of order who have rebelled. They have reinforced their power. They have been able to aggravate the grotesqueness of the ruling conditions according to their will. They have embellished their system with the funereal ceremonies of the past.
Voice 2: Years, like a single instant prolonged to this point, come to an end.
Voice 1: What was directly lived reappears frozen in the distance, fit into the tastes and illusions of an era, carried away with it.
Voice 2: The appearance of events that we have not made, that others have made against us, now obliges us to be aware of the passage of time, its results, the transformation of our own desires into events. What differentiates the past from the present is precisely its out-of-reach objectivity; there is no more should-be; being is so consumed that it has ceased to exist. The details are already lost in the dust of time. Who was afraid of life, afraid of the night, afraid of being taken, afraid of being kept?
Voice 3: What should be abolished continues, and we continue to wear away with it. We are engulfed. We are separated. The years pass and we haven't changed anything.
Voice 2: Once again morning in the same streets. Once again the fatigue of so many similarly passed nights. It is a walk that has lasted a long time.
Voice 1: Really hard to drink more.
Voice 2: Of course one might make a film of it. But even if such a film succeeds in being as fundamentally disconnected and unsatisfying as the reality it deals with, it will never be more than a re-creation "” poor and false like this botched traveling shot.
Voice 3: There are now people who pride themselves on being authors of films, as others were authors of novels. They are even more backward than the novelists because they are unaware of the decomposition and exhaustion of individual expression in our time, ignorant of the end of the arts of passivity. They are praised for their sincerity since they dramatize, with more personal depth, the conventions of which their life consists. There is talk of the liberation of the cinema. But what does it matter to us if one more art is liberated through which Tom, Dick or Harry can joyously express their slavish sentiments? The only interesting venture is the liberation of everyday life, not only in the perspectives of history but for us and right away. This entails the withering away of alienated forms of communication. The cinema, too, has to be destroyed.
