7集:关于办公室的设计
23集:(3分35秒)我想念的是那个时候全情付出的自己,怀念的是那个时候奋不顾身的勇气,想念的是某年某月某一个艳阳天里,年少的我竟然那么幸运,遇见了为我书写那段美好记忆的那个不可替代的你。
23集:(3分35秒)我想念的是那个时候全情付出的自己,怀念的是那个时候奋不顾身的勇气,想念的是某年某月某一个艳阳天里,年少的我竟然那么幸运,遇见了为我书写
7集:关于办公室的设计
23集:(3分35秒)我想念的是那个时候全情付出的自己,怀念的是那个时候奋不顾身的勇气,想念的是某年某月某一个艳阳天里,年少的我竟然那么幸运,遇见了为我书写那段美好记忆的那个不可替代的你。
23集:(3分35秒)我想念的是那个时候全情付出的自己,怀念的是那个时候奋不顾身的勇气,想念的是某年某月某一个艳阳天里,年少的我竟然那么幸运,遇见了为我书写那段美好记忆的那个不可替代的你。
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选女主太失败了!就算乔琪乔不是真心爱莫笑侬,都太正常了……因为女主台丑样了,无论哪方面!选女主太失败了!就算乔琪乔不是真心爱莫笑侬,都太正常了……因为女主台丑样了,无论哪方面选女主太失败了!就算乔琪乔不是真心爱莫笑侬,都太正常了……因为女主台丑样了,无论哪方面选女主太失败了!就算乔琪乔不是真心爱莫笑侬,都太正常了……因为女主台丑样了,无论哪方面选女主太失败了!就算乔琪乔不是真心爱莫笑侬,都太正常了……因为女主台丑样了,无论哪方面
很好看,男主颜值很可,女主也很好看,演技都很好,就是结局有点烂,夫子失忆?为什么要这种结局?星商离牺牲自己成全他们俩,他们俩好好的幸福的生活在南羽都就全剧终不好吗?那啥云沐阳就别管他了, 异兽啥就让他封印在那里,就不要管他了,哑巴也别管,这样不是一个很好的结局吗?还是希望有第三部,原班人马。也很期待电影天空城之时光轮回,不过故事情节不是讲的夫子和阿澈。挺可惜的。总之这部剧还是很好看。支持哈<
很好看,男主颜值很可,女主也很好看,演技都很好,就是结局有点烂,夫子失忆?为什么要这种结局?星商离牺牲自己成全他们俩,他们俩好好的幸福的生活在南羽都就全剧终不好吗?那啥云沐阳就别管他了, 异兽啥就让他封印在那里,就不要管他了,哑巴也别管,这样不是一个很好的结局吗?还是希望有第三部,原班人马。也很期待电影天空城之时光轮回,不过故事情节不是讲的夫子和阿澈。挺可惜的。总之这部剧还是很好看。支持哈
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
首先,如果复制体活了下来,那她是必然要假装成本体的。
她是不能大大方方说,我是复制体。因为复制体的身份,只有在决斗后才能获得承认。
决斗前,各种费用都是本体承担。只有本体,才有法律效益。
决斗的时候,出了偏差,所以最后警察都得展开调查,法庭上也要亲友证明最后这个是本体。
因为本体更重要啊。
比斗的时候,本体应该是有优势的。开头就很明
首先,如果复制体活了下来,那她是必然要假装成本体的。
她是不能大大方方说,我是复制体。因为复制体的身份,只有在决斗后才能获得承认。
决斗前,各种费用都是本体承担。只有本体,才有法律效益。
决斗的时候,出了偏差,所以最后警察都得展开调查,法庭上也要亲友证明最后这个是本体。
因为本体更重要啊。
比斗的时候,本体应该是有优势的。开头就很明显,复制体是弱势。
而电影里面,也说了,延期了,本体如果不交钱不续费,就在比斗中惩罚本体,让本体处在弱势。
不得不佩服,剧本四处都有伏笔。交钱这个小细节,也直接暗讽了资本主义的不公平。
所以,不管活下来的是不是本体,最后都得装成本体。
