I’m fine if there is nothing in the end. 看完后我脑子里反复循环这一句,和Yang说这句话时的表情,不知道怎么描述既不是懵懂无知,也不是看破红尘的深刻,就是I’m fine。我相信这句是他自己的话,是他小心翼翼说出来的自己的话,而不是程序设计的计算和反应。
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I’m fine if there is nothing in the end. 看完后我脑子里反复循环这一句,和Yang说这句话时的表情,不知道怎么描述既不是懵懂无知,也不是看破红尘的深刻,就是I’m fine。我相信这句是他自己的话,是他小心翼翼说出来的自己的话,而不是程序设计的计算和反应。
而后面那句there’s no something without nothing更像从系统里提取出来的,成为一种无力的哲学解释。毛毛虫或许可以变成蝴蝶或许只是毁灭,simply die。
那一句老子的引用,What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly 的智慧不是在于caterpillar之小世界之大,而是必须和I’m fine结合起来解读,在于caterpillar能说一句 I’m fine if there is nothing in the end.
粗略看了前几集,我对女主最大的印象,不是什么炮王、抖M、淫娃,而是卑微…
表面上看,她不顾及社会道德及传统观念,可以与5位炮友放肆享受性交。但女主的很多言行举止与心理活动,展现了她内心极度的卑微...【比如随叫随到、不懂拒绝 等等】
与其说她唯一的兴趣爱好是性交,倒不如说她内心深处最渴望的就是 被需要...只有通过频繁的约炮,她才能在满足性欲的同时满足 被需要欲。
粗略看了前几集,我对女主最大的印象,不是什么炮王、抖M、淫娃,而是卑微…
表面上看,她不顾及社会道德及传统观念,可以与5位炮友放肆享受性交。但女主的很多言行举止与心理活动,展现了她内心极度的卑微...【比如随叫随到、不懂拒绝 等等】
与其说她唯一的兴趣爱好是性交,倒不如说她内心深处最渴望的就是 被需要...只有通过频繁的约炮,她才能在满足性欲的同时满足 被需要欲。
同时,从这个剧名来看,我感觉创作团队对这个角色并不持以 赞许、认可、肯定 的态度,甚至可能想借此 批判、警醒 一些东西。
因此,看到短评有人说“这辈子已经足够成功了,为什么还要说下辈子再好好过呢”,鄙人不以为然。
客观上说,现实生活不同于h爽文爽剧,这种放荡的生活方式,极大概率会意外怀孕或得性病【五个炮友,炮友还有自己的炮友或恋人】。
意外怀孕的话,没人想负责,打胎非常伤身;得了性病,害人害己,还累及炮友的无辜恋人。恋人被绿已经够惨了,还得被染上性病...
所以,有的观众可能误以为 女主或女主的炮王同事的生活方式 才是所谓的“性自由、性开放”,抱歉,真不是...那是“害人害己的滥交”...
还有件有趣的事,部分男性视角可能会鄙视、厌恶女主,却又羡慕、想成为 那位炮王同事;部分女性视角可能会鄙视、厌恶那位炮王同事,却又羡慕、想成为 女主。希望这两方能认识到自己的双标??
有类人确实很可笑的,TA意淫着自身的邪情罪欲能最大化地释放、满足,却又要求 其他人/异性 符合最严苛的道德标准。希望大家能学会辨认且远离这类人。
女主在剧中阐述了一个关于处女情结的观点,引起不少网友的讨论争辩。我希望容易激动的网友们能尚存一些理性,想骂的话可以骂角色,上升到演员本人就太反智了...
