影片中文社长成立原告团上诉的最初，也只是因为她的旅行社因为一起“日本人在釜山旅游时嫖娼致死”的案件，而不得不被关闭停业。 为了恢复自己的旅社名誉，她不得不走上了这条帮助慰安妇起诉的正义之路。 可以看到，现实生活中，大多数走上了为他人伸张正义路途的人，绝大部分...  (展开)

      不睡觉看完了这么多集，真是有恍如一世之感啊。作为近期宫斗剧的跟风作，算是做得很细致的了，礼仪台词上也很考究。不过估计是基于7部书的缘故，片中妃嫔众多，在前十集里我很多都分不清谁是谁。但是看着看着，突然之间觉得各妃嫔分析揣摩yy起来还是很有意思的，然后就写了这篇评论，希望和大家一起探讨一下~

    首先是我们新一代进化了的玛丽苏女主甄嬛，菩萨心肠，但是又不失机心，虽不愿主动害人，但是被人害了懂得如何反击。为了突出女主善良，除了最后陷害皇后一计外，其他都只是借由对方所犯之错来揭发打击对手。然后剧中也出现了“所有人都特么奇怪地爱女主”的剧情，虽然女主出宫后和果郡王那段若拒还迎的感情戏还是很沟动哀家少女情怀滴，但是他们勾搭上了之后偶就没兴趣了，基本只要他们二人独处就快进（就像甄嬛和皇上二人独处一样）。而且这两个人也特么的太不来电了吧，果郡王太阳光了，肿么能演出那种深受相思之苦的感受涅？总而言之，剧中对女主写得太正面了，其实她做的事情和华妃、皇后有很多地方还是很符合的，特别是提拔幕僚，打击异己，唯一不合一点就是不主动害人（有吗？）。

    对于甄嬛在宫中唯一交心交肺的真心姐妹沈眉庄，哀家还是很中意的。这是一个天性寡淡，表面坚强，实则脆弱的人，就像她表里不一“刀子嘴豆腐心”一样。沈眉庄心性高，受了皇上宠爱便立马急于渴望怀上龙种（所以才有机可乘被人陷害）。但只受了皇上一次打击就心灰意冷，可见也是因为之前付出太多，也是个实心的人。沈眉庄其实是最不适合在宫里斗的，因为她太脆弱，也太单纯，很容易交出真心，也很容易心冷而觉悟，甚至不懂得戴假面具做人。她其实很渴望得到保护，所以在最潦倒的时候遇到温太医就又情不自禁地动心了，最后甚至连死都不怕。她虽然早于甄嬛对安陵容产生疑心，但是最后还是劝甄嬛别为了皇上生分安陵容，是个很厚道的人呢。

    安陵容其实是我最想分析的一个人，因为这个人太复杂了，她虽然心术不正，小气记仇，但是却很能隐忍，不像祈贵人之流什么都表现在脸上。表面温顺，实则算计，所以也很可怕。不过这也是因为她复杂的经历所致。她从小看惯了世态炎凉，所以渐渐地也不相信人会付出真心了，在她心中人与人之间的关系只有利用。她开始遇到甄嬛和沈贵人时我相信她是真的感激的，也真的很开心自己能得到优秀的姐妹的看重。只可惜这点善的抬头还是抵不过早年积下的恶念。因为不相信人有真心，所以处处猜忌，才会扭曲了对她人好意的看法，甚至宫中大部分人都看出来天真无邪的淳贵人她却咬定人家刻意讽刺自己。安陵容跟着皇后那天开始就露出不得善终的影子了，我觉得她自己也隐约感受到，但是她实在不甘心放弃要与命运搏一搏，这种心思估计也不是一天两天累起来的了。安陵容后期身体一直受损，我觉得她似乎也有自残的倾向，其实真的是一个心性被扭曲了，不相信世间有善的可怜人，当然可怜之人必有可恨之处。最后那一声提醒估计也是想报早年甄嬛不顾她低微，相助之恩。