假设,本体和复制体,打算逃跑的这几天都没有接触别人。
那衣服什么的,就不是特别重要了。
而本片就算想留开放式结局,在逻辑上也容易出现漏洞。
首先,毒杀,嘴角流血,后面开放式。
第一种情况,复制体活,复制体必须装成本体,为了逼真,衣服发型眼睛都搞成本体。但是复制体不会开车,所以受了伤,外界不知道这点,出个车祸很正常。母亲和男朋友知道这一点,他们做了伪证。最后,汽车撞的稀烂,停的方向,母亲说的隐形眼镜,男朋友已经开始嫌弃复制体,从他的对于女性衰老的解释,看出来是把她当成复制体来看待。
不过有个时间上的问题,就是时间似乎已经过去很久了,女性才会出现各种身体上的变化。要知道,复制体刚出来的时候,本体还夸她皮肤好。那碎屏手机,破烂汽车,各种细节就开始出现逻辑上的问题。换成我们手机肯定也换过好几个,车子会修好,车也会开了。而这么久的相处,恰恰又坐实了她复制体的身份。
毕竟,如果时间只过去几天。那复制体才刚获得她想要的生活,根本没必要最后在车里哭。
最后在车里哭,如果是复制体,那就说明她发现,生活了这么久,原来本体过得竟然这么惨,这根本不是她要的生活。
这也是这个解释下,最大的时间漏洞。
第二种情况,本体活。
肯定也有很多人觉得是本体活。这样讽刺感更强烈,片子的悬疑感更强,对于悬疑片来说,似乎也是导演最终的意图。
但是本体活,其实漏洞更多。
假设,本体在毒杀中幸存,反杀了复制体。本体受了伤也就能解释了。只不过毕竟是中毒了,只是瘸个腿,非常牵强。而且前面也说了中毒的症状,本体并没有出现,这也是问题。
整个片中,母亲和男朋友更喜欢复制体,他们希望复制体活,说不定毒杀还是一起策划的。
那这个本体就得在母亲和男朋友面前装成复制体。
除非,她以本体出现,她母亲和男朋友知道复制体会以本体出现,默认她是复制体。
如果时间线长,从后面看出,她装成功了。这个难度说实话,太大了。
她的车技必须烂,一开始可以搞成车祸,车子很烂也有了解释。但是,没男朋友和母亲在场,她是可以好好开车的。最后这场景就不对了。
当然,也可以用情绪失控,开错道了强行解释。
当然,还有很多细节,总之,本体活,逻辑上硬伤更多,但是悬疑色彩更浓。
而要想都兼顾,本身就不容易。
怎么解读,完全看各位心情。
目前点映75分钟,早已放弃,上豆瓣一看,除了几篇营销水军稿,果然一片差评。
【本质原因是:没诚意+宣发预期不一致】
剧情上无新意无亮点,不管是故事还是段子;这种档次的价值观框架,规划做三部曲,简直是在逗我。
你如果
目前点映75分钟,早已放弃,上豆瓣一看,除了几篇营销水军稿,果然一片差评。
【本质原因是:没诚意+宣发预期不一致】
剧情上无新意无亮点,不管是故事还是段子;这种档次的价值观框架,规划做三部曲,简直是在逗我。
你如果在市场宣发上告诉我,受众用户适宜10岁以下,我才勉强能够接受,不至于预期不一致,导致观影落差太大。
这么说吧,旁边放暑假的小孩子也没乐几次,早早睡着了。
第一次看见这部剧是真的觉得不是我的菜,在我眼中它不是畅销的青春偶像爱情故事,我是俗人,那样的故事总是更吸引像我这样对爱情充满了无数幻想的人。
最近一段时间有点剧慌,只要有人在演,哪怕是广告我都可以坚持一会儿。就是这样一个偶然的机会,我看到了《我的老爸是奇葩》这部剧。
它没有最好的位置宣传,在某视频软件上,想要看见它的身影只能靠搜索。它也没有强大的阵容,没有一线明星。它
第一次看见这部剧是真的觉得不是我的菜,在我眼中它不是畅销的青春偶像爱情故事,我是俗人,那样的故事总是更吸引像我这样对爱情充满了无数幻想的人。
最近一段时间有点剧慌,只要有人在演,哪怕是广告我都可以坚持一会儿。就是这样一个偶然的机会,我看到了《我的老爸是奇葩》这部剧。