而我个人的想法是,无论你想找处女或处男,这都属于你个人的选择自由。【别人的自由选择,你可以不跟从,但也不应该辱骂】
因为这个要求,它既不犯法又不伤害他人;因为这个要求,跟 要找帅的/美的/比自己高的/比自己矮的 之类的要求都一样,都只是要求而已。
当然,还存在着讨论空间。
比如,你自己是处,你能以身作则,那希望另一半也是处,就更加合理了;【退一步说,即便对方不是,人家有经验了,可以引导你,让性生活的质量更高,这难道是坏事吗?难道是什么占有欲或大男子主义在作祟?】
再比如,条件好的人是处,跟 条件差的人是处,是两个截然不同的概念。前者是需要忍受很多诱惑的,后者是缺乏机会。现今社会或许就存在着,条件差的男生自己缺乏机会而被迫处,却要求条件好的女生忍受诱惑而保持处,这何尝不是一种不平等?【女性和男性都普遍有性欲望,别整的跟男性个个就精虫上脑,女性个个都无欲无求】
我真正觉得恶心的、真正想批判的,是那些歧视、侮辱非处的nt,TA们竟然觉得一个人的价值就依附于一层膜上,满脑子的封建落后迂腐糟粕,给一层膜赋予非生物学意义的价值及观念,觉得 天底下所有的非处 就是不自爱、不自重、不干净,发明各式各样的词去荡妇羞辱。与此同时,自己却因非处身份而骄傲自豪,自己是非处反而还价值飙升、极富魅力,双标嘴脸何其恶心...
咱们脑子正常的人 应该反对的是这种对非处进行荡妇羞辱的双标nt,而非单纯有处情结的人。
其实时隔这么久我已经遗忘了很多剧情细节,大致就是在女主一行人打怪到大本营的时候,遇见了大boss,但是大boss用尽邪恶的表现手段,来表现自己是个很善良的人,这里就给整段的反差萌奠定了基调。反差也是喜剧的一大来源。
其实时隔这么久我已经遗忘了很多剧情细节,大致就是在女主一行人打怪到大本营的时候,遇见了大boss,但是大boss用尽邪恶的表现手段,来表现自己是个很善良的人,这里就给整段的反差萌奠定了基调。反差也是喜剧的一大来源。
其实我就想跟左派说,你支持就带一个回家去。喊口号多便宜啊,你带一个回家或者带一个家庭回家,住一起吃喝拉撒睡上学看病的开销你全管。我就服气。不然你花着别人的税款还要倒打一耙,我真的不知道要无耻到什么地步。这是个基本的数学题。在高收入人群生育意愿下降的情况下,三代以后来文的选举你没票来武的人数你更没人家多。来美国挺好,合法的来。if you get caught, i
其实我就想跟左派说,你支持就带一个回家去。喊口号多便宜啊,你带一个回家或者带一个家庭回家,住一起吃喝拉撒睡上学看病的开销你全管。我就服气。不然你花着别人的税款还要倒打一耙,我真的不知道要无耻到什么地步。这是个基本的数学题。在高收入人群生育意愿下降的情况下,三代以后来文的选举你没票来武的人数你更没人家多。来美国挺好,合法的来。if you get caught, it is on you.我确实反对遣返老兵,犯了罪应该坐牢然后继续做美国人,毕竟他们流过血。如果这是一个比惨的游戏那还要移民法干什么。大家都来不就行了。最恶心的是说不能因为轻罪就遣返,本来非法入境已经是犯法,闯红灯无照驾驶不是犯法嘛?犯法还有道理了?确实大多数非遗来了就是讨生活没犯罪,但是没有人提起非法入境本身就是犯罪嘛?不能和孩子分离,那为啥要一起带过来。知道有多少人生孩子只为了留在美国,孩子就是个工具。生一个也就算了,一生生三四个,这些公共开支谁来负担?
法律就是法律。没有规则,美国就会变成墨西哥。
补充一点,其实我们这种eb23的最可怜最没人管。税全交福利半点没有。根本就是待宰的羔羊。我们还不是天天怕lay off了前面n年就白等了?他们游泳偷渡过来苦,我们花了那么多钱辛苦读书找工作抽签不苦啊?他们做贡献我们交学费消费缴税没做贡献啊?
