So I stopped at a Jack in the Box on the way here, and the girl behind the counter said, “Hiya! Are you having an awesome day?” Not, “How are you doing today?” No. “Are you having an So I stopped at a Jack in the Box on the way here, and the girl behind the counter said, “Hiya! Are you having an awesome day?” Not, “How are you doing today?” No. “Are you having an awesome day?” Which is pretty… shitty, because it puts the onus on me to disagree with her, like if I’m not having an “awesome day,” suddenly I’m the negative one. Usually when people ask how I’m doing, the real answer is I’m doing shitty, but I can’t say I’m doing shitty because I don’t even have a good reason to be doing shitty. So if I say, “I’m doing shitty,” then they say, “Why? What’s wrong?” And I have to be like, “I don’t know, all of it?” So instead, when people ask how I’m doing, I usually say, “I am doing so great.” But when this girl at the Jack in the Box asked me if I was having an awesome day, I thought, “Well, today I’m actually allowed to feel shitty.” Today I have a good reason, so I said to her, “Well, my mom died,” and she immediately burst into tears. So now I have to comfort her, which is annoying, and meanwhile, there’s a line of people forming behind me who are all giving me these real judgy looks because I made the Jack in the Box girl cry. And she’s bawling, and she’s saying, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” and I’m like, “It’s fine. It’s fine.” I mean, it’s not fine but, you know, it’s… fine. And I would like to order a Double Jack Meal, and I’ve kinda got somewhere to be, so maybe less with the crying and more with the frying, huh? [inhales] And the girl apologizes again and she offers me a free churro with my meal. And as I’m leaving, I think, “I just got a free churro because my mom died.” No one ever tells you that when your mom dies, you get a free churro. [people murmuring] [clears throat] Anyway, I’m sorry, that’s not part of the… [clears throat] All right. Okay, here we go. Let’s do this. Here I am, BoJack Horseman, doing a eulogy, let’s go. Hey, piano man, can I get a, like an organ flourish? [organ plays] Nicely done. You know, I was a little worried I wouldn’t have the right accompaniment today. I guess it’s a good thing my mom was an organ donor! [rimshot plays] What happened to the organ? [horn ‘oogahs’] Okay, why just leave the comedy to the professionals? Okay? This is a funeral, sir, for my mother. Can you show a little respect? [trumpet whines] I’ll take it. Beatrice Horseman, who was she? What was her deal? Well, she was a horse. Uh, she was born in 1938. She died in 2018. One time, she went to a parade, and one time, she smoked an entire cigarette in one long inhale. I watched her do it. Truly a remarkable woman. [rustling] Lived a full life, that lady. Just, all the way to the end, which is, uh, now I guess. Really makes you think, though, huh? Life, right? Goes by, stuff happens. Then you die. Okay, well that’s my time, you’ve been great! Tip your waitress! No, I’m just kidding around, there’s no waitress. But seriously, that’s all I have to say about my mother. No point beating a dead horse, right? So… [inhales] Now what? I don’t know. Mom, you got any ideas? Anything? Mom? No? Nothing to contribute? Knock once if you’re proud of me. Can I just say how amazing it is to be in a room with my mother, and I can just talk and talk without her telling me to shut up and make her a drink? Hey, Mom, knock once if you think I should shut up. No? You sure? I mean, I don’t want to embarrass you by making this eulogy into a me-logy, so, seriously, if you wanted me to sit down and let someone else talk, just knock. I will not be offended. No? Your funeral. Sorry about the closed casket, by the way. She wanted an open casket, but uh, you know, she’s dead now, so who cares what she wanted? No, that sounds bad. I’m sorry. I-I think that if she could’ve seen what she looked like dead, she’d agree it’s better this way. She looked like this. [groaning] [mourners gasping] Kinda like a pissed-off toy dinosaur. The coroner couldn’t get her eyes closed, so now her face is forever frozen in a mask of tremendous horror and anguish. Or as my mom called it, Tuesday! Tuesday! My mom called it Tuesday. [woman coughs] Hey, Mom, what did you think of that joke? You like that? You never did care for my comedy. [clears throat] Here’s a story. When I was a teenager, I performed a comedy