它没有最好的位置宣传,在某视频软件上,想要看见它的身影只能靠搜索。它也没有强大的阵容,没有一线明星。它不是吸引人的热门题材,演的是父母与孩子的家庭故事。就是这样的它,让我一步一步深陷其中。我爱上了剧中有些古板的老爸,一直陪在老爸身边的妈妈,还有两个可爱有些调皮的孩子。当然,还有那对高颜值、超自由的姐弟,还有很多很多小人物,不好的闺密,也让我们看到生活的残酷和人性的贪婪。形形色色的人拼接了生活。
我想,影视故事都是有虚构有夸张的。或许里面的故事并不完全是事实,但是从实际出发,它只是为了更好的引发人们的共鸣而做了必要的艺术处理。
在大概二十集的故事里,我看到了一些一般人所经历的。我们需要努力的学习,考取一所不错的大学,或许我们不会复习到高六,但高四应该是不少人的经历。我们经过了努力拼搏,度过的高考,迎来的大学,又有多少人有着自己坚定的目标,选了自己最喜欢的专业,作为自己努力的事业。我们总会因为父母,朋友的建议做了一些自己不爱做的事。
这部剧中孩子的学习和爱情,与父亲发生了思想上的冲突。在他们思想碰撞的过程中,以父亲过于夸张的行为,有些奇葩,但引发的是人们的共鸣,吸引观众的注意力,让为人父母的人反观自己。
每一个人,每一步作品,都无法称作完美,同样,这部作品也有不足,从影视剧来看,我只是想给予工作人员更多的赞扬,发表一些自己的看剧感受,和一些志同道合的朋友分享。
小时候看得模糊又不喜欢二部换人 二刷发现不少华点 倾于编剧悄悄给季展he了(不是我在yy!) 江展大部分时间都没有感情线 董洁自己采访也说了 第二部展颜不停的在cue季冬阳 没有哪部戏不参演的前男一有这么多的分量了。所有困难都想会把季引出来 虽然被李玮凡伤了心 但最后越来越坚定反驳了她的爱情论 季冬阳最后终于出现的时候 她都是有笑的 得逞那种 好像还是只有
小时候看得模糊又不喜欢二部换人 二刷发现不少华点 倾于编剧悄悄给季展he了(不是我在yy!) 江展大部分时间都没有感情线 董洁自己采访也说了 第二部展颜不停的在cue季冬阳 没有哪部戏不参演的前男一有这么多的分量了。所有困难都想会把季引出来 虽然被李玮凡伤了心 但最后越来越坚定反驳了她的爱情论 季冬阳最后终于出现的时候 她都是有笑的 得逞那种 好像还是只有他们知道的小游戏 如果前面还模糊 那最后季最后包场 并且强调了十一点到三点就太明显了 这是以前他们不会在一起的时间段。因为是王琪在的时间 第一部展颜说她是痴等的夜太寂寞了 这个时间明显是暗示可以把她当作女人而不是孩子不让她空等了,最后握手的镜头 如果是江的话大可以露脸cp的更明显一些 并且那个手表特写第一部季也出现无数次 演员本人不能到场的情况下这是编剧最大的努力了吧 要不就是he了要不就是编剧说的第三部要给他们he所以伏笔了 二刷发现不管是第一部还是第二部季展的线抛开为了过审的生硬part都是一直在呼应的。总让我想起来normal people里的人物关系 二人因为原生家庭和心理问题共生 分开独立成长 但永远最爱对方 有旁人不能理解和介入的默契。
《手卷烟》大概是香港电影一个新开始吧,退役英军华人士兵,南亚裔黑帮。该打还是打,把机位如贾樟柯一般远远的架着,打完才知道林家栋打是本地黑帮,太保只是坐在桌子旁抽烟。没有特写,没有切的花里胡哨,也可能没有武行的替身,铺了条直轨,一个全景长镜头打完了最后一场重场戏。所以看评论都说没有香港电影过去的质量,大概金马的评委也这样想,觉得香港电影就应该是《怒火重案》。可能他们忘记了像徐克,杜琪峰这批把画
