少女有一个听障且不会说话的妈妈,妈妈在一家小厂上班,她在一边打工一边准备司法考试。工厂负责人盯上了少女,并且强奸了,少女杀死了他,并被盼入狱。室友们都是凶神恶煞一样,狱警也和恶鬼一样,但是她怀孕了。。。。
这是一部分很让人有感触的电影
全剧最神经的人听到爸爸死了以后也要去看一看他的遗体
少女有一个听障且不会说话的妈妈,妈妈在一家小厂上班,她在一边打工一边准备司法考试。工厂负责人盯上了少女,并且强奸了,少女杀死了他,并被盼入狱。室友们都是凶神恶煞一样,狱警也和恶鬼一样,但是她怀孕了。。。。
这是一部分很让人有感触的电影
全剧最神经的人听到爸爸死了以后也要去看一看他的遗体,最后石头的心也开出了温暖的花。
全剧妈妈有三次奔跑,一次在寻找女儿的时候,一次在看望女儿的路上,一次在给女儿买东西的归途,妈妈为了女儿还学会了说话。
这是一部正向剧
剧中除了开头和结尾,一切的一切都是那么温暖,一切的一切都是那么美好。
剧里的人都是那么的美好:看似凶神恶煞的狱警,在得知女孩怀孕了以后,会将女孩调换到最好的最轻松的最赚钱的工作。
一个牢房的人知道女孩是最小的以后都会照顾他、保护她,防止她受欺负,防止被外面的恶所沾染。
出卖身体的人会特别关爱精神有些不好的室友,会特别照顾他们,死刑犯大姐会去接关禁闭的室友回来。
当一个牢房的人知道她怀孕了以后会完全的照顾她,瞒着她给孩子做衣服,把最喜欢的书送给她,甚至精神最不好的人也偷偷的给她准备礼物给孩子准备玩具。
这也是一部反向剧
为什么会有那种人渣!这种人不是死不足惜么?
为什么法律会这么判决?!即使他死了那不是也有罪么?女孩不也应该是无罪的么?
为什么要这么对待一个母亲?一个家庭?
为什么要让一个人忍受如此长的痛苦,在最后才知道亲情的美好。
整体看下来水晶珠子没断过,一直在掉,尤其看到妈妈给女儿送的吃的送不进去的时候,看到她为了女儿学会说话的时候,更是忍不住的想起了自己的父母,想起那些在我们周围的那些人,是不是也在保护着我们?是不是在为我们做着些什么?
结尾给人无限的空间去猜,也许是不好的结尾,但,我更相信那是一个美好的结局。
本来抱有很大期待,毕竟之前看举重妖精金福珠后很喜欢南演员,结果前几集看下来槽多无口,不吐不快。
首先是对于工程师和硬核科技创业的肆无忌惮的冒犯。为何一定要强行给女主安一个高中学历loser人设,并让她来lead一群“想不明白商业模式”的技术宅,只因为她有business sense?这年头人人都有价值10亿美
本来抱有很大期待,毕竟之前看举重妖精金福珠后很喜欢南演员,结果前几集看下来槽多无口,不吐不快。
首先是对于工程师和硬核科技创业的肆无忌惮的冒犯。为何一定要强行给女主安一个高中学历loser人设,并让她来lead一群“想不明白商业模式”的技术宅,只因为她有business sense?这年头人人都有价值10亿美元的点子,就差一个程序员了?神经网络被女主解读为“很浪漫”,无数熬秃头的程序员们会不会哭出声?如果高中毕业、只卖过咖啡、完全不懂技术的女主选择一个重运营的创业方向,好比说她爹做的外卖网站,可能是合理的,但是硬核科技创业,真的不是这种背景能handle的。创业团队本就资源非常有限,人人都需要有充足的贡献,怎么能有一个只动动嘴皮子出出点子其他啥忙也帮不上的CEO?如果说只是为了去跟投资人pre,有资本市场相关经验的人选也远远更适合。
其次是对于投资人极度浅薄的理解。一个非常有技术实力的团队,绝不会因为短期内没有明确的商业模式而被放弃,早期投资的核心逻辑是不错过独角兽而不是避免项目死了亏钱,早期投资的成功率本身就不足20%,有一项非常厉害的长处绝对是可以支持团队拿到钱的,更何况这还是壁垒极高的技术。again,动嘴皮子的人到处都是,能结结实实做出来技术的人屈指可数,现在钱多、好项目少,哪里会出现这种拥有强大技术实力的团队,投资机构见完一圈拿不到钱的情况。以及,有一种投资叫做“战略投资”,不计较财务回报的,建议编剧了解一下。
最后是关于女主为了给奶奶买热狗餐车休学。这个设定非常反智,连孤儿男二都知道要想办法挣钱念书,女主的经济情况总比男二要强?既然考上一个好学校,先想办法念书,念完书出来找到好工作再好好照顾奶奶是显见期望收益更高的路子?毕竟虽然没有好学历不等于没办法成功,但是有好学历获得成功的几率一定大得多?一鸣有句话说得好,成功人士的核心能力是延迟满足。女主被设定的如此短视,这种决策能力当CEO真的大丈夫?