routine for my high school talent show. There was this, uh, cool jacket that I wanted to wear because I thought it would make me look like Albert Brooks. For months, I saved up for this jacket. But when I finally had enough, I went to the store and it was gone. They had just sold it to someone else. So, I went home and I told my mother, and she said, “Let that be a lesson. That’s the good that comes from wanting things.” She was really good at dispensing life lessons that always seemed to circle back to everything being my fault. But then, on the day of the talent show, my mother had a surprise for me. She had bought me the jacket. Even though she didn’t know how to say it, I know this meant that she loved me. Now that’s a good story about my mother. It’s not true, but it’s a good story, right? I stole it from an episode of Maude I saw when I was a kid, where she talks about her father. I remember when I saw it, thinking, “That’s the kind of story I want to tell about my parents when they die.” But I don’t have any stories like that. All I know about being good, I learned from TV. And in TV, flawed characters are constantly showing people they care with these surprising grand gestures. And I think that part of me still believes that’s what love is. But in real life, the big gesture isn’t enough. You need to be consistent, you need to be dependably good. You can’t just screw everything up and then take a boat out into the ocean to save your best friend, or solve a mystery, and fly to Kansas. You need to do it every day, which is so… hard. When you’re a kid, you convince yourself that maybe the grand gesture could be enough, that even though your parents aren’t what you need them to be over and over and over again, at any moment, they might surprise you with something… wonderful. I kept waiting for that, the proof that even though my mother was a hard woman, deep down, she loved me and cared about me and wanted me to know that I made her life a little bit brighter. Even now, I find myself waiting. Hey, Mom, knock once if you love me and care about me and want me to know I made your life a little bit brighter. [owl chirping] My mother did not go gentle into that good night. She went clawing and fighting and thrashing, hence the face. [groaning] [mourners gasping] If you’d seen her, I swear to God the only thing you’d be thinking about right now is that I am nailing this impression. [woman clears her throat] [chairs squeak] I was in the hospital with her those last moments, and they were truly horrifying, full of nonsencial screams and cries, but there was this moment, this one instant of strange calm, where she looked in my direction and said, “I see you.” That’s the last thing she said to me. “I see you.” Not a statement of judgment or disappointment, just acceptance and the simple recognition of another person in a room. “Hello there. You are a person. And I see you.” Let me tell you, it’s a weird thing to feel at 54 years old, that for the first time in your life your mother sees you. It’s an odd realization that that’s the thing you’ve been missing, the only thing you wanted all along, to be seen. And it doesn’t feel like a relief, to finally be seen. It feels mean, like, “Oh, it turns out that you knew what I wanted, and you waited until the very last moment to give it to me.” I was prepared for more cruelty. I was sure that she would get in one final zinger about how I let her down, and about how I was fat and stupid and too tall to be an effective Lindy-hopper. How I was needy and a burden and an embarrassment—all that I was ready for. I was not ready for “I see you.” Only my mother would be lousy enough to swipe me with a moment of connection on her way out. But maybe I’m giving her too much credit. Maybe it wasn’t about connection. Maybe it was a… maybe it was an “I see you,” like, uh, “I see you.” Like, “You might have the rest of the world fooled, but I know exactly who you are.” That’s more my mom’s speed. Or maybe she just literally meant “I see you. You are an object that has entered my field of vision.” She was pretty out of it at the end, so maybe it’s dumb to try to attribute it to anything. [woman sighs] Back in the 90s, I was in a very famous TV show called Horsin’ Around. [man coughs] Please hold your applause. And I remember one time, a fan asked me, “Hey, um, you know that episode where the horse has to give Ethan a pep talk after Ethan finds out his crush only