《手卷烟》大概是香港电影一个新开始吧,退役英军华人士兵,南亚裔黑帮。该打还是打,把机位如贾樟柯一般远远的架着,打完才知道林家栋打是本地黑帮,太保只是坐在桌子旁抽烟。没有特写,没有切的花里胡哨,也可能没有武行的替身,铺了条直轨,一个全景长镜头打完了最后一场重场戏。所以看评论都说没有香港电影过去的质量,大概金马的评委也这样想,觉得香港电影就应该是《怒火重案》。可能他们忘记了像徐克,杜琪峰这批把画面美到极致,票房以十亿论的导演都是香港电影新浪潮那一批的弄潮儿。香港电影新浪潮到底是什么,我懒得重复了。只说2000年后香港电影人集体北上搵钱后,这些年香港电影终于又有新人喷薄出一次新浪潮。《沦落人》《叔 叔》《浊水漂流》《手卷烟》,无一不是把镜头对准底层,其间又掺杂着大量香港类型片的元素,无论是技术部门的坚持还是导演对前辈的致敬。总之香港本土电影已经换了个活法,不再是商业元素堆砌的类型片,开始用人文色彩更浓的情感唤起人性的共鸣。就连TVB都开始拍摄外卖小哥的剧集。无他,因为这就是香港,不是警匪片武侠片僵尸片职业剧这些摄影棚里的香港,是一个有血有肉,有维港也有庙街的香港。
女主演技在线,无论是丧子之后的沮丧还是被绑要被杀死前的恐惧,以及最后一个时空面露喜悦女主与初始时空女主黯然神伤截然不同的面部表情,都可以说明女演员的表演功底,最后一幕女主听到儿子电话里的声音喜极而泣,展现的很真实。但男主表现的相对拘谨,前两个空间男主在设定上确实比较压抑,但总感觉男主是压着嗓子说台词,没有放的开。
电影全片比
女主演技在线,无论是丧子之后的沮丧还是被绑要被杀死前的恐惧,以及最后一个时空面露喜悦女主与初始时空女主黯然神伤截然不同的面部表情,都可以说明女演员的表演功底,最后一幕女主听到儿子电话里的声音喜极而泣,展现的很真实。但男主表现的相对拘谨,前两个空间男主在设定上确实比较压抑,但总感觉男主是压着嗓子说台词,没有放的开。
电影全片比较素,100万的投资成本不可能拥有像盗梦空间、信条之类的科幻悬疑片既有烧脑情节又有惊心动魄的镜头,可以说本片完全是靠剧本的节奏来带动观众的兴趣。即使如此,仍认为电影中存在不少不合理之处。
没有看过恐怖游轮和彗星来的那一夜,对于本片的故事情节还是很感兴趣的。但悬疑性不强,整个故事流程在看完整部电影观众差不多都能不大用思考就想明白了,在没有刺激的镜头的前提下,就有点像流水账一样。在女主穿越到第一个错位时空时候,就把平行时空说了出来;等女主寻了半天都没找到自己原来的时空,博士点透是别的时空想取代当时时空的女主而向初始时空女主开枪。若这些情节不点名而随着情节推动让观众自己去想应该更有意思一点吧。不过原本以为这个故事会走向闭环,即女主最后忍无可忍也穿越了时间变成了电影开端开枪射击的那个女主,最后发现却不是自己猜到的这样。
最不理解的是女主到了一错位时空女主从林中蹦出来直接朝男主和女主哥开枪后被反杀的那个时空时,叫醒了醉酒的男主,后续女主哥一下呼晕女主将女主绑在椅子上欲杀女主,反而男主身为女主老公心软了,想放女主跑,这就不大合逻辑,难道哥哥就不心疼妹妹吗?如果是考虑一个刚死的人突然诈尸回来的那种恐慌,感觉提前描述下之前那段情节应该更合适吧。还有,关于这个时空是不是女主本身的时空,我认为不是的,因为女生说她害死了童童此时女主哥哥却非常激动说这不是她的妹妹。其次,为什么女主一开始穿越的世界没有女主本身,越往后就会有与当前世界女主重叠的现象?还是说穿越到没女主的世界时这个世界的女主也穿越到其他世界里去了?
博士男主经历几十次穿越后忍无可忍,“自杀”了另一个时空的自己取而代之,并教导女主你若不取带另个时空的自己,自己的安危就很难保证,期待着女主也通过同样的方式结束这该死的循环。随着女主穿越到另一个平行时空,确实萌生了这种想法,最后还是心软了,仅是打晕了这个时空的自己,并没有下杀手。印象最深刻的是女主朝树林里开了一枪,我在想这子弹会不会穿越无数时空,直到击杀一个倒霉的穿越三人组(好像主角哥也穿越了)之一呢?