姐姐,和世兄配一脸啊,感觉俩人就是为了坏二坏,真心难受,俩人三观都有极大的问题啊,大家真的能忍么?
还有就是这么优秀的男主为啥要爱上这么普通的女主,就因为她是女主么╮( ̄▽ ̄)╭。
全剧最有亮点的就是小皇帝了,有王者风范,演技自然,比其他演员演的都要出彩。
好想知道,女主每次叫男主,叫的到底是什么呀?口型看根本不是秋迟啊,我一直困扰着,能不能有人帮我解答一
姐姐,和世兄配一脸啊,感觉俩人就是为了坏二坏,真心难受,俩人三观都有极大的问题啊,大家真的能忍么?
还有就是这么优秀的男主为啥要爱上这么普通的女主,就因为她是女主么╮( ̄▽ ̄)╭。
全剧最有亮点的就是小皇帝了,有王者风范,演技自然,比其他演员演的都要出彩。
好想知道,女主每次叫男主,叫的到底是什么呀?口型看根本不是秋迟啊,我一直困扰着,能不能有人帮我解答一下啊?
曾经想过一个问题:“我们所有人的钱财财富都是从那里来的?”其实一层一层逐个推析,我们一直掠夺自然,与自然斗争,才能够存活下去。如果站在一个经济发展的角度,对自然产生影响是一定会发生的。但是为什么会有人,比如本片中的父亲和他的朋友为了保护自然而不惧重重困难,教会那些鸟儿一个更好的迁徙路线来保护这些濒危物种呢?我认为原因是他们是生物学家,他们在不断地研究当中找到了自然
曾经想过一个问题:“我们所有人的钱财财富都是从那里来的?”其实一层一层逐个推析,我们一直掠夺自然,与自然斗争,才能够存活下去。如果站在一个经济发展的角度,对自然产生影响是一定会发生的。但是为什么会有人,比如本片中的父亲和他的朋友为了保护自然而不惧重重困难,教会那些鸟儿一个更好的迁徙路线来保护这些濒危物种呢?我认为原因是他们是生物学家,他们在不断地研究当中找到了自然的美,自然的和谐。中国古代就有这么一群诗人,我们把他们这个群体称作“田园派”。他们隐居山林,享受自然之美,与自然融为一体。从而达到一种“有诸中而无待于外”的状态——他们的精神世界和真实的生动的自然世界又有什么区别呢?而这种状态也同样发生在科斯迪安和他的朋友身上——他们选择了这条路并付出了这么多努力,他们早就已经在追求一种与世俗之人追求的有所不同了。
其实人与自然不应该是一个纵向“殖民”的关系,人与自然也可以建成平等的横向关系。
这是影评,自然少不了对电影镜头的分析。在这个电影里最让我印象深刻有二:1.他们跨过万般阻难却在到达极圈还差最后一步时却受到了命运的嘲弄。我认为这是电影中情节的可以安排——极圈这个地方正是引导鸟儿往回飞的地步。所谓万事开头难——极圈的寒冷也正好印证了这是电影中最黑暗的情节(我私认为)。2.在最后,画面不断压缩,最后指向天空,托马斯完成壮举的地方。也是这一切的开始——这是鸟儿飞翔之地。这是一个轮回结束的地方,又是另一个轮回开始的地方。
其实,人与人的影响也在这部影片中体现——父亲虽然勇敢但是在最关键的时候还是会踌躇不前,就像有的时候随着我们个人的成长,随着知识面的增广而在选择来临之时更加的犹豫——因为我们要考虑的更多。但是这时托马斯站了出来——他没有深思熟虑就启动了飞机,这也同时推了他的父亲一把。让他做出抉择
私认为这个电影有一条暗线——托马斯的成长,他的成长来自于他多付了一份责任——作为鸟儿的父母,教会他们一条迁徙路线。这让他不能够再任性地做他自己了。同时,这一份责任也造就了他的鲁莽——他最后起飞“逃走”也是因为他与这些鸟儿产生了一种特殊的羁绊。但是如果这种事情发生在现在,我认为这个小男孩估计是会死的。
总而言之,这部电影融合了人与人,人与自然的一种思考,向我们抛出一个问题:“人与自然应该如何相处?”当然,它也在里面回答了一点——
"我们所生活的世界并不是从祖先哪里继承来的 ,而是从我们的子孙后代那里借来的。"
