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.
1《隧道》
起飞的蝴蝶记得自己曾是毛毛虫，这是导演自己对金边的回忆。最喜欢的片段是少年梦见的西装革履的父亲踌躇满志地在灰暗的楼道大步远走去，现实中的父亲截去了部分肢体。作者描绘的金边万念俱灰，人却有用不完的力气，但只能无可奈科地舍弃梦想、身体、故地。
中规中矩，柬埔寨城市化建设之下，好友的移民法国和自己在破旧待拆筒子楼的境遇成为鲜明对比。导演想说的太多，城中村青年的梦想，家庭，性苦闷等等等等，但是都只是铺开来说，只是画卷没有深入。
懦弱的父辈和无法摆脱的噩梦，病房里的一幕让我想起高中时父亲做手术的场景，男孩迷茫的面庞和面对未知的恐惧我感同身受。男孩的世界——舞蹈，远行的朋友，调笑的女孩，乌黑发霉的屋顶和滴落在不锈钢水盆中的雨滴——摇摇欲坠的世界终于崩塌了，而男孩无力承受、也不被要求承受任何。“我很害怕，”男孩被噩梦惊醒，走向他的父亲，然后穿过他，继续走下去。
1隧道：杀人犯被鬼魂反杀，或者说又是个车后备箱的鬼故事；2红衣女：校园被排挤的女生自杀，鬼魂去杀欺负她的人；3齿虫：很对我的吓点，前面看的好好的，可惜突然变丧尸故事了，好牵强；4招魂：百合故事，一个死了，活着的招魂，结果被寄生兽一样的死者吞了；5层间噪音：又是类似黑猫的墙内死尸，不过结尾是什么鬼，进入了异时空么；6衣橱：女主的智商不是妥妥的等着被害么，免费的东西要，逃进了厕所还要出来，你不死谁死；7冥婚：男主比较残，好好的找个工作，被配了冥婚；8镜中人：美妆博主的两面性；9人形模特：走诡异风，不过我并不惊讶，也猜到了双眼对视大概率被取走灵魂或者变成人偶；10密室逃脱：故事还蛮有劲的，但结局有点莫名。
柬埔寨/大楼拆迁/跳街舞/骑摩托车的少年与关于父亲的梦/东南亚的夜晚总是闪烁着霓虹灯
5《邻居》
《韩国都市怪谈》导演洪基元，首部电影长片，呈现形式上实则依旧是10部短小精悍的短篇故事集。看作剧集的成功，令导演在本片的发挥上，有着更为惊人的表现力，和艺术思想成分的加成。除了猎奇、奇观化的视听呈现，高度类型化的叙事方式，部分短片虽良莠不齐，但看到了主创们的努力，在影片对现实的关照上，希冀有一些现实向的启发，虽然这个目标，从呈现结果倒退上来说，有些差强人意。但从影片完成度上来说，的确有被惊吓到。尤其类似于《衣柜》、《寄生虫》和《层间噪音》等，短片故事本身已经形成了一个单元完整性。PS：导演选角能力还是蛮出色的，男演员群体的颜值都很在线，代表了东亚审美的一种普遍趋势和潮流。韩国把潮流文化立于根本之国策上，不得不佩服这种年轻向、面向未来的国家格局。在吸引外资上，韩国文化产业也淌出了一条成功之路。
3.0/中规中矩 一惊一乍 大杂烩 不过还不错
不同于中国拆二代的设定，柬埔寨的拆迁户更加悲惨。导演一直在描绘男主无力的抵抗，不想跟兄弟说再见，不想让父亲拖着不去医院，但又只能无奈的接受，听起来很压抑但我看着却很温柔，尤其喜欢把拆迁时的现场音消掉的设定，这种声音处理在片子里出现了很多次
同样是鲜肉，虽然演技比较韩国流水化，但也吊打国内……
这片子后半部分拧巴的我想杀人，章回体制导致我对这个故事的割裂感更强了，东南亚的湿热我没有感觉到，我只感受到了导演太多想表达的纠结在一起成为了一种沉重且沉闷的观影负担。
很拖沓，导演的映后比电影讲得要好，不直接讲拆迁和城建，而是人在那个空间里气若游丝的踌躇
奇观之下也没有半点波澜 贾樟柯亲自推荐加一分 鼓励加一分
以城市拆迁的视角，展示一个少年的生活变化。在世事变迁的浪潮下，个体的无力感，最后都不得不妥协。
当城市化落到每个人的头上 还不错啊 感觉分低了
生活有时就像坏掉的黑脚趾或是房顶漏水的黑锈斑，一地鸡毛也是独一无二的回忆。
特别喜欢前半段的状态，松弛有度而且有令人思想回味的空间；后面的剧情内容却渐渐丢失了质感，空洞苍白而且草率地结束了整部电影。三星。
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