asked him to the dance because her friends were having a dorkiest date contest? In all the shots of the horse, you can see a paper coffee cup on the kitchen counter, but in the shots of Ethan, the coffee cup’s missing. Was that because the show was making a statement about the fluctuant subjectivity of memory and how even two people can experience the same moment in entirely different ways?” And I didn’t have the heart to be, like, “No, man, some crew guy just left their coffee cup in the shot.” So instead, I was, like… “Yeah.” And maybe this is like that coffee cup. Maybe we’re dumb to try to pin significance onto every little thing. Maybe when someone says, “I see you,” it just means, “I see you.” Then again, it’s possible she wasn’t even talking to me because, if I’m being honest, she wasn’t really looking at me. She was looking just past me. There was nobody else in the room, so I want to think she was talking to me, but, honestly, she was so far gone at that point, who knows what she was seeing? Who were you talking to, Mom? [sighs] Not saying, huh? Staying mum? No rimshot there? God, whatever I’m paying you, it’s too much. Maybe she saw my dad. My dad died about ten years ago of injuries he sustained during a duel. When your father dies, you ask yourself a lot of questions. Questions like, “Wait, did you say he died in a duel?” and “Who dies in a duel?” The whole thing was so stupid. Dad spent his entire life writing this book, but he couldn’t get any stores to carry it or any newspapers to review it. Finally, I guess this one newspaper thought he was pretty hilarious, because they ran a review and tore him to shreds. So my father, ever the proud Mary, decided he would not stand for this besmirchment of his honor. He claimed the critic didn’t understand what it meant to be a man, so he demanded satisfaction in the form of pistols at dawn. He wrote the paper this letter, saying anyone who didn’t like his book, he would challenge to a duel, anyone in the world. He’d even pay for airfare to San Francisco and a night in a hotel. Well, eventually this found its way to some kook in Montana, who was as batshit as he was and took him up on the offer. They met at Golden Gate Park and agreed: ten paces, then shoot. But in the middle of the ten paces, Dad turned to ask the guy if he’d actually read the book and what he thought, but, not looking where he was going, tripped over an exposed root and bashed his head on a rock. [murmur] I wish I’d known to go to Jack in the Box then. Maybe I could have gotten a free churro. It would’ve been nice to have something to show for being the son of Butterscotch Horseman. My darling mother gave the eulogy. My entire life I never heard her say a kind word to or about my father, but at his funeral she said, “My husband is dead, and everything is worse now.” “My husband is dead, and everything is worse now.” I don’t know why she said that. Maybe she felt like that’s the kind of thing you’re supposed to say at a funeral. Maybe she hoped one day someone would say that about her. “My mother is dead, and everything is worse now.” Or maybe she knew that he had frittered away all her inheritance, and replaced it with crippling debt, which is a pretty shitty thing to leave your widow with. “Bad news, you lost a husband, but don’t worry, you also lost the house!” Maybe Mom knew she’d have to sell all her fancy jewelry and move into a home. Maybe that’s what she meant by “everything is worse now.” Is that what you meant, Mom? I gotta say, I’m really carrying this double act. At least with Penn and Teller, the quiet one does card tricks. Hey, piano man, when I say something funny to my mom, how about you give me one of those rimshots? [rimshot plays] Yeah, but not now. When I say something funny. Like, okay. What’s the difference between my mother and a disruptive expulsion of germs? One’s a coughin’ fit and the other fits a coffin! That’s an example of a funny thing. [rimshot plays] Thank you. Let’s try again. Hey, Mom. What’s the difference between my mother and a bunch of Easter eggs? One gets carried in a basket, the other gets buried in a casket! [rimshot plays] Ready for one more? Last one. What’s the difference between a first-year lit major and my mother, Beatrice Horseman? One is decently read, and the other’s a huge bitch! [woman gasps] [murmurs] Yeah, might have gone a little too far with that one. That one might’ve been a little too “my mom’s a