还是真的觉得好?!!!
耐着性子看完了第一集,被从里到外的sb惊到无语。那么多高分推荐的,我就想知道,是故意整人操作right?
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耐着性子看完了第一集,被从里到外的sb惊到无语。那么多高分推荐的,我就想知道,是故意整人操作right?
写不出140个字,让人起鸡皮疙瘩的做作,装b。剧情,演技,台词。。。。我不想再浪费时间评价好么
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写在前面:8/21释出的8集是第五季的前半部分,第五季一共有16集 ,因为疫情导致拍摄暂停,后半部分释出时间待定。
去年从第四季开始入坑,瞬间被魅力值爆表的男主和魔幻轻喜剧的题材所吸引。
刚刚回归的第五季
写在前面:8/21释出的8集是第五季的前半部分,第五季一共有16集 ,因为疫情导致拍摄暂停,后半部分释出时间待定。
去年从第四季开始入坑,瞬间被魅力值爆表的男主和魔幻轻喜剧的题材所吸引。
刚刚回归的第五季前8集,依旧是熟悉的配方,办案为辅,情感纠葛为主,当然也少不了男主秀身材(咳咳)。由于第四季的口碑收视双丰收,第五季经费也顺势增加:爆炸、秀天使之翼、秀魔鬼头等特效明显增多;E4梦回1964的复古服化布景肯定也砸金不少。男主也直接double,同时扮演狡猾邪恶的孪生兄弟Michael,演技没话说。
但说实话,本季一直到第五集E5才开始找回第四季的感觉。虽然E1开局用了不少Hell地狱的双关梗(He could go to hell; where the hell is he?等)还算巧用lucifer回到地狱这件事,但整体而言前四集要略逊一筹(本回答后半部分会更详细地分析(吐槽)这一点)
个人更爱后四集。尤其是E5-E7,不仅爆笑三连击,还有巧妙地分为男女主的疯狂撒糖三部曲(一吻定情,前戏调情,激情过后);两人终于板上钉钉也让人直呼“finally!”,我这种新粉都等得有点着急,更别说那些从第一季就开始追的老粉。鼓掌鼓掌,发来贺电。(其实他俩还不算磨得最久,我印象中《豪斯医生》可是磨蹭了整整六季,不仅中途还虚晃了一枪气死个人,最后还BE了;这部剧再怎么作最后也应该会是HE的吧,不然编剧真的等着被粉丝们寄刀片了……)
虽然个人对第四集有点异议(下文会细讲),但是这一集牵扯出的寻妈记倒却是十分感人。恶魔小姐姐Maze被母亲抛弃,找上母亲门后,却没来得及解开心结,母亲就已死去(母亲放弃永生,死后就灰飞烟灭,所以无法地狱再会)顺势牵连出心理医生Linda“失败母亲”的心结,重见女儿的那一段,好笑又心酸。两段相交,算是很成功的一段支线展开了。
另外后四集中法医小姐姐Ella的情感线也很让人揪心,本来以为全剧逗比欢乐可爱当担的Ella终于能找到一个志同道合的另一半、撒糖正撒得“乱花渐欲迷人眼”时,突然E8画风逆转,悬疑惊悚下残酷的真相被揭开,就好像硬生生一把撕下创口贴那般疼。一反“常态”、声泪俱下的Ella想必心中也是在滴血,可不止编剧能否发发善心,在剩下的一个半季中让Ella能有个好的归宿。