这部电影我开始以为盗墓的,没想到是杂片,没有一点喜剧,看着根本没有一点想笑,感情勾的不怎么好,女主角到底是谁,是月儿,古时9还是其它,我感觉这个演员全部都是新手,还不如鬼吹灯扣人心弦,那令人害怕的死亡海竟是几个兵打出来的假象,开头的不是说到一个把黑衣服女的和一个秃头牧民被抓,还有一个好像是搞化学实验的人,那人是谁,兵的老大是为了什么留在那片草原?如果目的是钱,那干嘛杀人,而且手下也不应该不知
这部电影我开始以为盗墓的,没想到是杂片,没有一点喜剧,看着根本没有一点想笑,感情勾的不怎么好,女主角到底是谁,是月儿,古时9还是其它,我感觉这个演员全部都是新手,还不如鬼吹灯扣人心弦,那令人害怕的死亡海竟是几个兵打出来的假象,开头的不是说到一个把黑衣服女的和一个秃头牧民被抓,还有一个好像是搞化学实验的人,那人是谁,兵的老大是为了什么留在那片草原?如果目的是钱,那干嘛杀人,而且手下也不应该不知道目的而烧掉500万,这不合道理啊。还有俄罗斯的人,他们怎么知道那个地方有“宝”,难道是GPS定位?还有俄罗斯的三个女人,她们到底有没有得到钱,不是说去和老梁去拿现金吗,怎么不去,就算天黑了不去,那不应该在洞里的时候就把老梁拿出来,应该让老梁在洞里过夜,第二天才押他拿钱啊。你们有没有发现,俄罗斯的三个女的全拿钱,男的全守人。不过群演很多,美女也比较多,我感觉好像全部人都是从人群里找来的群演,还是比较节约成本的,这部剧就好像初中的那篇《口技》,道具简单,几部车,几把枪,几个骷髅头,几台摄影机,几十个群演,再挖几个洞而已,没有特效,没有天车拉钢丝……是真正弘扬中华的勤俭节约精神啊。
梦想的初衷无非是成为自己心中最好的自己,完成最有意义的一生。也就是说“梦想”就是“成为……样的自己”,既可以崇高耀眼,也可以平凡美好,甚至可以自我满足。可常常有人在追逐“梦想”过程中忽略了身边的风景、牺牲了双脚的步态、丢掉了最重要的“自己”。本片用一个现代美式童话故事探讨了这个话题。
童话故事之妙在于,它的虚拟与美好,让人轻松地把自己放在主人公的角色中,代入感地随着主人公面对选择
梦想的初衷无非是成为自己心中最好的自己,完成最有意义的一生。也就是说“梦想”就是“成为……样的自己”,既可以崇高耀眼,也可以平凡美好,甚至可以自我满足。可常常有人在追逐“梦想”过程中忽略了身边的风景、牺牲了双脚的步态、丢掉了最重要的“自己”。本片用一个现代美式童话故事探讨了这个话题。
童话故事之妙在于,它的虚拟与美好,让人轻松地把自己放在主人公的角色中,代入感地随着主人公面对选择,投影式地思考自己的人生。女主角夏洛特集美貌、能力、果敢、机遇于一身,女国务卿的身份让她俨然一个漫威女超人的存在。而这样的夏洛特没能幸免地陷在把“做梦”当成“做自己”的人生误会之中。
夏洛特的英雄梦,竟突然间变得触手可得,她陷入迷失也实在值得理解。毕竟面对成为总统的这种终极英雄梦,没有谁会不热血沸腾,特别是夏洛特这样的英雄主义者。所以,当面对现任总统“任性”的职业再规划后,夏洛特和团队开始契合大众、媒体、政客的认知与口味,有计划地向竞选下一任总统而发起进攻。
为了赢得选票,夏洛特一方面改变言行举止,改观大众对“性感”、“美女”职场偏见;另一方面意以促成一项环保议题来提高竞支持率。为此,团队需要一个撰稿人。于是,童话中拯救公主的骑士出场了。因言行激进而失业的优秀记者、与夏洛特有过一段年少纠葛的弗莱德,在团队担忧的眼神中被吸纳成为撰稿人。
果然,担忧是有原因的。先不说弗莱德过于随意、与政客不符的衣着举止,单是他因不愿妥协修改协议条款而大闹协谈宴会就令团队头疼不已。但也是这次冲突让夏洛特反思“在有资格制定游戏规则之前,先遵守游戏规则”的妥协是否有背初衷。朝夕相处下,夏洛特少年时代的自我被唤醒,而两人的情愫也悄悄苏醒。
做自己,当然不是放任自流,而是按照自己的原则与方式去肩负起所选择角色的责任。顶着酒精与花妆的夏洛特能够临危受命成功地完成国际谈判营救出人质,可见她对于责任感与使命感的自我要求,但恰是这份自我要求也成为利益对立方的要挟筹码:在竞选结果面前,协议内容、爱情对象是否都要成为牺牲品?