    然后是端妃，这个人是有成算的，但是我相信她也的确是不太想争的，只因知道争也争不到而又不像皇后那样爱皇上，所以早年颇有心计的华妃才会喝下她的安胎药。不过华妃对她的罪恶她还是很记恨的，估计犯了大忌，所以最后甄嬛才会用温仪公主一事拉拢她。端妃一早就看清楚只有甄嬛能帮自己报这个仇（皇后娘娘这么多年都弄不掉华妃），所以才百般帮忙。甄嬛回宫之后她也知道保住甄嬛的好处，所以才在瑾汐一事上跟皇上吹耳边风。最后果然得到报答成了皇贵妃。没有皇上宠爱，名分和公主是最重要的，端妃果然都得到了，可见识人之慧。

    敬妃在剧中是个老好人，不过也颇有心计，甚至差点为了胧月弄甄嬛。不过她和端妃都很聪明，知道自己已经没有斗的资本了，所以便和曹贵人之流一样，依附得势之人，结成朋党，要不肿么会每次在皇上皇后面前一唱一和那么和谐（看滴血认亲那集皇后党和甄嬛党互相争辩乐死哥了），在甄嬛拿出舒痕膏之时立马开始怀疑安陵容，然后皇后和甄嬛独处还懂得赶紧离开，别特么告诉我甄嬛之前木有知会你们。

    当然后期甄嬛党还有一员大将是欣常在，这也是经过甄嬛考核再三后才决定弄进来的，欣常在果然得了恩惠知恩图报，帮着甄嬛和敬妃端妃一唱一和。欣常在也是个聪明人，一直隐忍祈嫔，但抓到机会就赶紧进言一分不差，和曹贵人一样是通晓人意的人。

    华妃其实坏得还是很可爱的，她确实很有气魄，所以才能镇住皇后和后宫众人这么多年，其实如果没有曹贵人出主意华妃不可能坏得这么邪，只是会有点专横跋扈而已（所以曹贵人你说你肿么可能不死啊）。看她一出事就紧张得不行，也是个没什么城府的人。最后她在甄嬛面前撞死，甄嬛看破皇上虚情假意估计也受了这里不少启发。

    然后就是我最喜欢的曹贵人了！伦家有个习惯，就是剧中人物不管怎么坏，只要是个真聪明人，姐就同情到底！曹贵人确实有很多值得同情的地方，不受宠，母家无势，不依附华妃肿么能保住自己（她的孩子没被皇后弄掉估计也有华妃的功劳）。她和甄嬛虽然因利而聚，但是也算半个知己，说话一点就通，所以甄嬛也能一眼看透她最在乎的东西劝转她。曹贵人第一次说话，在华妃那么紧张的时候，却能那么冷静地进言，哥一看就喜欢上了！可惜曹贵人大多是出一时坏主意的小聪明，没有大聪明，看透皇上和太后的意思，也看不透甄嬛的陷害之意，而且还妄想可以在两虎间谋生存，所以最后还是die了。不过我觉得她死的其实挺怨的，皇上你忒坏了。

    皇后就没什么好说的了，这个人的确心机很深，估计和安陵容一样由于庶出在母家受折磨，所以才练就一身算计人的本事。她当年容下华妃，一来当时年羹尧气盛华妃难搞，二来也借华妃给自己做的坏事遮掩（比如弄掉孩子），三来华妃根本不可能怀孩子（估计太后也和皇后说过）。不过能忍这么多年还假装贤德真是本事了（娘娘也忍得你很辛苦吧）。可甄嬛不一样了，皇上是真爱（当成影子也还是有几分真爱的），而甄嬛也比华妃聪明，还可能怀孩子，这对一个没有安全感对权力欲望这么重的女人来说是很可怕的。

    齐妃是个SB中的SB，她一开始送药让自己亲生宫女送已经SB到极致，只有被皇后算计的分，后来甚至明知道皇后包藏祸心还和三阿哥说那么多。慈母多败儿。但是齐妃终究还不是一个坏人，她恨甄嬛也是从害怕她生孩子抢了三阿哥的位才生出来的。