如果说倚大欺小、恃强凌弱是人性,那么,日影《儿童食堂》(こどもしょくどう 2019)似乎讲出了另一面,即保护弱小、对抗强力也是人性。弗洛伊德曾说:“我们应多多探讨儿童心理学,就能更了解成人的心理。”如是,解读一下本片中的儿童心理,对了解成人的行为亦有意义。
保护弱小似乎不仅仅是怜悯心的表达。“儿童食堂”的二位大厨,即勇人的父母,是一对有怜悯心的善良夫妇,他们不仅照顾儿子的同学贵志
如果说倚大欺小、恃强凌弱是人性,那么,日影《儿童食堂》(こどもしょくどう 2019)似乎讲出了另一面,即保护弱小、对抗强力也是人性。弗洛伊德曾说:“我们应多多探讨儿童心理学,就能更了解成人的心理。”如是,解读一下本片中的儿童心理,对了解成人的行为亦有意义。
保护弱小似乎不仅仅是怜悯心的表达。“儿童食堂”的二位大厨,即勇人的父母,是一对有怜悯心的善良夫妇,他们不仅照顾儿子的同学贵志的饮食,也愿意照顾儿子领回来的、被亲人遗弃的木下姐妹。因要经营食堂,他们对这些孩子的照顾也是有限的,不仅不能顾及太多,食物的提供上也就是个“顺便”,所以,他们被勇人指责:“你们不是什么也没做吗?”在勇人看来,根本性地解决贵志、木下姐妹的困境才算是有所行动,而他父母在食物之外并没有提供更多的“保护”措施,这点令勇人尤为不满。所以,贵志带着大家去寻找彩虹云、勇人竭力陪着木下姐妹去寻找她们的父母,便是他们在试图根本性地解决问题。如果说,在怜悯“弱小”的同时还有真正的行动,我们才称之为“保护”的话,那么,受其子的影响,二位大厨最后在食堂门外贴出:“小学生以下免费”的告示,应当算得上是一种他们力所能及的“保护弱小”的举措了。也正是因为这一举措,贵志撕下了受人“特别照顾”的标签,他可以不用低着头自卑地来食堂吃饭了,可以像其他客人一样在大堂用餐了,这也为他后来挥拳解决“霸凌”提供了必要前提。不仅勇人父母,勇人和贵志在“保护弱小”上都有实实在在的表现,特别是贵志,对任何事都不表态、不吱声的人,在帮忙解决木下姐妹问题上,却有着异乎寻常的热情,就更能说明问题了。以上,我们似乎可以说,孩子都有保护弱小的冲动,这应当是一种人性的体现。
然而,在强力面前,保护的冲动常常受制于力不从心。勇人遵父母之嘱照顾贵志,但在那帮霸凌者面前,他也只能选择沉默;看到木下姐妹赖以歇身的面包车被砸,他们只能选择逃跑。然而,这些都是因为无力而非无心对抗强力,也就是说,对抗强力也应是出自人之本性,这点从贵志前后行为变化可以看出。贵志因勇人父母的善举而摆脱自卑心理,但这也只能说是他挥拳解决霸凌的必要条件。还有重要的条件就是:他和勇人一起在照顾木下姐妹的过程中,他的心理发生了变化。这个变化就是他目睹了强力对弱小的摧残,这让他明白了:强力若不被阻止会逐步升级的。这不仅体现在他受霸凌的过程中,也体现在木下姐妹的车子被一步步摧毁的过程中。或许是想让衣食父母(食堂的二位大厨)不再担忧,或许是正义感被激发、想制止霸凌行为的漫延、升级,曾做出过“保护弱小”行为的贵志终于一改以往的懦弱向霸凌者挥拳了。当然,有力量对抗也是他行动的必要条件。可见,“对抗”之心应早已有之,只是先前受制于自卑而已。这是孩子自发产生的心理,当是本性使然。