童话故事总有圆满的结局,夏洛特做回了自己,也做圆了梦想。但对于平凡人来说,意志坚决地划出一条通向梦想的人生轨迹,不忘初心地勇敢前行就足以了不起了。至于是否真的能够抵达梦想,那真的不完全服从于主观能动。况且,同一个梦想有那么多人在做,而自己只有自己才能做。如果在“做梦”和“做自己”的中做一个选择,那么我选择“做自己”。
第一次在中国电影资料馆看黑白老片 带劲儿! 感觉这是一部历史意义与艺术意义同样重大的佳作。出自《神女》导演吴永刚之手。1940年的黑白电影 全程靠演员的表演撑起一台戏【觉得更像戏剧】 场景切换全靠黑屏 字幕是从右到左 剧情居然还是蛮有看点的 不算很套路 白雪和后娘穿的是比较符合原剧情 但是宅子里的仆人都穿的很民国 有长衫什么的7个小矮人全场最佳!!!演技爆表 特别是顽固的那
第一次在中国电影资料馆看黑白老片 带劲儿! 感觉这是一部历史意义与艺术意义同样重大的佳作。出自《神女》导演吴永刚之手。1940年的黑白电影 全程靠演员的表演撑起一台戏【觉得更像戏剧】 场景切换全靠黑屏 字幕是从右到左 剧情居然还是蛮有看点的 不算很套路 白雪和后娘穿的是比较符合原剧情 但是宅子里的仆人都穿的很民国 有长衫什么的7个小矮人全场最佳!!!演技爆表 特别是顽固的那个简直小傲娇 小哑巴 和 怕羞 也特别萌白雪睡觉 然后灵魂出窍了 看到的时候是懵逼的【心想 敢情还是部魔幻现实主义?】 然后7个小矮人变成动画里的形象 【??还有两个细节 睡觉前白雪跟小矮人他们讲 从前有个白雪公主 的故事 然后大家对号入座 代入身份 还有小哑巴误吃了肥皂 然后吐泡泡 那个泡泡就突然从真的泡泡变成动画特效 然后小哑巴一碰 就发出那个音效(这个感觉好像没什么 但是看的时候仿佛能体会到那个年代看到动画特效与之前的电影技术融合的惊奇】还有个递进的层次 一开始博士让手下大块头 赶走无关人等 后来叫大块头无论如何挡住他们 哪怕杀死他们 最后直接给他把枪 能一步步感受到博士的丧心病狂传达了一些特定年代的思想 比如 小矮人坚持移山 小男孩一直说要勇敢要坚持 【卧槽而且他拿走大块头的枪 说战术 什么人多力量大 从旁边包抄 的时候 我瞬间想到毛泽东???可能因为他的发型吧】还有 顽固 一直说 女人就是祸水 就是麻烦 后娘自己说的一句【我是女人,我怎么可能没有嫉恨之心呢】 诶有很多值得回味的小细节: 场记突现打板,全场大笑 集体出戏黑白老片就像vintage一样值得回味 它既有那个时代的烙印,又向下个世纪的新新人类们表达着那个时代。
2016年下半年上映了很多大片,而踩着2016年尾巴上映的《冒牌卧底》,无疑为2016年的电影名单中添了意外又异彩的一笔。
2016年下半年上映了很多大片,而踩着2016年尾巴上映的《冒牌卧底》,无疑为2016年的电影名单中添了意外又异彩的一笔。
就是觉得舌头硬,说不清楚,不知道是故意表演还是真的说话不利索?