huge bitch” for the room. I’m sorry, Mother. You’re not a huge bitch. You were a huge bitch… and now you’re dead. [woman sighs] You know, the first time I ever performed in front of an audience, it actually was, uh, with my mom. She used to put on these shows with her supper club in the living room and she used to make… [inhales] She used to make me sing “The Lollipop Song.” [organ playing tune] Those parties, they were really something. There were skits and magic acts, and ethnically insensitive vaudeville routines, and the big finale was always a dance my mother did. She had this beautiful dress that she only brought out for these parties, and she did this incredible number. It was so beautiful and sad. Dad hated the parties. He’d lock himself in the study, and bang on the walls for us to keep it down, but he always came out to see Mom dance. He’d linger in the doorway, scotch in hand, and watch in awe, as this cynical, despicable woman he married… took flight. And as a child who was completely terrified of both my parents, I was always aware that this moment of grace, it meant something. We understood each other in a way. Me and my mom and my dad, as screwed up as we all were, we did understand each other. My mother, she knew what it’s like to feel your entire life like you’re drowning, with the exception of these moments, these very rare, brief instances, in which you suddenly remember… you can swim. [flashback] [partygoers laughing] [classical music playing] But then again, mostly not. Mostly you’re drowning. She understood that, too. And she recognized that I understood it. And Dad. All three of us were drowning, and we didn’t know how to save each other, but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together. And I would like to think that that’s what she meant when we were in the hospital and she said, “I see you.” You know, the weird thing about both your parents being dead is it means that you’re next. I mean, you know, obviously it’s not like there’s a waitlist for dying. Any one of us could get run over by a Snapchatting teen at any moment. And you would think that knowing that would make us more adventurous, and kind, and forgiving. But it makes us small, and stupid, and petty. I actually had a near-death experience recently. A stunt went bad and I fell off a building. I’m an actor, I do my own stunts. I’m on this new show Philbert. I’m Philbert. Star of the show. It hasn’t come out yet, but it’s already getting Emmy buzz. Oh, speaking of buzz… [inhales] I’m supposed to take two of these every morning, but my days are so screwed up ‘cause of the shooting schedule, I don’t even know what morning means anymore. There’s a joke in there somewhere, about a guy who’s been to so many funerals, he doesn’t even know what mourning means anymore. Let you guys figure that one out for yourselves. [gulps] Anyway, you know what I thought, when I was falling off the building and I went into panic mode? The last thing that my stupid brain could come up with before I died? “Won’t they be sorry.” Cool thought, brain. [rimshot plays] No, that wasn’t… would you just… dial it back, all right? I don’t even know what “they” I wanted to be sorry. My mom, even before she died, could barely remember who I was. And of course, my dad’s dead. The last conversation I ever had with him was about his novel. He was so certain this book was his legacy. Maybe he thought it would vindicate him for all the shitty things he ever did in his stupid worthless life. Maybe it did, I don’t know. I never read it, because why would I give him that? I used to be on this TV show called Horsin’ Around. Seriously, though, hold your applause. [man coughs] Well held. It was written by my friend Herb Kazzaz, who’s also dead now, and it starred this little girl named Sarah Lynn. And it was about these orphans. And early on, the network had a note, “Maybe don’t mention they’re orphans so much, because audiences tend to find orphans sad and not relatable.” But I never thought that the orphans were sad. I-I always thought they were lucky, because they could imagine their parents to be anything they wanted. They had something to long for. Anyway, we did this one season finale, where Olivia’s birth mother comes to town. And she was a junkie, but she’s gotten herself cleaned up, and she wants to be in Olivia’s life again. And of course, she’s like a perfect grown-up version of Olivia, and they go to the mall together