可能有人会质疑:既然人皆有保护弱小、对抗强力之心,那为何最应有此心的木下姐妹的父亲木下次郎却做出抛弃亲生子女的行为呢?我觉得这是个案,应当具体分析。无论是基于何种原因,也无论我们作出何种猜测,我们只能肯定一点:他也是个弱者。我们不好为他行为辩护,个中原因实在弄不清楚。说不定他有意要将孩子留给社会,也说不定他已想好要轻生,还说不定他想在子女面前给自己留点尊严。无论怎样,让一个弱者再去保护另一个弱者,是没有多少道德强制力的;而且,他没做,不代表他不想做,毕竟带着孩子奔波,还保留着书包,说明他曾努力过。
如果说本片主要目的就是想通过孩子的行为说明人有“保护弱小对抗强力”的本性,那么,成人世界所主张的保护弱势群体、抑制强权的行为就有其合理性,因为这符合人性。(文/石板栽花 2020年5月4日星期一 感谢猪猪日剧字幕组提供本片中文字幕。)
看过中国合伙人2之后,感觉有的时候不是你的朋友懂你,可能最懂你的是对手,而你的对手也可能是最懂你的朋友。秦磊在楚振辉最难的时候,陪他一起度过。徐顺之也是对楚振辉帮助很大的一个人,但是楚振辉在后期发展的时候,没有听徐顺之的意见,否则就不会有资金条断裂的事情。唉,没事听听别人的意见,这是做公司,不是一个人就能成就大事的。
看过中国合伙人2之后,感觉有的时候不是你的朋友懂你,可能最懂你的是对手,而你的对手也可能是最懂你的朋友。秦磊在楚振辉最难的时候,陪他一起度过。徐顺之也是对楚振辉帮助很大的一个人,但是楚振辉在后期发展的时候,没有听徐顺之的意见,否则就不会有资金条断裂的事情。唉,没事听听别人的意见,这是做公司,不是一个人就能成就大事的。
其实多重性格挺考验演员演技的吧,演好了能看出来每个性格都是不同的(哪怕那是同一张脸),但是晓晴明显火候不够,也可能是她本身的长相和单纯善良不太符合的原因吧,总感觉她的性格分裂其区分并不明显。
还有就是也不知道妹子是不是最近戏上太多了的原因,不同电视剧中的不同人物,明明有着不同的性格,但是偏偏看起来都是同一个人……
其实多重性格挺考验演员演技的吧,演好了能看出来每个性格都是不同的(哪怕那是同一张脸),但是晓晴明显火候不够,也可能是她本身的长相和单纯善良不太符合的原因吧,总感觉她的性格分裂其区分并不明显。
还有就是也不知道妹子是不是最近戏上太多了的原因,不同电视剧中的不同人物,明明有着不同的性格,但是偏偏看起来都是同一个人……
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
旧军阀时代,轰轰烈烈的新文化运动给有志青年带来了思想革命。现实却残酷至极,虽然提倡新女性,虽然各种新观念振奋人心,但根本不存在自由平等的环境。都是不切实际的幻梦,社会的规则仍然是顽固不化的传统和弱肉强食的兽性。
林杭景本来有机会自由恋爱,本来可以做更多对社会有益的事,成就自我。可自从被一个强势的男人
旧军阀时代,轰轰烈烈的新文化运动给有志青年带来了思想革命。现实却残酷至极,虽然提倡新女性,虽然各种新观念振奋人心,但根本不存在自由平等的环境。都是不切实际的幻梦,社会的规则仍然是顽固不化的传统和弱肉强食的兽性。
林杭景本来有机会自由恋爱,本来可以做更多对社会有益的事,成就自我。可自从被一个强势的男人——萧三少盯上,命运就被锁进了牢笼。
就像农村里一直被绳索锁住的狗一样,偶尔一次挣脱锁链,四处游走,体验到了自由自在。等被主人捉回来,没有意外的话,仍旧是被锁住,直到生命结束。而那一次的自由就像梦一样,只能加剧一生的压抑和痛苦。