??点心疼老艺术家!
很久没有看过李雪健了,希望老人家身体好!
刚开始看,五星是冲着老演员的,希望这个剧能对得起我们的希望!
声音和咬文嚼字??气无力的,虽然感觉很真实,老年人一般也确实是这样,
在《北部湾人家》里,李雪健饰演一位老革命干部,对孩子们的生活和工作不放心,
就是觉得舌头硬,说不清楚,不知道是故意表演还是真的说话不利索?
??点心疼老艺术家!
很久没有看过李雪健了,希望老人家身体好!
刚开始看,五星是冲着老演员的,希望这个剧能对得起我们的希望!
声音和咬文嚼字??气无力的,虽然感觉很真实,老年人一般也确实是这样,
在《北部湾人家》里,李雪健饰演一位老革命干部,对孩子们的生活和工作不放心,心情低落,他的内心需要安慰的时候,生活了一辈子的教授夫人就在身边,而他却说,我很想念我的父亲和母亲,想起我小的时候,在父母身边的快乐时光。人们最脆弱的一面,还是想在父母跟前求得安慰,其他任何人都不可替代,血缘是最原始的密码,父母的爱是世界上最无私的。李雪健在表演技术上,以特色动作,细部表情,节奏力度等方面的高难度精准处理,可谓是全方位嗣响了老辈演艺界第一人,堪称表演教科书经典范本。李雪健老师是圈内唯一一个大陆港澳台四地各个奖项,就是叫的上名字的各类大小奖项拿了一个遍的艺人,这才是真正的大满贯,圈里大小小几万名艺人,老艺术家也有接近上百位,他是唯一一个拿了大满贯的,属于京圈大佬之一,家里有一个50多平的房间,专门放奖杯和证书。
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
桑野从一个性格孤僻古怪但内心善良温暖的土冒中年人,变成了一个性格更加古怪甚至偏执狂的鸡汤后宫中年男。
上一季用了一整季传达了一个的观点——因为喜欢,所以愿意做出改变。
结果桑野,哈哈哈,他又改回去了。
不要紧,医生阿姨还是嫁了个有钱人,能接受,我们就当再刷个平行时空也可以嘛。
但这主创好像集体掉线了!
桑野演技不在线不说,整个人就像
桑野从一个性格孤僻古怪但内心善良温暖的土冒中年人,变成了一个性格更加古怪甚至偏执狂的鸡汤后宫中年男。
上一季用了一整季传达了一个的观点——因为喜欢,所以愿意做出改变。
结果桑野,哈哈哈,他又改回去了。
不要紧,医生阿姨还是嫁了个有钱人,能接受,我们就当再刷个平行时空也可以嘛。
但这主创好像集体掉线了!
桑野演技不在线不说,整个人就像一个治好了强迫症却又冒充强迫症的疯子。
上一季温馨琐碎的小幽默这一集全没了。
摄影和配乐乃至构图和编剧都他妈的有问题。上一季平行展示了医生和桑野的不婚原因,你心中骂着“这两人他娘的不是绝配么?”看着两人平行走过来那座桥,钦定了两人,让你有种恨不得冲进去逼两人当场拜堂的冲动,让你为后面的发展抓耳挠腮。
这源于对角色的塑造完美,上一季用了巨多的篇幅来塑造一个角色,而本季第一集对角色的塑造和交代只是流于角色的视觉和口头。
“桑野,怪家伙。”
“医生,结婚了。”
“我,大律师,醉心工作忘了结婚。”
“我,奈绪大美女,没得剧情。”
上一季的医生和凉子对话,凉子说:“感觉就像我没有驾照就开车上路了一样,到处碰壁。”
医生:“人生和恋爱是没有驾照的。”
凉子:“感觉医生你就会安全驾驶。”
医生(苦笑):“我可能停在车库很长时间了。”
凉子可爱医生沉稳,但两人都有爱情的苦恼,这对话也为二人的友谊打下基础,而这类有趣的台词在这一季第一集几乎没有,只有桑野那little gay speech,给你猛灌一股子浓汤宝兑水的假鸡汤。
主创好像忘了第一季好评的原因,温馨的日常,琐碎有趣的事情,完整的人。
而这一季的人好像成了空壳,流于人设而失去了最原始的人味。
上一季桑野生日无人祝福,我们同情他想要看他的改变。这一季桑野无人喜欢,但我们毫无波澜,因为我们闻到了王道后宫番的味道。
以桑野那胆小怕事的性格,怎么可能在不受良心折磨的时候,随随便便挺身而出啊!!