and get her ears pierced like she’s always wanted and—sorry, spoiler alert for the season six finale of Horsin’ Around, if you’re still working your way through it. Anyway, the horse tries to warn her, “Be careful, moms have a way of letting you down.” But Olivia just thinks the horse is jealous, and when the mom says she’s moving to California, Olivia decides to go with her. And the network really juiced the cliffhanger: “Is Olivia gone for good?” But of course, because it’s a TV show, she was not gone for good. Of course, because it’s a TV show, Olivia’s mother had a relapse and had to go back to rehab, so Olivia had to hitchhike all the way home, getting rides from Mr. T, Alf, and the cast of Stomp. Of course, that’s what happened. Because, what are you gonna do, just not have Olivia on the show? You can’t have happy endings in sitcoms, not really, because, if everyone’s happy, the show would be over, and above all else, the show… has to keep going. There’s always more show. And you can call Horsin’ Around dumb, or bad, or unrealistic, but there is nothing more realistic than that. You never get a happy ending, ‘cause there’s always more show. I guess until there isn’t. [chuckles] My mom would hate it if she knew that I spent so much time at her funeral talking about my old TV show. Or maybe she’d think it was funny that her idiot son couldn’t even do this right. Who knows? She left no instructions for what she wanted me to say. All I know is she wanted an open casket, and her idiot son couldn’t even do that right. I’m not gonna stand up here and pretend I ever understood how to please that woman, even though so much of my life has been wasted in vain attempts to figure it out. But I keep going back to that moment in the ICU when she looked at me, and… “I-C-U.” “I… see… you.” Jesus Christ, we were in the intensive care unit. She was just reading a sign. My mom died and all I got was this free churro. You know the shittiest thing about all of this? Is when that stranger behind the counter gave me that free churro, that small act of kindness showed more compassion than my mother gave me her entire goddamn life. Like, how hard is it to do something nice for a person? This woman at the Jack in the Box didn’t even know me. I’m your son! All I had was you! [inhales] I have this friend. And right around when I first met her, her dad died, and I actually went with her to the funeral. And months later, she told me that she didn’t understand why she was still upset, because she never even liked her father. It made sense to me, because I went through the same thing when my dad died. And I’m going through the same thing now. You know what it’s like? It’s like that show Becker, you know, with Ted Danson? I watched the entire run of that show, hoping that it would get better, and it never did. It had all the right pieces, but it just—it couldn’t put them together. And when it got canceled, I was really bummed out, not because I liked the show, but because I knew it could be so much better, and now it never would be. And that’s what losing a parent is like. It’s like Becker. Suddenly, you realize you’ll never have the good relationship you wanted, and as long as they were alive, even though you’d never admit it, part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you, was still holding on to that chance. And you didn’t even realize it until that chance went away. My mother is dead, and everything is worse now, because now I know I will never have a mother who looks at me from across a room and says, “BoJack Horseman, I see you.” But I guess it’s good to know. It’s good to know that there is nobody looking out for me, that there never was, and there never will be. No, it’s good to know that I am the only one that I can depend on. And I know that now and it’s good. It’s good that I know that. So… it’s good my mother is dead. [gulps, sighs] Well. No point beating a dead horse. Beatrice Horseman was born in 1938, and she died in 2018, and I have no idea… what she wanted. Unless she just wanted what we all want… to be seen. Is this Funeral Parlor B? —— from Reddit
下班回到家,第一件事就是把The Good Fight放着当背景声。Diane,Lucca和Marissa是不同年龄段的女性,单身女性一个人在一线城市的滋味,好像剧里都说出来了。有自己赚钱自我成就的开心,也有不能与人分享的危机感和寂寞。滋味很多,但这部剧让人觉得最热血的,就是Lucca的怀孕。
最近国内的#MeToo活动看起来声势浩大,社交媒体上的声援层出不穷。头脑一热支持一下,
下班回到家,第一件事就是把The Good Fight放着当背景声。Diane,Lucca和Marissa是不同年龄段的女性,单身女性一个人在一线城市的滋味,好像剧里都说出来了。有自己赚钱自我成就的开心,也有不能与人分享的危机感和寂寞。滋味很多,但这部剧让人觉得最热血的,就是Lucca的怀孕。