Voice 2: In the final analysis, stars are created by the need we have for them, and not by their talent or lack of talent or even by the film industry or advertising. Miserable need, dismal, anonymous life that would like to expand itself to the dimensions of cinema life. The imaginary life on the screen is the product of this real need. The star is the projection of this need.
The images of the advertisements during the intermissions are more suited than any others for evoking an intermission of life.
To really describe this era it would no doubt be necessary to show many other things. But what would be the point?
Better to grasp the totality of what has been done and what remains to be done than to add more ruins to the old world of the spectacle and of memories.
1. This film, which evokes the lettrist experiences at the origin of the situationist movement, opens with shots of the Paris district frequented by the lettrists in the early 1950s.
▫️竟然有很多人觉得这部电影“讽刺”的不够高级，What？！我觉得这已经不叫讽刺了，这根本就是毫不掩饰的现实世界！！每天的阴间新闻难道不比拍出来的要更傻逼更让人震惊100倍吗！！不是电影不高级，是这个FuckingWorld本来就低级！！把“彗星撞地球”换做任何一个全球事件，简直就可以当作是记录片看，世界，妙不可言。
个人偏见不喜欢这种背光摄影 本来细节就够难连接的了…
片子挺压抑的，略感沉闷，看到结尾才发现竟然还不错。
卷福冲奥
文本层次厚重至极 镜头语言节奏如谜 却醇涩辣口 真让人沉溺
对人类绝望的电影：大众是缺少信息分辨与应对能力的民粹，精英也是只能看到政治、资本、或其他理解范围内的东西的民粹。
鹊巢鸠占，杀人无形，真的是让人不寒而栗。菲尔出场惹人厌，中场令人敬，结局让人悲。彼得看似柔弱，实则暗藏杀机。电影告诉我们一定要戴手套。
断断续续几次看完了。整体感觉，意义大于可看性。我不是很喜欢前半段的镜头语言，感觉太刻意了，那种在冷静叙事和人物大特写之间的来回切换。后半段的可看性稍微了好了一丢丢。内容当然是扎实的，虽然是胡诌片，但是也下了功夫。片子讽刺美国的整套政治游戏和政客的虚伪，但说真的，某国人民还没跟着一起讽刺美国、然后觉得自己优越性的资格。如果说有什么整体讽刺、不分国籍国家的，大概就是，讽刺每个人都觉得自己很聪明、而别人是蠢货，每个人都是这样。唉。
和预想不太一样的西部片，选角持保留态度，想看原著。。
8.0 反西部同志片，女性叙事下的男性形象。工整细腻，文化碰撞。厚重的文学气质，镜头平庸。绳子意向极妙。宗教指向。
玛德被预告简介和什么营销的叔侄恋噱头给骗了，根本不是那么回事，正反派都搞错啦，但实际上，这片开头的话外音就已经剧透了全部，很深沉，很悬疑，心疼卷福，妈的，果然是咬人的狗不叫，
上海需要一部 - Don't Go Out
多疼痛啊 不希望所有人做哑巴 但我自己永远不勇敢
电影一开始 还以为打开的是黄石
完全不是我预想的基片样子啊！😂 观影心情有些矛盾，一方面觉得节奏确实过慢了，一方面又真心喜欢过慢的节奏所赋予的特殊质感。导演剧本和主演应该在颁奖季都能有所收获。（本尼牛仔造型看上去也太像法鲨了吧！
零食是免费的，但是你吃就得花钱，因为你无从得知零食免费。消息是可靠的，但是你信就得怀疑，因为你无法辨别消息可靠。先知把预言坦然相告，蠢货对真相漠不关心，数据让生死置之度外，疯子对科技深信不疑。彗星来的那一夜，往日的傲慢一去不返，仅存的虔诚若隐若现，若真有万劫不复，谁能保留最后的体面。年度十佳。亚当麦凯真会玩，用夸张的群像描摹精准打击后疫情时代的种种症结，眼睁睁看着生死存亡的严肃议题是如何消解在粉丝经济和新媒体之中，科技赞助权力，权力操纵媒体，媒体生产标题，标题指向绯闻，绯闻碾压一切。不要抬头这个名字起的太好，光顾着玩手机，哪有时间抬头。一键三连的废料早已经把生活砸了个千疮百孔，都不用彗星来，刷两下就emo了。这是灾难片与喜剧片的超验融合，用喜剧刺痛喜剧，用批判来反对批判，我们需要这种笑容的急刹
在充满雄性荷尔蒙的设定下讲了个特别现代的家庭故事。我首先会把这部片子看成是一部婆媳关系片，Phil就是那个婆婆。家里来了个门不当户不对的女人，因为嫉妒与厌恶，Phil从而明里暗里地跟媳妇Rose较劲。再加上Rose的儿子Peter也看似被这个恶毒的婆婆Phil所虏获，两方面的压力导致了Rose后来因为孤独和无助逐渐走向极端。而Peter为了自己的母亲Rose的幸福，便使用计谋杀死了婆婆。作为一部同性片，Peter利用了Phil对自己的爱，展现了之前所刻画的作为医学生的冷酷一面，杀死Phil的同时也是新的文明在杀死旧的文明，始终与新时代格格不入的Phil也终将被文明所淘汰。
奇异博士，自以为能看出山之犬形就能看穿一切，却没看到自己在这条时间线上，被放暑假回来的Nightcrawler偷心又反杀的结局。虽然奇异博士疯狂霸凌玛丽珍，但被这么搞死又让人心生怜悯。漂白的Nightcrawler没有心。
气氛佳 影片慢 学院派导演通病 看的累。结尾好 让观众也逐渐窒息直至跟着卷福一起死亡。
故事沉闷无趣，摄影僵硬无生机，当然也可能是人家的特点，起初看的不知所云，耳朵里又都是父母的喋喋不休，废话连篇，心烦意乱，看到后面才好像明白了是什么故事，更是困意难耐。
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