听到这个电影名字的第一反应是: what?作为吃货的我必须看看美食还能干出什么大阵仗来。看完电影后的我:hey,一个包子都当了大英雄!我……也要完成自己的梦想。电影里以包子小强和寿司武士作为主线,来了一场香料四溅,唾沫横飞的大冒险。
首先说说片子的制作上简直可以媲美皮克斯。影片里不仅仅角色是食物,就连那些山丘、
听到这个电影名字的第一反应是: what?作为吃货的我必须看看美食还能干出什么大阵仗来。看完电影后的我:hey,一个包子都当了大英雄!我……也要完成自己的梦想。电影里以包子小强和寿司武士作为主线,来了一场香料四溅,唾沫横飞的大冒险。
首先说说片子的制作上简直可以媲美皮克斯。影片里不仅仅角色是食物,就连那些山丘、沼泽,河流都是可以吃的,在那个令人向往的美食世界里,有鸡汤湖、豆腐沼泽、面包玉米地、芝士沙拉岛、巧克力树等等,还有红枣猪、红毛丹大蜘蛛、辣椒蜂鸟、茄子鸟、萝卜海鸥……一草一木、一人一物都是看起来又美味又好吃的食物。
当然精良的制作离不开故事本身,电影中通过小包子包强和寿司武士武藏的成长救赎之路传达出的价值,才是最值得我们去思考的闪光。
最初的小强只是一个被师傅嫌弃的混混,他每一次的出场都是声势浩大结果都成为笑柄,但是那又怎样,别人的嘲笑仍然磨灭不了他的英雄心。他坚信馒头大师说的:人人皆可成英雄。只是那时候的他,还不懂这句话的真谛,他以为上了战舰去打海盗就是英雄,所以他不甘心待在蒸盒号里做一个后勤。
当小强被埋在石灰之下时,有一个镜头特别有意思,小强在潜意识里见到了馒头大师的雕像复活,他以为自己抓到了救命的稻草,可是雕像告诉他,他只是一块被雕刻成馒头大师样子的石头。他伤心地念叨着只有馒头大师能救他。可是石头告诉他,他虽然不是馒头大师但他仍然是英雄:“我经历了千百年的风吹雨打仍然站在这里,我难道不是英雄吗?”石头的话点醒了小强,原来英雄是不需要模仿谁的,找到真正的自己了便是英雄。
寿司武藏原本是个反面角色,没想到却给了我最震撼的一击。武藏在最后舍命救小强时,跟小强说了声谢谢,他谢的是小强对他的救赎。这种救赎不仅仅是因为小强救过他的命,更多的还是对于他灵魂的救赎。以前的武藏只是一个死守武士守则的雇佣武士,他坚信武士如刀,不分对错。那个时候的武藏只是一个没有灵魂和思想的武器,是小强一路上的行为感染了他,让他成为了一个完整的武士,而不是被人利用的躯壳。
打败海盗王之后,小强丢掉五味石拼命地挖掘被埋在地下的武藏,万叔看到他这么着急拼命慌忙帮他一起挖掘并问道:“怎么,五味石埋在里面了吗?”小强哭着说:“是武藏。”所有人都觉得五味石才是宝藏,可是在小强的心里,和他一起打败海盗王的武藏,这个和他肝胆相照的兄弟,才是他的宝藏。
在食物的世界,对于包强和武藏来说,他们需要站出来维护世界的味道;而在人类的世界又何尝不是如此,对于我们来说,我们需要的是认识自我、分清善恶,纵然世界如何,我们依然要活得像当初那个相信自己、不轻言放弃一往无前的孩子。
从后半截看的电影《神鞭》,是86年的老电影。那时候陈宝国还是做配角。
还是挺受冲击的,有两个镜头印象特别深。一个是义和团跟洋人作战的场景,勇士们拿着大刀、长矛等冷兵器,在枪林弹雨中冲啊冲,前仆后继地倒下,悲壮悲惨。祖辈为了民族尊严和生存,在积贫积弱、力量悬殊的情况下,以血肉之躯抗争、抗衡。中国有这种民族精神,什么时候都是奋发的,永不言败,永不言输!