最近国内的#MeToo活动看起来声势浩大,社交媒体上的声援层出不穷。头脑一热支持一下,过后想想,起到了任何作用吗?绝大多数人群是不是连MeToo是什么都听不见。在这样的环境里,看到The Good Fight好像仅剩下了羡慕的心情,因为知道中国的传统文化是什么,中国社会要短时间变成剧里的那个社会,根本不可能。虽然美国社会也不是如此,但中国的路更远一些。
想到前几天权威媒体刊文说,生孩子既是家事,也是国家大事。面对这句话,身边的单身女性大多都以嗤之以鼻加粗口回应。从现实的角度来说,在中国,生孩子远不是女性本身的事,这件事涉及到的可能不仅是双方,还有身份、家庭、工作等。打出这句话,都觉得好笑。Lucca却从未让Colin自由介入她的怀孕,坚持工作到预产期,看起来潇洒独立,里面也一定辛苦。问题在于,这样的选择在美国是可行的,有法律保护,有很多人的理解,中国却不敢想象。毕竟,非婚生子这件事情都没有人接受。其实想来,回归生物本能,从作为有自我意识的女性本身来看,生孩子的目的不是为了给什么人传宗接代,就是女性希望有自己的孩子。没有否认男性在其中的作用,而是从男女平权的角度,把女性自身的意愿表达出来。
看着城市一点点变化,以为中国和20年前已经大不一样。长辈都说,能留在国外就别回来了吧,可是年轻人更愿意相信自己的眼睛,抱着一份乐观回到了国内。但经过了两年在大城市的独自工作,也陷入了反思。
可能在很多人眼里,我说这样的话是站着说话不腰疼,有人甚至会辩驳,男女平权就是个伪命题。也很多人认为,MeToo很多言论有些矫枉过正,很多言论已经侵犯了男性的权利。可是,当听到即使最支持男女平等的男性,也会以一种居高临下的态度说“我认真地了解过MeToo,我支持你们”的时候,却觉得有一点点难过。“你们”是个排他的词语,MeToo的出现,狂热女权的出现,对男权并没有一丝削弱。
这部剧像一针鸡血,时刻提醒自己理想女性的样子,也时刻让人倍感绝望。
前两天六公主播了,正好就看了一下看到一半实在忍不了,我觉得简直就是在把我的脑子按在地板上摩擦。
烂都烂的平平无奇,在烂片中它都是不起眼的那一个。从剧情服装造型到人物都在侮辱观众,那个一身异域风情的白袍以及那个波浪头,还有那个高跟鞋到底是怎么想出来的,拍的时候都2017了怎么还会有这么雷人的设计,脑子呢,这根本就是对观众的视觉伤害好吗,台词更是low到爆,低俗且无趣。
前两天六公主播了,正好就看了一下看到一半实在忍不了,我觉得简直就是在把我的脑子按在地板上摩擦。
烂都烂的平平无奇,在烂片中它都是不起眼的那一个。从剧情服装造型到人物都在侮辱观众,那个一身异域风情的白袍以及那个波浪头,还有那个高跟鞋到底是怎么想出来的,拍的时候都2017了怎么还会有这么雷人的设计,脑子呢,这根本就是对观众的视觉伤害好吗,台词更是low到爆,低俗且无趣。
最后说一句,太烂了,我实在没见过这么烂的剧,从头到尾一点可取之处都没有。
一周只上两天班,其他时间都在玩的游戏公司代表,可以拼爹但偏要靠自己的财阀富二代。看到这里,你是不是和我一样生气,一周只用上两天班的人是不是活该很丑?然而,他偏偏很帅,而且衣品很好。这种天怒人怨的人设,即使我是女子,也觉得愤愤不平,怎么可以一周只上两天班?而且你有见过踩着“风火轮”来上班的CEO吗?好在,这类尤物都有一个缺点,就是看女人的眼光很独特(幸灾乐祸中)。这
一周只上两天班,其他时间都在玩的游戏公司代表,可以拼爹但偏要靠自己的财阀富二代。看到这里,你是不是和我一样生气,一周只用上两天班的人是不是活该很丑?然而,他偏偏很帅,而且衣品很好。这种天怒人怨的人设,即使我是女子,也觉得愤愤不平,怎么可以一周只上两天班?而且你有见过踩着“风火轮”来上班的CEO吗?好在,这类尤物都有一个缺点,就是看女人的眼光很独特(幸灾乐祸中)。这不,我们的男主安敏赫在一次意外事故中,对力大无穷,和都教授、鬼怪一样能一掌拦下一辆车的女主都奉顺一见钟情。在见识了女主徒手劈掉七个混混后,安敏赫在都奉顺一抹鲜艳的红唇和风中凌乱的披肩发中看到了“性感”。于是,安敏赫让苦逼男秘书用6000万年薪聘请了都奉顺做保镖。像安敏赫这样的美男确实需要保镖。踩着风火轮在路上装逼,一不小心就被路过的色女劫财劫色。如果你是这么认为的,恐怕还是低估了安敏赫代表的魅力。事实证明,不止女人垂涎他,连男人都会跟踪他。所以,为了省下请保镖的钱,各位美男装逼请慎重。那么如何界定装逼呢?首先,无论是游玩还是上下班,要脚踩风火轮,眼睛正视前方,最好再配个墨镜。其次,衣品要好,高领内搭,H型大衣、睡衣款大衣、机车皮衣、西装外套,统统穿起来,裤子一定要穿小脚裤。上松小紧,没错的。再次,如果忘了带风火轮,不得不双脚踏地,猫步走起来,走过公司刷卡处的时候万万不可拿出门卡,要感应。最后,得有钱,还得帅。是不是很久没看到这么浮夸,又这么正统的韩剧男主了?都教授、美人鱼、鬼怪,这种特异功能的男女主看多了,突然看到这么装逼的韩剧男主,反而有些喜感。如果你喜欢朴炯植的颜,这剧值得一看。因为朴炯植的服装和化妆都相当到位,非常适合舔颜。脱下真兴王的古装,朴炯植的现代装依然秀色可餐。
今年春天念念无明播出的时候就关注了这部剧,但是没全看,好像就看了小念和无明互相知道身份前一秒还在打斗下一秒就和好之后的内容,最近刚看了虚颜,知道是一个导演之后才发现无论是场景还是服道化真的都很像,看虚颜的时候真的会梦回念念无明,于是就想着把念念无明再重新好好看一遍。网友说的是真的没错,曾导真的很会拍男演员,无论是杨泽老师还是丞磊老师都拍的好好看。今天一天用了几个小
今年春天念念无明播出的时候就关注了这部剧,但是没全看,好像就看了小念和无明互相知道身份前一秒还在打斗下一秒就和好之后的内容,最近刚看了虚颜,知道是一个导演之后才发现无论是场景还是服道化真的都很像,看虚颜的时候真的会梦回念念无明,于是就想着把念念无明再重新好好看一遍。网友说的是真的没错,曾导真的很会拍男演员,无论是杨泽老师还是丞磊老师都拍的好好看。今天一天用了几个小时看完了念念无明,这真的是一个很新颖的故事设定,让人看了剧情简介就会有想看的欲望。莲藕夫妇是真的很好嗑,无论何时,都在竭尽全力保护对方。喜欢彼此,认定了彼此便不会畏惧前方的艰难险阻:他答应了娶她,便下定决心要护她周全。猜测到了彼此的身份,有了误会立马解释清楚,把身份的真相全都告诉对方,不做朝堂争斗的棋子,无论未来如何都携手一起面对:她主动向世子坦白自己是刺杀他的镖人,说要杀要剐都随他,他却急的要世子治他的罪,互相竭尽全力为对方拦下责任;他问她他们一定要站在对立面吗,她说天地开阔,随时都会有很多东西阻隔在他们中间的,但是没关系,她向他跨过来就好了;最后的关头,他们都深陷险境,却在脱离危险的时候第一时间去对方遇险的地方找对方。这部剧首尾呼应真的太好了,开头是他们即将结婚时的上元节一起逛街市,约定以后每年的上元节都在这里一起过,结尾是许久未露面的晏大人在上元节的街市上来到她身边,说他记得他们的约定。结尾他们真的过上了平凡人的生活,就在乡下,打渔,砍柴,采摘野菜,偶尔吃腻了会来城里下馆子,再吃一回醉仙楼的包子。她13岁第一次收风筝,遇到他之后,她不再想做镖人;他10岁当上指挥使,遇到她之后,他只想从今嵬司隐退。所以我想这是他们遇到彼此之后最想做的事了。岁月静好,他们一定会永远幸福。最后就期待一个原班人马念念无明2吧~
2018年,一部关于人与马的电影《骑士》在北美上映,虽然没有引起什么轰动,但这部充分展现了现今美国社会西部的荒凉和牛仔们的真实生活的学院派影片仍然在看过的观众心中留下了较好的口碑,在国内豆瓣网上的评分打到了7.4分。时隔一年,又一部跟人与马有关的电影《野马》在北美悄然上映,巧合的是,这部电影在豆瓣上的评分也是7.4分。
2018年,一部关于人与马的电影《骑士》在北美上映,虽然没有引起什么轰动,但这部充分展现了现今美国社会西部的荒凉和牛仔们的真实生活的学院派影片仍然在看过的观众心中留下了较好的口碑,在国内豆瓣网上的评分打到了7.4分。时隔一年,又一部跟人与马有关的电影《野马》在北美悄然上映,巧合的是,这部电影在豆瓣上的评分也是7.4分。
我真的还挺喜欢的,虽然好多人都说它套路工业糖精,不过就是很自然很平淡的美女帅哥谈恋爱啊,看完之后是整个人心情都会好起来的那种,而且剧情清爽无狗血,有着阳光的下午美美来上几集,简直不要太爽好不好,生活已经很累了,我就想看点轻松的东西。而且感觉剧的宣传也还好,也不是那种成天买热搜的,平平淡淡的小甜剧更容易引起我的注意了,双cp同行,高冷博士和元气少女,直球姐姐和奶狗弟弟,这样的设定谁不嗑啊就是说
我真的还挺喜欢的,虽然好多人都说它套路工业糖精,不过就是很自然很平淡的美女帅哥谈恋爱啊,看完之后是整个人心情都会好起来的那种,而且剧情清爽无狗血,有着阳光的下午美美来上几集,简直不要太爽好不好,生活已经很累了,我就想看点轻松的东西。而且感觉剧的宣传也还好,也不是那种成天买热搜的,平平淡淡的小甜剧更容易引起我的注意了,双cp同行,高冷博士和元气少女,直球姐姐和奶狗弟弟,这样的设定谁不嗑啊就是说,还是四个人同居,拜托,这不就是我梦想中的画面吗?最好的朋友在身边,最爱的人就在对面,完完全全年少时做梦的终极画面。一些美中不足的方面,一个可能就是滤镜会有点太过了,可能太白太磨皮不是很有质感。一个就是剧情的好多方面有点太碎了不够流畅,一些话题的引入也有点太突兀了,校园暴力和冒险救人,处理得不是很好,可能是因为篇幅的原因吧,还是希望后面再多展开一些四人合租比较日常的画面,而且也都在一起了,可以更甜蜜了,不过导演可能也希望营造一种意犹未尽的感觉吧。
没定到首映场 特地挑的晚上8:40的最后一场夜场来看 但这部严格意义上就不是一部恐怖片 前两部招牌的鬼屋氛围营造在这部里基本只有前面半小时的jump scare 对就是那种你以为他肯定要来吓你了电影就真的来吓你了...前半段真的看的人想愤然离场 中间部分导演好像意识到了不能正常电影就靠jump scare撑着 开始加速warren夫妇探案过程 森林停尸房两
没定到首映场 特地挑的晚上8:40的最后一场夜场来看 但这部严格意义上就不是一部恐怖片 前两部招牌的鬼屋氛围营造在这部里基本只有前面半小时的jump scare 对就是那种你以为他肯定要来吓你了电影就真的来吓你了...前半段真的看的人想愤然离场 中间部分导演好像意识到了不能正常电影就靠jump scare撑着 开始加速warren夫妇探案过程 森林停尸房两场戏都拍的还算过得去 但恐怖元素还是远远不够 这部充其量是一部带有惊悚元素的集探案喜剧爱情为一体的爆米花爽片 对 电影院里笑声比尖叫声还多 说是喜剧片一点不过分..