这部电影明显就是盗版外国的《嫁我吧,哥们》这部电影吗?我还看过一遍。现在的导演和编剧真把观众当傻子吗?整个世界是不是就你们俩上网呀?我们不上网呀?你盗版能不能尊重一下原版。整一个什么玩意?真是我上我也行。整个笑点特别尴尬。好像那种人强奸一样,你看看老一代喜剧人特别自然,你看看你们。恶心。幸亏是关着门的。
这部电影明显就是盗版外国的《嫁我吧,哥们》这部电影吗?我还看过一遍。现在的导演和编剧真把观众当傻子吗?整个世界是不是就你们俩上网呀?我们不上网呀?你盗版能不能尊重一下原版。整一个什么玩意?真是我上我也行。整个笑点特别尴尬。好像那种人强奸一样,你看看老一代喜剧人特别自然,你看看你们。恶心。幸亏是关着门的。
歌舞青春和僵尸肖恩的合体,剧情欢快感人,编剧很有创意,画面好看,人物设定也不错,颜值看着也顺眼,轻松诙谐幽默,建议带个音质好的耳机看,听着音乐看MV,影片里的僵尸都变得顺眼了,说实话里面的几首歌曲真的好听,本想无聊随便找个电影打发时间,结果出人意外。
生活就是这样,总能给你一些小惊喜~~
歌舞青春和僵尸肖恩的合体,剧情欢快感人,编剧很有创意,画面好看,人物设定也不错,颜值看着也顺眼,轻松诙谐幽默,建议带个音质好的耳机看,听着音乐看MV,影片里的僵尸都变得顺眼了,说实话里面的几首歌曲真的好听,本想无聊随便找个电影打发时间,结果出人意外。
生活就是这样,总能给你一些小惊喜~~
看完六号车厢我真的迷失了。我的疑问比看悬疑片还多。这么多人说男的可爱纯情sexy,说这是一段浪漫的旅程。有事儿吗?这个男的和女主初次见面的情景是醉着酒抽着烟,边摸女主边问候:出来卖淫的?——真是浪漫的开始,也很容易看出男主的可爱纯情。所以对男性的评价体系是不是有大病,男的随意无礼,粗暴,但加上一点点好,就变成反差的萌,变成可爱变成超级善良!还有非常错误表达自己感情的部分(羞于承受女主的好意就
看完六号车厢我真的迷失了。我的疑问比看悬疑片还多。这么多人说男的可爱纯情sexy,说这是一段浪漫的旅程。有事儿吗?这个男的和女主初次见面的情景是醉着酒抽着烟,边摸女主边问候:出来卖淫的?——真是浪漫的开始,也很容易看出男主的可爱纯情。所以对男性的评价体系是不是有大病,男的随意无礼,粗暴,但加上一点点好,就变成反差的萌,变成可爱变成超级善良!还有非常错误表达自己感情的部分(羞于承受女主的好意就赌气般逃走,车厢新人来了莫名其妙生气等等),明明就是非常幼稚,也非常不懂爱,真的很讨厌,却形容为纯情我也是无语。
以及他们之间的浪漫是不是根本是在意淫,真的很难不怀疑导演(男)编剧(男)在意淫。女主设定是有女朋友的人,旅途上经受一个男人醉酒骚扰,后面几天却爱上他,现实生活中有这种可能性吗?真的不是疾病吗?看不出这种感情是怎么转变怎么建立的,难道她是怎么被女友伤透了心吗?以至于一个问候她是不是卖淫的人都能给她这么多弥足珍贵的瞬间。
我很惊讶,真的有电影居然能做到在任何一个方面都达到如此平庸而窘迫的烂,这是一种让你提不起喷它的欲望的烂。每个情节中很微妙地都散发着一丝心照不宣的尴尬,就像夏天在厨房里放了一夜的食物,尝在嘴里好像能分辨出一丢丢似是而非的微酸,让你拿不准到底坏了没,倒掉可惜,吃掉膈应。不过还是有值得表扬之处——本片对青春期男生会错意、表错白这一情节的表现是我见过最精准到位的。meh鼓起勇气对公主表白之后,公主那