只有汉奸才投降,只
从后半截看的电影《神鞭》,是86年的老电影。那时候陈宝国还是做配角。
还是挺受冲击的,有两个镜头印象特别深。一个是义和团跟洋人作战的场景,勇士们拿着大刀、长矛等冷兵器,在枪林弹雨中冲啊冲,前仆后继地倒下,悲壮悲惨。祖辈为了民族尊严和生存,在积贫积弱、力量悬殊的情况下,以血肉之躯抗争、抗衡。中国有这种民族精神,什么时候都是奋发的,永不言败,永不言输!
只有汉奸才投降,只有汉奸才去研究投降的合理之处,只有汪精卫那种人才会做汉奸!
要保持独立的精神,独立的主权,不能因为别人的技术先进、物质丰富,我们就做别人家的附庸。否则对不起这些为求民族独立而流血牺牲的先辈和先烈。
别国有财富,并不一定是制度好,而有可能他们发家的时候,第一桶金是掠夺来的,他们抢夺得狠。有可能就掠夺我们国家的。
富了之后就可以包装自己,就好像好多企业家一开始的时候,赚钱不是那么体面,但是有了钱就可以做体面的生意。他们真的是靠普世价值观发家致富的吗?
华尔街作为财富的象征地,奉行的仍然是丛林法则,依然是掠夺(我是从美国的次贷危机看的,论据不一定充分)
第二个镜头是一群民间艺人敲锣打鼓给战士们鼓劲、打气。一样没有任何防护,当冷枪榴弹打过来,演奏的人有的倒下去,然后就有人接应。当敌人的火炮打过来,硝烟散去,倒了大半。等火炮再次打来,又倒了大半,就这样,他们坚守演奏的岗位,冷静地接受自己的命运。他们有的已经很老,有的是中年,皮肤皱皱的,劳作的农人。但他们是中国最好的绅士,视死如归,坦然接受。
这个是86年的电影《神鞭》,97年的《泰坦尼克号》有个演奏的乐队随船沉没,这个镜头得到了众人的赞赏。
从影视创作时间上,从民族气节上,中国绅士远远在前面引领。
微信群里老是有人争吵,只要对这个民族是热爱的,希望民族越来越好,越来越自信,越来越强大,有什么可吵的呢?
这里面的很多人物都在蹭啊 ,魔改啊 ,剧情冥 场面很多 ,建模也不知道从哪个三年大师里面学来的,真的 我的观感体验特别差 ,看别人视频过来的 ,想看看到底是何方神圣 我真的醉了 ,没有赶上评分,怎么会有如此稀巴烂的东西呢 ,虽然说白雪公主的眼神作品挺多的 但是没你这么差吧 ,还有最后说一句蹭热度可吃青 某些没有技术的人就不要来啦 ????
这里面的很多人物都在蹭啊 ,魔改啊 ,剧情冥 场面很多 ,建模也不知道从哪个三年大师里面学来的,真的 我的观感体验特别差 ,看别人视频过来的 ,想看看到底是何方神圣 我真的醉了 ,没有赶上评分,怎么会有如此稀巴烂的东西呢 ,虽然说白雪公主的眼神作品挺多的 但是没你这么差吧 ,还有最后说一句蹭热度可吃青 某些没有技术的人就不要来啦 ????