另外就是本片不但没有突出对恐怖感的塑造 对反派和受害者一家也是匆匆带过 反派的动机就靠一个只出场了两次的npc几句话说完 当然这个反派本身的出场一只手也数的过来 登场有多牛b结局就有多寒碜 最后就是???这就结束了?对于本片的受害者也是 除了提供jump scare的元素之外基本没有什么刻画 从头到尾基本都是warren夫妇的探案过程 而在前两部里两人都是案件中期才介入事件 所以简单概括就是warrens大战白面女巫 这就导致了看完电影后不会像前两部那样让人想去查真实案件背后的故事 会让人细思极恐 这部看完就是 哇他俩真甜 这次的事件还有被诅咒的受害者 重要吗?
最后就是ed和Lorraine是真的太甜了 影片近乎丧心病狂的撒糖 除了年轻时的flashback ed全场说的最多的台词就是 Lorraine!!Lorraine!!在停尸房喊老婆 在boss家门口喊老婆 见到鬼了喊老婆 老婆丢了喊老婆 中间有一段明明是很危急的剧情 因为ed又在那疯狂喊老婆 全场都在狂笑..最后就是结局是真的甜到齁了 这导演太聪明了 知道拍局限在一个屋子里的恐怖片不可能超越的了温导 所以选择了这么一部杂糅式的爆米花片 并且疯狂撒糖吸引观众 对于招魂系列粉看到这么齁甜的warren两人对整部电影肯定也不会那么严苛了
总之如果这是一部致敬招魂前两部的外传电影 那么他的质量肯定是超过近两年的哭泣女人鬼修女和安娜贝尔3的 但是作为招魂正统续作 它除了开头片尾以及字体演员很招魂 其他的都差得远..所以看之前一定不要抱有它是招魂续作的心态去看 就当成一部致敬系列和温导的爽片 那么看着还是过瘾的 总之 放低心态 放低心态 安心吃糖看夫妇俩拯救世界就行
不是按照时间线,想到哪个写哪个
1.小贝用绳子拉着亨特已经快到平台了亨特脚滑失手摔下去的,不是什么阴谋论,也不是亨特跳起来抓背包没抓住。
2.关于无人机,影片里亨特给小贝讲出真相时最后一句:只有你,那个画面是小贝把包拉上来的当天就独自操控了无人机,最后被撞毁时失落的表情。
3.两次操作无人机时(实际只有一次)的对话可以看出小贝因为对无人机的不熟表现出很慌乱
不是按照时间线,想到哪个写哪个
1.小贝用绳子拉着亨特已经快到平台了亨特脚滑失手摔下去的,不是什么阴谋论,也不是亨特跳起来抓背包没抓住。
2.关于无人机,影片里亨特给小贝讲出真相时最后一句:只有你,那个画面是小贝把包拉上来的当天就独自操控了无人机,最后被撞毁时失落的表情。
3.两次操作无人机时(实际只有一次)的对话可以看出小贝因为对无人机的不熟表现出很慌乱又很依赖亨特,比如需不需要返航怎么看电量等。
4.一个小细节,小贝放飞无人机时说了半句“son of...”没说出下半句是因为开头她爸说:你不应该这样说话,你妈妈和我,我们没教过你这么说话。所以她还是很在意爸爸的。
5.小贝爬上去给无人机充电是她的幻想,在又饿又渴的情况下徒手爬上去又勇斗秃鹫并且坚持至少两个小时只是她臆想出的在亨特的陪伴和鼓励下她也能克服恐惧挑战并战胜自己。并且后面有镜头,秃鹫盘旋并降落在信号灯灯罩上。
6.小贝充电下来后问亨特:你为什么没抓住背包,很多人都只想到因为亨特当时摔死了不可能伸手抓背包,然而还有一层意思是,小贝多希望亨特失足的时候能真的像她幻想中一样抓住了背包爬了上来跟她一起活下去。
7.结婚戒指应该是被小贝扔掉了,象征着跟丹和过去的自己告别。扔进灯泡底座会造成短路吧,并且充完电抠出来会电死,不抠出来重新安上灯泡也不合理。所以再次印证无人机充电不是真实发生的,不然真就如亨特所说:你可真是个人才。
其他被大多数人提到的很明显的细节和没什么争议很好理解的点在此就不做复述,欢迎讨论和补充。
男主这“全世界都欠我”的表情由头到尾,也太容易演了。
一群人无声吃肉。不应该是一边吃一边刷手机吗?要不你想玩内涵,就让一群人吃血淋淋的肉。
洗澡,洗澡,再洗澡。
沉默,沉默,再沉默。如果不说话的电影就是艺术,那导演你干嘛不装C到底,从头到尾一句话不说?
停车场广场舞,还是《小苹果》,早就更新换代了吧?
果然是诗人拍摄的电影,一定要装
男主这“全世界都欠我”的表情由头到尾,也太容易演了。
一群人无声吃肉。不应该是一边吃一边刷手机吗?要不你想玩内涵,就让一群人吃血淋淋的肉。
洗澡,洗澡,再洗澡。
沉默,沉默,再沉默。如果不说话的电影就是艺术,那导演你干嘛不装C到底,从头到尾一句话不说?
停车场广场舞,还是《小苹果》,早就更新换代了吧?