挺身而出啊!
而出啊!
出啊!
上一季的桑野:口头上以自己为主,实则建房以顾客需求为准,人性为本。为了让顾客能够满意,却不损害自己的底线,会自己去采购商那调价。
这一季的桑野:口头上以人性为本,实则建房以自己为准,以“我觉得”为准。为了彰显自己的偏执,化身桑晓明,把屋子建成“无惧离婚套房”。
上一季的桑野:见不得别人说他不好,但实际上有在听,虽然不情不愿,但还是尝试改进和接受。
这一季的桑野:见不得别人说他不好,实际上也真觉得自己没有不好,化身桑晓明,不想办法解决问题而是想办法解决提出问题者。
上一季的桑野:不为女色所动,做最古怪的自己。神仙单身理论提出者,践行者。
这一季的桑野:不为逻辑所动,做最发情的自己。痴汉舔狗行为的伪装者,鸡汤界的心灵导师,演讲界的龙傲天。(当然,换我我也舔,毕竟从医龙一勃起至今。)
这样的桑野一点都不讨喜。
我们喜欢桑野,因为他既真实却又不真实。
他来自于艺术的塑造,他高学历、中产阶级、做自己喜欢工作,我们渴望成为这样的人,我们崇拜桑野。
他来自于生活的构成,一堆臭毛病,强装自己还行,内心温暖而善良,这是我们不被社会接纳的本我,社会现实和风气嘲笑我们的善良和软弱,我们就是那样的人,我们就是桑野。
为了融入社会,我们把个性和自我磨灭,而桑野不,他倔强偏执的展现着自己的古怪,像一颗扭曲蜿蜒却充满生命力的苍松!
这是我们向往而期待的,那没有被社会磨灭的,理想中的自己。
或许我没遇见你的话,四十岁的我就是这个样子。
我便是桑野,或者说人人都是桑野。
而这一季的桑野,我却感到陌生。
刚开始毕业进入的小公司 真的学到了很多 也是个温暖的四人小团体 为了得到更大的学习空间开始杭漂来到了一个相对较大的公司 有勾心斗角 有尔虞我诈 也一直在迷茫 不得不说在心情和浮躁的时候 这个沙雕有bug的剧也给我工作带来很大的感想 人是否要为自己的梦想买单 以后要做什么 要有什么样的生活呢?不知道 这个可能需要一生去探索吧!ps:男女主我觉得挺甜的 徐老板
刚开始毕业进入的小公司 真的学到了很多 也是个温暖的四人小团体 为了得到更大的学习空间开始杭漂来到了一个相对较大的公司 有勾心斗角 有尔虞我诈 也一直在迷茫 不得不说在心情和浮躁的时候 这个沙雕有bug的剧也给我工作带来很大的感想 人是否要为自己的梦想买单 以后要做什么 要有什么样的生活呢?不知道 这个可能需要一生去探索吧!ps:男女主我觉得挺甜的 徐老板人也太好了吧 为老婆 为员工 真的好好哭啊!羊毛卷摄影师小弟弟和浙雅轩飒姐姐也好好磕 嘿嘿??
讨论仅限演员呈现人设所感,不上升任何争议、人身攻击。杠起来就是您对,龇牙tuituitui…
讨论仅限演员呈现人设所感,不上升任何争议、人身攻击。杠起来就是您对,龇牙tuituitui…
《何仙姑修仙记》中有逼真的动画特效、酷炫的武打动作、唯美的画面、凄美的爱恨情仇,还有丰富多彩的搞笑情节。
看完让人思考,男女关系到底该如何相处,一段爱情要如何建立,做人不能贪心一直索取,而毫无付出,不靠自己的努力得来的也不是自己的。
我们该如何对待自己喜欢的人?是毫无保留的付出全部吗?
喜欢自己的和自己喜欢的选择哪个会更佳?