岳麓书院,早已不仅仅是一个书院,而是湖湘文化的一个根基,中国文脉的一个符号。
不懂岳麓书院,也就不懂湖湘文化,亦不懂中国文脉。
但是,这很难懂。没有皓首穷经的考究,没有苦心孤诣的
岳麓书院,早已不仅仅是一个书院,而是湖湘文化的一个根基,中国文脉的一个符号。
不懂岳麓书院,也就不懂湖湘文化,亦不懂中国文脉。
但是,这很难懂。没有皓首穷经的考究,没有苦心孤诣的钻研,普通人很难真的懂。
庆幸的是,有人用了7年策划、发起3次全国性研讨、书写30余万字学术台本,终于以「大型历史文化纪录片」的形式,以纪录片《岳麓书院》让岳麓书院从千年历史中活起来,让「懂」岳麓书院的人,不再只是皓首穷经的专家、学者、文人,也是每一个中国的普通人。
偶像剧容易拍得悬浮,而且偶像剧容易“过季”,属于看完就扔的肥皂片。
《恶作剧之吻》则成了偶像剧的经典,百看不厌,她是一部超越日本原版,甚至在若干年后仍然能够碾压韩版和大陆翻拍版本。湘琴和直树浪漫的爱情既温馨又虐心。直树在情感上有缺陷,湘琴的存在仿佛就是为了弥补这一缺陷。湘琴为了直树,努力变得更好,当湘琴被直树放弃的时候,她也能够有骨气的离开。爱情就该如此,爱的时候不顾一切,要离开
偶像剧容易拍得悬浮,而且偶像剧容易“过季”,属于看完就扔的肥皂片。
《恶作剧之吻》则成了偶像剧的经典,百看不厌,她是一部超越日本原版,甚至在若干年后仍然能够碾压韩版和大陆翻拍版本。湘琴和直树浪漫的爱情既温馨又虐心。直树在情感上有缺陷,湘琴的存在仿佛就是为了弥补这一缺陷。湘琴为了直树,努力变得更好,当湘琴被直树放弃的时候,她也能够有骨气的离开。爱情就该如此,爱的时候不顾一切,要离开的时候,潇洒放手。
广西的篮球氛围和技术水平是有目共睹的,拍成了电视剧,可见氛围之好!乡村扶贫和乡村振兴不仅仅只有电商这条路可以走,新的发展思路和产业也有新的出路,其实通过这种方式来吸引年轻人支持家乡发展,给新农村注入新活力是很好的一步棋!我就很羡慕这种举办这种村BA的,过年过节,打比赛调动氛围,引导群众的娱乐取向,而不是聚众打牌,每年过年回去,打几天牌就回来上班,怎么能吸引年轻人待在家乡呢?
广西的篮球氛围和技术水平是有目共睹的,拍成了电视剧,可见氛围之好!乡村扶贫和乡村振兴不仅仅只有电商这条路可以走,新的发展思路和产业也有新的出路,其实通过这种方式来吸引年轻人支持家乡发展,给新农村注入新活力是很好的一步棋!我就很羡慕这种举办这种村BA的,过年过节,打比赛调动氛围,引导群众的娱乐取向,而不是聚众打牌,每年过年回去,打几天牌就回来上班,怎么能吸引年轻人待在家乡呢?