果然是诗人拍摄的电影,一定要装入自己的私货,莫名其妙故作高深的诗句。可惜再装的诗句也不如一句“甜蜜蜜”能打动人心。
杀羊。现在不爱看这种血腥杀戮动物的场面。小时候还看过杀猪杀牛,也亲捉过鸡供母亲宰杀。
李伽西这货能不能不要拍、演、编、导电影?
对了,真的不要看所谓诗人拍摄的电影,甚至是涉及诗人的电影。
昨天看完全集,我一直无法整理思绪。我的脑内就像这部片名一样,夹杂着各种情感,如同噪音一般。凭着本能,我敲下三个令我印象最深的单词。这部动画就像一阵龙卷风,把我卷入其中。在嘈杂而情绪激昂的音符里,在人物执着而苦情的纠葛里,我越陷越深,然后爱上了它。
昨天看完全集,我一直无法整理思绪。我的脑内就像这部片名一样,夹杂着各种情感,如同噪音一般。凭着本能,我敲下三个令我印象最深的单词。这部动画就像一阵龙卷风,把我卷入其中。在嘈杂而情绪激昂的音符里,在人物执着而苦情的纠葛里,我越陷越深,然后爱上了它。
国内难找到这么不拖泥带水的剧,走神一分钟可能就看不懂了。开场就是美国大片的感觉,不过最吸引人的还是上海部分。每一个人物都很出彩,剧情环环相扣,停不下来。最值得称道的是美国演员曹操,和中国演员搭配,一点违和感没有。男二封仪和女二梦晨是个惊喜。略感遗憾的是阿娇的造型,出场的时候小辫子不讨喜,到上海之后好多了。
国内难找到这么不拖泥带水的剧,走神一分钟可能就看不懂了。开场就是美国大片的感觉,不过最吸引人的还是上海部分。每一个人物都很出彩,剧情环环相扣,停不下来。最值得称道的是美国演员曹操,和中国演员搭配,一点违和感没有。男二封仪和女二梦晨是个惊喜。略感遗憾的是阿娇的造型,出场的时候小辫子不讨喜,到上海之后好多了。
男主一开始在排斥现实世界与投入思想世界的两者间徘徊,他在思想世界获得的快乐大于现实世界,他很真实的面对自己,所以他在一般人眼里就像一个长不大的孩子,但他却很真实,也只有这种能真诚面对自己的人,才会在现实中拥有快乐。就像那些在大街上每天早晨都身着黑衣赶去上班的人群,他们为了生计与生存,埋藏了思想世界里真实的自己的声音,所以他们活在现实世界里,每天都是单调的黑色。刚开始,男主面对这人群有些不知所
男主一开始在排斥现实世界与投入思想世界的两者间徘徊,他在思想世界获得的快乐大于现实世界,他很真实的面对自己,所以他在一般人眼里就像一个长不大的孩子,但他却很真实,也只有这种能真诚面对自己的人,才会在现实中拥有快乐。就像那些在大街上每天早晨都身着黑衣赶去上班的人群,他们为了生计与生存,埋藏了思想世界里真实的自己的声音,所以他们活在现实世界里,每天都是单调的黑色。刚开始,男主面对这人群有些不知所措,直到后来,他找到了自己喜欢的女人组建了家庭,找到了喜欢的工作,实现了把真实的思想世界里的自己投射到现实世界中,一切都是他热爱的。他轻松而自由地牵着心爱的女人的手,走向了黑压压的人群,导演这时候给了一个反转的镜头,人群突然都掉过头来,跟着男主走,这是为什么?因为男主在现实中做到了,把热爱与生活联系在一起是可以实现的,也是理应如此,所以人们意识到了自己的问题,决定改变,男主就像是一道光芒,与众不同的色彩,点缀着这个现实世界。回归到他和两个朋友在出租房的剧情,女生马利一直向往环游世界,她内心向往着自由,也喜欢着男主,直到她带着一个乐队男人回到出租房公布了她们的关系,暗恋马利的男生感到了沮丧,但他的性格受了刺激之后让他意识到自己的堕落,让他重新做回了自己,一份喜欢的工作,自己的房子,未来的女友。这一切,都在男主心里种下了改变的种子,直到一个早晨,马利对男主说了那一番真诚又一针见血的话语,称他的思想世界是个谎言,男主愣住了,他从他们两个人身上明白了一个道理,要敢于面对现实的自己,不要一直缩在思想世界里。男主回了家,懂得了父母对自己的爱,新的生活也由此开始。那个申请低保的朋友,也一直以来和他相互沟通与支持,一切促成了男主的行动。他喜欢睡觉,他就去卖床,他思想世界里的艺术天分运用到了现实的工作中,得到了认可,他成功了,不单单是工作的成功,他实现了自己的价值,找到了让思想世界与现实世界接轨的方式,并能从中收获真正的快乐。他的魅力,不再是单一份只停留在思想世界的想象里,而是发挥到了现实中,并在一个巧合下,遇到了那个多年来心里一直爱慕的女人,追求到了她,生活在了一起,他成功了。总之,这部电影想告诉我们,你只有热爱你自己,真诚的面对内心,你才能通过自己的反省或者别人外界的评价来认识到自己,并做出积极的改变。环环相扣,热爱自己,热爱他人,热爱工作,热爱生活,美丽人生。