    祈贵人当然也是个SB，人家安陵容对皇后是互相利用，但这货真是只有被皇后利用的分，不肯动脑，锋芒毕露，当然活不长。这么说来齐妃和祈贵人都只是低等棋子，安陵容和曹贵人才是高等棋子（虽然她们自己不甘于做棋子）。

    叶澜依没神马好分析的，就是很有个性啦，也不怕死啦，不愿结党啦，最后帮甄嬛也只是为了她的十七爷（我说十七你到底在“无心”的情况下勾搭了几个菇凉啊）。

    瑾汐当然是很老练的，流朱忠心，浣碧太心高反易被人利用。

    最后说一下几个印象深刻的镜头吧：

    1甄嬛失去第一个孩子那一段，那哭的真是撕心裂肺啊，我对孙俪的敬佩之情从此油然而生。陈建斌一直没感觉，但当甄嬛怨恨他时眼角那滴泪，还有最后临死前那一下，那才是演技啊。

    2滴血认亲那一段真特么是太惊心动魄了，完全符合一出成功的戏剧应该有的冲突感和节奏感，不错，强推荐~

       3果亲王第一次勾搭甄嬛说的那个缘分神马的，然后被甄嬛婉转地发了好人卡，我觉得这种含蓄的郎情探问妾意的方式很有古意呢，真特么带感的嘿。
    
    

他们恋爱了??

他们结婚了??

他们上床了??

她怀孕了??

她生了??

嫩牛五方还是那么的天然呆??

我了个去～

尼玛的～ 傻逼导演你是告诉观众你在播放ppt吗？

尼玛的～ 傻逼导演你是告诉小盆友以后泡妞要有忽冷忽热的tactic吗？

尼玛的～ 傻逼导演你是告诉小萝莉以后恋爱要玩三人行才有的赚吗？

尼玛的～ 傻逼导演你是要告诉投资方你牛逼到我可以学蛤痢簸忑抻成上下两部匡观众钱吗？

尼玛的～ 浪费了我2个小时的生命～ 看到嫩牛五方我都便秘了～

                                 

——以上曲译爱丁堡街摊免费小报METRO的影评

ps：我看到这个影评我就石化了～欢乐啊～

The Lost City of Z is a very long way from a true story — and I should know
A new Hollywood film hypes Percy Fawcett as a great explorer. In fact, he was a racist incompetent who achieved very little

The new film The Lost City of Z is being advertised as based on the true story of one of Britain’s greatest explorers. It is about Lt-Col Percy Fawcett. Greatest explorer? Fawcett? He was a surveyor who never discovered anything, a nutter, a racist, and so incompetent that the only expedition he organised was a five-week disaster. Calling him one of our greatest explorers is like calling Eddie the Eagle one of our greatest sportsmen. It is an insult to the huge roster of true explorers. Had the advertisement been about a soap powder, it would fall foul of the Trade Descriptions Act.

Percy Fawcett joined the army immediately after school, with a commission in the artillery in 1886. The next 20 years involved garrison duty in Ceylon and postings in Malta and England. The only significant events were getting married and becoming a devotee (like many others) of the charlatan psychic Madame Blavatsky. Fawcett’s game-changer came in 1906, when he was 40. The army let him take the Royal Geographical Society’s course on frontier surveying. Far away in South America, Bolivia had just sold its rubber-rich province of Acre to Brazil, so it needed its new north-western boundary mapped. The Bolivians approached the RGS for a mature surveyor to do this. The society’s secretary asked the newly qualified Fawcett whether he wanted to go; he accepted, reported for duty in La Paz and was at work on the new Amazonian frontier by the end of the year. This survey was the best thing Fawcett did. But he described it as boring, because the new frontier was all along rivers. This was the height of the great Amazon rubber boom, so he and his team cruised from one comfortable rubber barraca to the next, taking their regular measurements.