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
近年来的台剧多是短小精悍,从某一角度取材某种职业或有热度的新闻事件入手讨论比较深刻的社会问题,之前每年都有出圈之作,所以得到人们广泛关注。
我家浴缸二三事借了日番一个名头和部分人设,两者故事本身甚至可以说完全没有关系,本来原著改编成真人难度和尺度我觉得都不好把握,泡面番的意义也真的是不怎么深刻的,拍剧费力不讨好。
所以我觉得
近年来的台剧多是短小精悍,从某一角度取材某种职业或有热度的新闻事件入手讨论比较深刻的社会问题,之前每年都有出圈之作,所以得到人们广泛关注。
我家浴缸二三事借了日番一个名头和部分人设,两者故事本身甚至可以说完全没有关系,本来原著改编成真人难度和尺度我觉得都不好把握,泡面番的意义也真的是不怎么深刻的,拍剧费力不讨好。
所以我觉得这剧故事整体还是走的安徒生童话,小美人鱼那方向。
其实改编未尝不能出彩,原著是为了爱,剧里是为了报恩,但李仁宇的设定可不是无私柔弱的美人鱼,而是活了一百八十三岁自带读心术的金刚肌肉男人鱼,从一开始,他就是强势的那一方,有一种爷虽然是来报恩的,但是具体的也得吃好喝好看心情的反差感,这也是开局这个剧虽然雷,但是很上头的原因(煮火锅投喂那里简直了,人鱼吃美了居然会像小狗一样摇尾巴……)。
况且开始还讨论了一波海洋保护问题(我以为能深入探讨呢),碧玉母亲设定出彩坚强善良,喝多了口吐芬芳,母女两个演员像的呀。嘴硬心特软头脑特简单的大炮也算收割了一波粉(但他跟他妈妈也是说和好就和好,没有详细演一演)。
然后从男主龙杰改变形象开始往偶像剧走,整个剧情也就跟闹着玩一样了,唐老师有个手特别热的设定,开始稳重心善,都觉得跟人鱼有渊源,结果是个坏蛋就算了,手热就是手热,请问这个设定就是为了烫主角团么?蒋江同学基本是个英俊的墙头草,亦正亦邪啊,他和他恶贯满盈的爸也算运气爆棚,龙杰让仁宇治好了所以没有证据定罪,仁宇又不属于人类范畴所以怎么伤害都没有关系?编剧你是不是忘了他爸还有个毒针扎男主身上了?最后一集的搏斗戏敷衍到不合理,几个高中生拦住了人高马大有枪的成年人,护送主角突出重围,一针放倒那么健壮仁宇的毒针,对龙杰作用微乎其微,他都推着二百斤的人鱼跑到海边上了。
不带着脑子都快看不下去了,也懒得讨论之前用来溜粉的不知道是bl还是bg的设定了。反正男女主在一起剧情就挺乡土的,难得人家碧玉设定不错,反而两个男主互动更多更温暖,后来男主一会跟碧玉拉拉小手一会儿跟仁宇搭搭肩膀,我都觉得他以前不是不渣是没机会啊……见仁见智了真的是。
不知从哪里看,童话的内核其实大多没有那么浪漫唯美,这本来是一个互相救赎的故事,最后却搞得有点小儿科。
还是得表扬禾浩辰,就是不带韦衙内滤镜,他的大人鱼无论设定和演员敬业程度都是有始有终,那鱼尾巴看着都沉,还要带着游泳。在稀碎的剧本里仍然算一个坚持的理由。
此篇剧评不上升演员。
影片是三个人在相遇后,从对梦想的毫无指望,到互相鼓励,不再放弃,去实现生命的美好的过程。大概我们中的很多人都是这样,我们年少的梦想已经被封存着,我们想,就这么生活着,将就着也挺好。我们其实没有勇气去追寻,追寻需要付出太多,需要舍弃太多。面对梦想结局的未知数。我们害怕失去一切的代价换来都是一无所有。现在的我们总是说的太多,想的太多。做的太少。
影片还不错,许多温暖的元素。