是否应该向权势低头
《何仙姑修仙记》中有逼真的动画特效、酷炫的武打动作、唯美的画面、凄美的爱恨情仇,还有丰富多彩的搞笑情节。
看完让人思考,男女关系到底该如何相处,一段爱情要如何建立,做人不能贪心一直索取,而毫无付出,不靠自己的努力得来的也不是自己的。
我们该如何对待自己喜欢的人?是毫无保留的付出全部吗?
喜欢自己的和自己喜欢的选择哪个会更佳?
是否应该向权势低头?
影片中想表达的东西深入去看确实会引人深思,还是值得推荐的。
F22超低空去扔几百磅的普通炸弹。F22都养得起,能不能随便弄几发云爆弹用用?集束炸弹也能勉强用啊。
明知道这帮怪兽防高,小队里连个重火力都不配,班用机枪、榴弹发射器、单兵火箭筒,一堆人拿着 AR是去打吃鸡吧?
最后的海上堡垒,好几层的防御,居然最主要的防御是靠第一层水雷!然后完全靠普通士兵拿着单兵武器哒哒哒。现代密集阵近防炮连几十枚高速导弹的饱和攻击都扛得下,一群
F22超低空去扔几百磅的普通炸弹。F22都养得起,能不能随便弄几发云爆弹用用?集束炸弹也能勉强用啊。
明知道这帮怪兽防高,小队里连个重火力都不配,班用机枪、榴弹发射器、单兵火箭筒,一堆人拿着 AR是去打吃鸡吧?
最后的海上堡垒,好几层的防御,居然最主要的防御是靠第一层水雷!然后完全靠普通士兵拿着单兵武器哒哒哒。现代密集阵近防炮连几十枚高速导弹的饱和攻击都扛得下,一群跑起来追野马都费半天劲的怪兽,居然水花都打不起几朵就攻进来了!估计指挥官没玩过塔防,要把所有的空地儿都建上炮塔呀!要快点把机枪塔升级为密集阵炮塔呀!怪兽都是群攻要多建面杀伤武器呀!
愁死了,浪费经费
《行监坐守》这个中文名字其实挺高逼格的,但是电影本身并不是那么高水平。值得赞扬的是电影气氛营造的真的很不错,故事也是很有新意,反转与呼应也很到位,但问题是出在电影的逻辑上面。
首先便是叔叔Matt险些死的那一段,俗话说好奇心害死猫,如果在黑暗的环境中听到异样的声音,你还坚持要去一探究竟,并且路灯灭了也无法阻挡你,那么你也是挺牛逼的。其次便是父亲死的那一段,屋子里总共是两个杀人犯,
《行监坐守》这个中文名字其实挺高逼格的,但是电影本身并不是那么高水平。值得赞扬的是电影气氛营造的真的很不错,故事也是很有新意,反转与呼应也很到位,但问题是出在电影的逻辑上面。
首先便是叔叔Matt险些死的那一段,俗话说好奇心害死猫,如果在黑暗的环境中听到异样的声音,你还坚持要去一探究竟,并且路灯灭了也无法阻挡你,那么你也是挺牛逼的。其次便是父亲死的那一段,屋子里总共是两个杀人犯,其中一个还是拿着塑料袋把人闷死的,4v2我觉得胜算还是挺大的,但后妈却说快走快走着实令人费解。然后便是女主下楼那一段,墙上写着"下楼便会死",你还真不下楼,反而又中了对方的陷阱。最后便是后妈逃出去求救那一段,明明叔叔前来解救,你却毫无作为,一直在解钥匙,你们本可以联合杀了杀人犯,但你们没有。
当然,最后的反转确实挺意外,由被杀者变成杀人者,也与开头上一个受害家庭女儿的失踪相照应。结尾与《屏住呼吸》很像,都是作恶者存活下来,《屏住呼吸》已经在拍第二部,说不定《行监坐守》也会迎来它的第二部。
同样是伪纪录片形式的,像《科洛弗档案》,《死亡录像》(美版为《隔离区》),《超能失控》,《鬼影实录》,《致命录像带1/2/3》便与其相仿。而同样是用摄像头监控形式的,像《针孔旅馆》,《解除好友1/2》,《好友请求》也与其相仿。
电影将近结尾的那句"Because it's fun for them."让我想起来《解除好友:暗网》,同样是作为"杀人游戏"而播放给他人为娱乐所用,只不过前者是网民,后者是富人。
如果一个人的黑暗面真的被发掘出来的话,你我都是杀人犯。