Fawcett’s only publications were a series of papers in the Geographical Journal about his mapping work. But he kept a journal, and in 1953 his son Brian edited this and other papers into a book called Exploration Fawcett. He emerges from it as a typical Edwardian colonial officer — friendly with South Americans but looking down on them, appalled by the cruelty at some rubber stations, full of gossip about life on this remote but boom-rich backwater, and uninterested in nature apart from banalities about dangerous snakes and irritating insects.

In 1908, the Bolivians asked Fawcett to survey another of their frontiers with Brazil: a small river called Verde, far away at the north-eastern corner of the large landlocked country. The preparations were appalling. Fawcett took minimal supplies, since he was accustomed to being fed by rubber stations. This was the end of the dry season with the river at its lowest. So they soon had to abandon their boat and continue on foot. After only a week, all food was exhausted and they were really starving. Fawcett casually remarked that five out of his six peons died from the effects of this five-week disaster. This was the only expedition he led into unexplored territory.

The Bolivians invited Fawcett back in 1910, this time to map part of their boundary with Peru. It involved paddling up a frontier river called Heath and two meetings with indigenous peoples on the banks. The first group fired arrows and guns over their heads. But Fawcett waded ashore with presents and shouting a few words of ‘Chuncho’ (the Peruvian word for all forest peoples) that he had memorised but did not understand. That was the only time that Fawcett attempted any language other than Spanish. Further up the Heath river, Fawcett met a tribe he called Ecocha (now Ese Eja) whom he really liked. They were ‘embarrassingly hospitable’ with their food, so Fawcett spent a few days with them and recorded something of their ethnography. He returned for a second visit in 1911.

After a final survey for the Bolivian government in 1913, of the upper Beni river in the Andes, Fawcett went sightseeing in central Bolivia. He and two companions were paddled down the big Guaporé river. They stopped at Mequens on its Brazilian bank to visit the Swedish anthropologist Baron Erland Nordenski?ld and his attractive wife, who provided guides to take them on a walk inland to visit a people they called Maxubi (now Makurap). The Maxubi were friendly and hospitable, but continuing on a forest trail Fawcett met another tribe (probably Sakurabiat) to whom he took a violent dislike. When one aimed a drawn bow at him, Fawcett shot the man with a Mauser revolver — absolutely forbidden by Brazil’s Indian Service. He described them as he imagined Neanderthals or Piltdown Man to have looked: ‘large hairy men, with exceptionally long arms, and foreheads sloping back from pronounced eye ridges… villainous savages, hideous ape men with pig-like eyes.’ No Amazonian Indian has body hair or looks remotely like this — I know, because I have spent time with over 40 different peoples. These two groups, and the two on the Heath, were the only tribal people seen by Fawcett. He liked two of them. So it was strange that he wrote racist gibberish that ‘there are three kinds of Indians. The first are docile and miserable people, easily tamed; the second, dangerous, repulsive cannibals very rarely seen; the third, a robust and fair people, who must have a civilised origin.’

When Fawcett was in the cattle country of central Bolivia in September 1914, news came of the outbreak of war. So he hurried home and by January 1915 was back in the artillery. In his late forties, he was too old for frontline service; but he fought a good war, ending as Lieutenant-Colonel.

In one of his pre-war lectures to the RGS, Fawcett had spoken of possible ancient ruins in the Amazon forests. He was now told about a scrap of paper dated 1743 in which bandeirantes imagined that they had seen a deserted city in the jungles. (The bandeirantes were slavers who scoured the interior of Brazil for Indians to capture. Although most of these thugs were illiterate, others did write reports about their travels — none of which said a word about seeing ruins.) Fawcett gave this imaginary ‘lost city’ the codename Z, and finding it became an obsession.