<影片是三个人在相遇后,从对梦想的毫无指望,到互相鼓励,不再放弃,去实现生命的美好的过程。大概我们中的很多人都是这样,我们年少的梦想已经被封存着,我们想,就这么生活着,将就着也挺好。我们其实没有勇气去追寻,追寻需要付出太多,需要舍弃太多。面对梦想结局的未知数。我们害怕失去一切的代价换来都是一无所有。现在的我们总是说的太多,想的太多。做的太少。
影片还不错,许多温暖的元素。
追寻梦想,多老都不迟。
勇敢跨出那一步,不要自卑。
《金刚川》这部以三个月的“中国速度”造就的命题电影,还是不免沦为金玉其外,败絮其中的“豆腐渣工程”,如同电影里那条看起来不甚湍急的河流(以至于魏晨扮演的工兵连长需要向欧豪等人提醒不要渡江,河里有暗流)和那座不符合力学也不呈现任何修桥细节的木桥,声势浩大,不经推敲。
可以从两个角度来看这部电影——作为主旋律叙事的《金刚川》和作
《金刚川》这部以三个月的“中国速度”造就的命题电影,还是不免沦为金玉其外,败絮其中的“豆腐渣工程”,如同电影里那条看起来不甚湍急的河流(以至于魏晨扮演的工兵连长需要向欧豪等人提醒不要渡江,河里有暗流)和那座不符合力学也不呈现任何修桥细节的木桥,声势浩大,不经推敲。
可以从两个角度来看这部电影——作为主旋律叙事的《金刚川》和作为历史叙事的《金刚川》。
一方面它的确彰显了主流一线创作者加入主旋律电影创作后,能够在叙事技巧、技术奇观和票房号召上为其披上新外衣的本领,成功将政治宣传话语与大众娱乐消遣捆绑,输出统一指定下的意识形态价值观。
另一方面,在这个即便有真实依据(金城战役前的造桥修桥事件)的故事里,大量的人物和情节也是虚构出来的。当抗美援朝的真实历史进入这个戏剧性的情境里,又要在当下纪念抗美援朝70周年的节点召唤起集体的历史记忆与精神认同,它又不得不陷入了某种自我消解的境地。
《金刚川》有四个分段:士兵、对手、高炮班和桥,三个主要视角:李九霄饰演的步兵刘浩、美国空军希尔、张译饰演的炮兵张飞以及三次重复叙事——从1953年7月12日下午到隔天这一整段特定的战斗时空。
这是一种“多声部的复调结构”,既是一种在有限的创作时间里为应对完成任务,三个导演采取的讨巧式的创作方法,也在有意与无意间以多重复述达到对讴歌英雄战士、渲染爱国情怀的强调与强化效果。
“多声部复调结构”在电影的叙事结构里并不少见,特别是在悬疑类型里。《金刚川》的这种结构在视角运用上交叉重叠,也实在不够精巧,三个章节似乎更应该各自保持一种主体性与独立性。
比如在第一章“士兵”中,李九霄的步兵视点被分散太多,他应该承担的是类似《1917》英国士兵或《索尔之子》索尔那种近乎占据绝对个体位置的角色功能。张译、吴京组成的高炮班也可以不在第一章与第二章正面出现,甚至可以清除他们面孔的存在,第三章再登场,或许会让这种悬念与分晓的策略更有张力,在结构美学上也更干净利落。
不过通过这种结构形式达到的叙事效果在本质上是没有改变的,因为只有到最后,我们才能知晓这场战场事件的全部面貌,才能知晓所有人的命运与结局。
当李九霄通过望远镜望向桥面上的魏晨和张译,我们是难以察觉的,到了第三章,我们才得以清楚确认他们的关系身份,也才得知此刻的“关磊”吴京已经壮烈牺牲;当高炮班看到榴弹炮远程轰炸桥体,轰炸位置射偏至山林时,我们又得以再度去回忆起第一章里步兵连在山林中经历过的一切;当美军飞行员希尔遭遇炮弹的最后一击时,只有到后一章,才看到张译是如何在断手断脚的情况下拄着拐杖艰难穿过玉米地,到前方炮台向希尔射向最后一弹。