我很惊讶,真的有电影居然能做到在任何一个方面都达到如此平庸而窘迫的烂,这是一种让你提不起喷它的欲望的烂。每个情节中很微妙地都散发着一丝心照不宣的尴尬,就像夏天在厨房里放了一夜的食物,尝在嘴里好像能分辨出一丢丢似是而非的微酸,让你拿不准到底坏了没,倒掉可惜,吃掉膈应。不过还是有值得表扬之处——本片对青春期男生会错意、表错白这一情节的表现是我见过最精准到位的。meh鼓起勇气对公主表白之后,公主那个“你人不错我也对你挺有好感的但是hemmmmmmm”的表情真是2333333
这个片子有点为辽国(契丹)招魂的意思。还有拔高某民族的意思,就像不少人在怀念强汉盛唐的光荣岁月一样。
这质感,仿佛90年代廉价电视剧。
剧情混乱,而且俗套。
充斥的歌曲让人以为是民歌MV集锦。虽然有些听着还行。但别忘了这是电影。
十年后再偷情,终于圆了梦(跟《港囧》什么的是一样的,怎么都想跟心目中的女神来一发才甘心),然后爱人死于袭击者手下,而
这个片子有点为辽国(契丹)招魂的意思。还有拔高某民族的意思,就像不少人在怀念强汉盛唐的光荣岁月一样。
这质感,仿佛90年代廉价电视剧。
剧情混乱,而且俗套。
充斥的歌曲让人以为是民歌MV集锦。虽然有些听着还行。但别忘了这是电影。
十年后再偷情,终于圆了梦(跟《港囧》什么的是一样的,怎么都想跟心目中的女神来一发才甘心),然后爱人死于袭击者手下,而女主以身挡箭为掩护男主而死的桥段可谓老土到极。
花絮看,这片子就是一宣传广告。
霓虹国盛产暖心的小故事。上司和后辈同时喜欢上自己,这种情节的设定其实是很“直”的。但是恰恰这种“直”被活生生的掰成了“弯”。再加上特有的日式激动和日式煽情,显得又不合理,又理所当然。意想不到的是结局竟然是bl向。不过这不是正是大家想要看到的吗。
同志片的主旋律是社会压力和自我认同。当然还要配上主角的颜和身材。其实很容易理解。虽然世界各地的婚姻平权运动搞得轰轰烈烈,但是这样的感情毕
霓虹国盛产暖心的小故事。上司和后辈同时喜欢上自己,这种情节的设定其实是很“直”的。但是恰恰这种“直”被活生生的掰成了“弯”。再加上特有的日式激动和日式煽情,显得又不合理,又理所当然。意想不到的是结局竟然是bl向。不过这不是正是大家想要看到的吗。
同志片的主旋律是社会压力和自我认同。当然还要配上主角的颜和身材。其实很容易理解。虽然世界各地的婚姻平权运动搞得轰轰烈烈,但是这样的感情毕竟是少数的。每一位同志应该都要经历“认识自己”(我可能不是gay吧)这个阶段。过了这个阶段以后,就是“放飞自己”(约炮),在之后可能是“回归自己”(找到固定伴侣)。主角身材有料颜值又高,剧情和看剧的人产生共鸣,这个剧就算是成功了。一些粗制滥造同志网剧就是这个路子。
但是《大叔之爱》给了我们更多的可能。几位主角的颜值不是主流的同志片审美。春田身材不错,但是也无法掩盖他蠢直男的行径。上司虽然人到中年,却没有油腻感。后辈鲜肉感不强却给人一种踏实的感觉。
剧情也越过了世俗的界限,同事对于这样的办公室同志恋情的态度是完全祝福的,离婚以后,妻子还支持前夫追求自己的幸福。父亲虽然看到自己的儿子带男友回家很生气,但是下一秒却能安心的泡澡。
这样的世界,没有性别的局限。没有异样的眼光,没有自我的羞愧,只有爱。
希望更多的同志故事可以和大叔之爱一样,平凡到让每一个人都期待降临在自己身上,是的,没有取向,只有爱。