The easiest forest tribes to visit in Brazil were on the headwaters of one of the Amazon’s southern tributaries, the Xingu. A German anthropologist had contacted a dozen amiable peoples there in 1884; and since then they had been visited by seven groups of anthropologists or Indian Service officials. All had walked in by the same trail. So in 1920 Fawcett tried to follow this route — even though it was nowhere near where the chimera city might have been. His plans went wrong, so he got no further than a ranch halfway along the trail. In 1921 he searched for the mythical city down on the Atlantic coast, by train inland from Salvador da Bahia; but, hardly surprisingly, the miners there knew nothing.

In 1925, by now penniless but desperate, Fawcett tried again to reach the upper Xingu tribes. He now took two inexperienced ex-public schoolboys, his son Jack and Jack’s friend Raleigh Rimmel. The old surveyor made two suicidal pronouncements. One was that the trio should travel light, with nothing more than small packs. Everyone in Amazonia knew that you could not cut trails and keep your team fed with fewer than eight men. (I can confirm this, having done months of such cutting and carrying.) But Fawcett sent their pack animals and porters back, and continued with only his two novices. His other dictum was that Indians would look after them. This was equally dangerous. The Xingu tribes pride themselves on generosity; but they expect visitors to reciprocate. All expeditions in the past four decades had brought plenty of presents such as machetes, knives and beads. Fawcett had none. He committed other blunders that antagonised their hosts. So it was only a matter of days before they were all dead.

Twenty years later, Chief Comatsi of the Kalapalo tribe gave a very detailed account of Fawcett’s visit, reminding his assembled people of exactly how they had killed the unwelcome strangers. But the German anthropologist Max Schmidt, who was there in 1926, thought that they had plunged into the forests, got lost and starved to death; this was also the view of a missionary couple called Young who were on another Xingu headwater. The Brazilian Indian Service regretted that Fawcett, who was obsessively secretive, had not asked for their help in dealing with the Indians. They felt he was killed because of the harshness and lack of tact that all recognised in him.

Such was the sad tale of this incompetent, whose only skill was in surveying. But the disappearance of an English colonel while searching for a mythical ancient city in tropical rain forests was a media sensation. Two expeditions went to try to learn more. There was revived interest in the 1950s with the publication of Exploration Fawcett and the Kalapalo chief’s account of how they killed the Englishmen. Then it was forgotten until 2009 when David Grann, a talented writer, published The Lost City of Z. Unfortunately, Grann hyped the story out of all proportion and wrongly depicted Fawcett as a great explorer.

As he cheerfully admitted, Grann had no experience of rainforests. But he let his imagination run riot, with pages about ferocious piranhas, huge anacondas, electric eels (actually a fish that has never killed a man), frogs ‘with enough toxins to kill 100 people’, ‘predator’ pig-like peccary, ‘sauba ants that could reduce the men’s clothes to threads in a single night, ticks that attached like leeches (another scourge) and the red hairy chiggers that consumed human tissue. The cyanide-squirting millipedes. The parasitic worms that caused blindness…’ and so on. Everyone who know tropical forests, including me, knows that almost every word of this is nonsense.

Fawcett himself gave a simple account of his four surveying journeys for the Bolivian government. But for Grann, ‘in expedition after expedition… he explored thousands of square miles of the Amazon and helped redraw the map of South America’. Fawcett admitted that he was ‘a greenhorn in the jungle’ and knew nothing about nature. But Grann wrote that he moved ‘inch by inch through the jungle, tracing rivers and mountains, cataloguing exotic species… [until] he had explored as much of the region as anyone’.

For Grann, Fawcett was competing against other explorers ‘who were racing into the interior of South America’. The only study that Fawcett made after leaving school in 1886 was his RGS surveying course. He never mentioned any library research. But for Grann he was ‘almost unique’ in viewing 16th- and 17th-century chronicles ignored by other scholars; he re–evaluated El Dorado chronicles and consulted ‘archival records’ and ‘tribesmen’ in ‘piecing together his theory of Z’. Not a word of this was true, either.