因此,“多声部复调结构”让我们观看了三次战斗的全过程,目睹了四次壮烈的高潮,交代性字幕也一次又一次显现,它看起来是如此笨拙和多此一举,但也让这场战斗的惨烈程度与英雄战士们的壮烈形象愈加突出,愈加加深我们在观影时的心理印象,“多声部复调结构”成为了一种服务于宏大意识形态话语的强化型结构。
罗伯特·罗森斯通在《影像与文字中的历史》中指出:“每一部影片通过讲述一个单一的、线性的故事,服从一种本质上单一的阐释,从而将过去压缩进一个封闭的世界。这种叙事策略很显然否定了历史的抉择,摒除了动机或起因的复杂性,并且消除了历史世界中所有的微妙之处。”《金刚川》的“多声部复调结构”最终也归于一种单一、精确的叙事目的:它没有敞开更广阔的探讨空间,只有一个进入历史的视角、一条引导大众情绪反应的路径。
在面临如何阐释历史与构建认同的问题时,《金刚川》如同《我和我的祖国》的处理方式,都以集体的仪式化场景作为精神召唤的机制:《金刚川》结尾,志愿军战士一同冲过“人桥”,镜头逐渐过渡定点到一座象征性的英雄纪念碑;《我和我的祖国》的每个单元也以历史节点的重要时刻作为结尾,如开国大典、北京奥运会开幕式、阅兵仪式等,最终是为了触发集体的情感认同与价值观认同。
从复调结构落点到集体仪式,《金刚川》利用这套叙事策略,相当成功地完成了这次影像宣传的任务。这里的场面调度成为一种政治话语的调度,这里塑造的英雄图像也成为一幅宣传活动的绘画:镜头定格了烧焦的刘浩与张飞如英雄雕塑般的躯体,遍布硝烟的战场变成祭坛,促使我们再度去崇拜、缅怀英雄。
这两个英雄战士延续了新中国社会主义初期电影的英雄人物脉络,但复调结构使得这两个人物厚度单薄许多,尤其是李九霄饰演的刘浩,他与通讯女兵暧昧不明的情感线索,刻意到似乎是为了补充构建完整人物所硬塞的手笔,抑或是为了呼应、平衡张译与吴京之间篇幅过重的师徒情与兄弟情。
刘浩目睹了连长与通讯员女兵的牺牲,张飞目睹了吴磊的牺牲,然后志愿军战士小胡又目睹了刘浩的牺牲,史密斯目睹了同伴希尔的死亡,并以上帝视角见证了这场战斗的全景与“人桥”的存在。群像的视点一步步承接落点交棒到小胡和史密斯,一个中国人和一个美国人,成为这段“历史存在”的最终见证者与记录者,同时以现在的“画外音”出场叙述过去。
同样电影也非常粗暴地把两个美国空军飞行员拆分成两种绝对立场。比起用“西部牛仔”、用疯狂的“施暴者”形象来脸谱化希尔,通过这场战斗对和平获得某种自省意识的史密斯其实也是更严重的脸谱化设计,这是用“我”的臆断去捏造“他者”的战场话语,去替代“他者”的战场位置,比如《敦刻尔克》就没有出现任何德军的内部视角,采取这种相当浅薄层面的平衡策略。
《南京!南京!》的焦点是一个不主动加害、观望屠杀而充满负罪感的日本士兵,《金陵十三钗》也聚焦一个从酒鬼转变为救助中国人的美国神父,《八佰》则要借助隔岸的观众与上空飞艇的外国人视角来补充诠释整场四行仓库战役,好像国产战争片一定都要通过一个满足自我想象的外部视角才能完成对内部历史的书写与分析。
《金刚川》也如同“我和我的”系列等新式主旋律电影,用微观史学的模式,用生动且深刻的事件案例去重述或提喻宏大历史,借用历史学家娜塔莉·泽蒙·戴维斯的话:“在微观历史中,电影可以展示——或许,更准确地说是推测——过去如何被体验并且发生出来,以及其中重要力量和重要事件严谨的在地体验和细节。”遗憾的是,《金刚川》最终还是无法提供确切的路径让我们进入70年前的朝鲜战地,让我们理解1953年这场战斗的深层肌理与内在意义,我们无法清晰看到历史的真正脉络与英雄的真正在场,从而体认这份胜利,思考这份胜利。
《八佰》里有面对四行仓库战役采取不同态度的形形色色的人物,从仓库内部的战士到隔岸观火的百姓,以形成不同意识形态交杂的场域与复杂人性的变奏,那些无名英雄甚至不是被一股纯粹的爱国主义所感化。《集结号》还有对战争与人性关系的思考,还有谷子地为揭开“集结号是否吹响”这一悬念的苦苦追寻,它还是试图去厘清与探索历史真相的,不管以何种方式。
《金刚川》则以历史改编的名义,以战场的戏台魅力,让折射出来的这一场抗美援朝战争面貌愈发显得模糊 不清,在银幕上成为一种专断的、自我抑制的空洞的能指。
肯定有一部分观众在这一场虚构中得到了享受与高潮,在这一场虚构中获得了认同与感召,当战场奇观取代了思辨,当英雄神话取代了历史的完整真相,当单一的意识形态取代了复杂交错的现实,这种书写历史的方式必定无法征服所有人。
《金刚川》好比是退回到“十七年”时期的中国电影,退回到冷战思维的创作逻辑。它就是当下特定时期的宣传产物,在官方指定的语境里,准确答题,在战争电影的范畴里,早已偏离。
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孩子最近痴迷海底小纵队的动画片,正好带他来看这场大电影。本想着在影院打个盹儿躲懒,没想到被精彩的剧情吸引,一分钟不落跟孩子一起看了全程。
业余人士浅说一下片中出现的仿生学交通工具:蜻蜓直升机,锤头鲨潜艇+分体水虎鱼模式,娃娃鱼潜艇。每种探险工具的出现我和孩子都大声惊呼太赞了!特别是水
孩子最近痴迷海底小纵队的动画片,正好带他来看这场大电影。本想着在影院打个盹儿躲懒,没想到被精彩的剧情吸引,一分钟不落跟孩子一起看了全程。
业余人士浅说一下片中出现的仿生学交通工具:蜻蜓直升机,锤头鲨潜艇+分体水虎鱼模式,娃娃鱼潜艇。每种探险工具的出现我和孩子都大声惊呼太赞了!特别是水虎鱼模式启动的时候,跟真的水虎鱼一样有尖利强硬的牙齿,咔咔就把堵住洞口的石块给咬碎掉了。
整个故事脉络很清晰,就是巴克船长和皮医生要送受过伤被医治痊愈的小章鱼酷巴回到加勒比海的家,旅途中发生的一系列意外和探险的故事。片中的一些细节也很有趣,比如一开始皮医生的头盔不小心撞出了裂缝,被遇事不惊的巴克队长借用了某种贝壳的粘液修补好了,当然,里面也穿插了关于成长的内容:大家眼中无畏无惧的巴克船长竟然也有怕的东西,那就是洞穴!因为巴克船长儿时曾掉进一个深坑,在坑里经历了无助和恐惧。原来每个人的成长过程中都会遇到挫折,而让我们受到挫折的事情很可能成为我们长大后难以克服的困境,直面它并打败它,需要朋友的支持和莫大的勇气!
看完电影回家的路上,孩子一肚子的问题:为什么会有天然井?加勒比海在哪里?为什么小章鱼能闻到海水的味道……哈哈,感觉这部动画太有意义了!
第六集看的人浑身发抖,但是这就是美国
致命女人里渣男eli这次是满口谎话政治家议员,为了乌纱帽,移民问题可以民主到毫无界限
银河护卫队里yongdu老爹是共和派代表人,老派守旧执行规则,对工作兢兢业业
然而过海关时
第六集看的人浑身发抖,但是这就是美国
致命女人里渣男eli这次是满口谎话政治家议员,为了乌纱帽,移民问题可以民主到毫无界限
银河护卫队里yongdu老爹是共和派代表人,老派守旧执行规则,对工作兢兢业业
然而过海关时候,很不幸遇到想要移民的飞头蛮家族
最后,母爱感化一切,为了让女儿移民
母亲竟然选择最意想不到方式
太可怕了
但是很真实
谁不想去美国呢
2021年留学美国人数一百万,八十万都是从虹桥机场起飞
这里究竟是不是圣地
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