Grann wrote that, as an author, he would have been lost without my three-volume, 2,100-page history of Brazilian Indians and five centuries of exploration. He quotes quite often from my books. So he had no excuse for describing Fawcett’s brief visits to three indigenous villages as the ‘discovery of so many previously unknown Indians’, from whom ‘he learned to speak myriad indigenous languages’, and adopted ‘herbal medicines and native methods of hunting [so that he] was better able to survive off the land’. Equally absurd was his rubbish about cannibalistic tribes, blow guns with poisoned darts, or Kuikuro menacing him with ‘gleaming spears flickering’ from the undergrowth (they never used spears, or had metal even, before their contact 130 years ago).

When the colonel vanished, Grann writes that ‘scores’ of explorers tried to find him, and that ‘one recent estimate put the death toll from these expeditions as high as 100.’ Actually, only one search expedition reached the Xingu, led by George Dyott in 1928. (It found that the three Englishmen had been killed by Indians.) The only other expedition was in 1932, but it got only as far as the Araguaia river far to the east. The death toll from these two attempts was zero. In 1935 a ridiculous actor called Albert de Winton went by himself to the Xingu and was killed by Indians who wanted his gun. So if we count him, the death toll is one — well short of Grann’s 100.

These and a great many other passages are artistic licence and hype of an absurd order. Hollywood believed everything Grann wrote, and then hyped it up more. People wishing to learn about the maverick colonel should consult his own fairly modest memoir — not the recent fantasy book and film about him. But I could recommend scores of writings by real explorers.

John Hemming is a Canadian explorer; the three volumes of his history of Brazilian Indians are Red Gold (1978), Amazon Frontier (1985) and Die If You Must (2004)

仙剑这个游戏从21年就有了，10年后被拍成了电视剧，叹当初被疯狂吐槽，胡歌都被骂成狗，刘亦菲被吐槽空有脸蛋，却死板脸没有演技，毁三观的各种雷剧情。仙三中竟然都出现了视频对讲机等高科技！简直婶婶可忍，奶奶不可忍！为何10年后摇身一变，变成经典中的经典？

首先谈谈仙剑1， 这个曾经连续十年被游戏奉为经典的游戏， 在当初的垃圾电脑配置时代， 却感动了一大批80后90初的人。为什么！因为游戏里的仙剑才是真正的仙剑，里面的李逍遥不是后来被拍成电视剧一样只知道装疯卖傻，卖萌的李逍遥，还有那一首首熟悉的电子音乐。

仙三出来时，画面对比仙一有了质的飞跃，可玩性和自由度更高，虽然还是打着仙剑的名号，可本质上是完全另一个故事。虽然游戏的剧情代入感还是没有仙一强烈，不过也是给仙二的恶心挽回了仙剑这块招牌。

仙四虽然在不断被吐槽中可看游戏剧情也是不错的，这时时代已经开始改变了，大家的审美在不知不觉中都却翻天覆地变化了。

仙五就是渣，一度打着续仙剑的情怀上市，可各方面却是差强人意。

不说游戏，说回电视剧！每个人心中都有个哈姆雷特，对没玩过游戏的人来讲，仙一电视剧出来的确吸引人，可也远远没到经典的地步，对于游戏迷来说，更是对之深恶痛绝，在论坛里被疯狂吐槽。

而如今仙五都出来了！当初被狂批的仙剑被洗白了，各个只看过连续剧没玩过游戏的伪仙剑迷出来了！于是乎在各个关于仙剑五连续剧的新闻或帖子后面都打着旗号：无胡歌不仙剑！
请原谅我称呼你们是伪仙剑迷，因为你们只是接收了从仙剑衍生出去的电视剧。现在这电视剧成了你们不可诋毁的经典。那我们这些游戏迷该何去何从呢？

唉，思绪都乱了，不想写了，第一次写长评，写的极端了点，也不想走中庸之道，只想发泄发泄。

还是再玩我的仙一吧。耳边再次响起开头的电子音乐声。