电影最后是一个开放性的结局,女主穿越到了一个儿子童童还没有死去的世界 她心动了,想留在这个世界,于是在她拿炸药炸掉这片穿越时空起点的林子后,传来了医学机器心跳为0的声响,结合开头“妈妈,醒醒啊”的话语,我推测的现实是两种,第一种是因为回到原来的时空,在这个时空遭遇了不测,送往了医院 这时候童童在身边。第二种是女主的梦境,车祸是真是发生的,女主在昏迷状态耳朵听到的话语在脑海中映射形成的梦境,比如昏迷两个多月啦,在哪号病床啊,最后男主签字放弃治疗啊啥的,这些情节都是昏迷听到的反应到了梦中了。
故事讲到最后,如果能说明为什么会引发平行世界,第一个穿越点是谁,把这个连环穿越时件略详细的讲述一下感觉会更好一些吧。
“科洛弗宇宙”系列第三部上映,其实在科洛弗悖论之前,当初单看《科洛弗档案》和《科洛弗道10号》的时候,只是单纯觉得,“哎?这两片子名字开头一样,难不成有什么联系?”但是看完之后又感觉没有什么太大的联系,当成了各自单独的影片来看。直到这部号称“科洛弗宇宙”第三部的科洛弗悖论登场,总算是把三部勉强串联到了一起。
随着地球人口激增,能源紧缺,大家都要活不下去了。于是整个地球大家庭联手,
“科洛弗宇宙”系列第三部上映,其实在科洛弗悖论之前,当初单看《科洛弗档案》和《科洛弗道10号》的时候,只是单纯觉得,“哎?这两片子名字开头一样,难不成有什么联系?”但是看完之后又感觉没有什么太大的联系,当成了各自单独的影片来看。直到这部号称“科洛弗宇宙”第三部的科洛弗悖论登场,总算是把三部勉强串联到了一起。
随着地球人口激增,能源紧缺,大家都要活不下去了。于是整个地球大家庭联手,准备搞一个大项目,项目成功后人类的能源将取之不尽用之不竭,拯救全人类。这就是“上帝粒子”项目,在太空中进行粒子对撞,产生无尽的能量。
这个项目集结了当今最重要的七个大国的精英(巴西?),每个人胳膊上绣着自己的国旗,其他六大国的航天员都说英语,中国的国际章说的是汉语,而且他们还可以无障碍的交流,国际章还说过“最好带几盘饺子上来”。看起来其他六国人马都可以听懂汉语,而且还时不时的说上一两句。看来汉语伴随着中国的强大,在不久的将来汉语就将成为国际通用语言了。尤其在与地面联系时,每个人基本都要先说一句,“秦皇岛”,这个“秦皇岛”到底是谁,也引发了外国网友的集体猜测。国际章在本片里也不是打酱油,有了比较重要的戏份。
在粒子对撞实验开始前,地球上的节目直播里,就有专家在得不得的诉说着这个项目的各种未知风险,其中就包含了可能打开异次元之门,把各种怪物、怪兽之类的送到地球,虽然这只是很小的一个插曲,很快就被不耐烦的指令长勒令关闭直播而中断,但是却非常的重要,直接串联起了第三部科洛弗悖论和前面两部的关系,也为本部最后的结尾埋了伏笔。
粒子对撞实验开始后,当然了,正如预料当中的那样,开启了异次元之门,小队们先是找不到地球了,然后又发生了各种各样的怪事,仿佛之前所学的物理学知识都不够用了,全部得要打破重来,直到发现自己已经身处和原来不同的平行时空,地球上还活着另外一个自己才知道这回玩大了。无尽能源没搞到,自己反倒回不了家了。
不过与此同时,地球上也经历了灾难,女主老公在街上发现的影子,应该就是对应第一部《科洛弗档案》中没有解释来由突然冒出来的那个怪物。
经历了重重险阻,最终存活下来的航天员准备返回那个并不属于自己的地球家园,当然了,除了返回还有什么别的选择吗?显然没有。
地球上的灾难并没有经过主要的呈现,只是通过女主的老公侧面展现,什么城市乱了,一会有飞机了,一会到处乱响有爆炸声之类的,直到最后结尾那一个怒吼的身体突破天际的怪兽,才告诉大家,可不仅仅是《科洛弗档案》里那一只怪兽而已,恐怕已经全方位被怪兽占领,这里能不能对应《科洛弗道10号》?勉强能拉扯上吧。
至于影片中间展现各种平行时空的怪异事件,倒没有多重要,最重要的是把前面三部全部串联在了一起。总算支撑起了“科洛弗宇宙”,而不是每个单独成片的松散架构了。
《深爱》问出了很多深漂心底的问题,深圳有爱情么?在深圳待了多年的我,对这个城市有着不一样的复杂的感受。有高寒的只接受纯净,也有秦浩说的接受有杂志的,学会跟社会和解,跟自己和解。
画面很舒适,宝安春茧、市民中心和会展中心那一片,无数次走过,第一次空中看它的夜景,很美很震撼,尤其无人机竞技环节里飙过的路人场景
《深爱》问出了很多深漂心底的问题,深圳有爱情么?在深圳待了多年的我,对这个城市有着不一样的复杂的感受。有高寒的只接受纯净,也有秦浩说的接受有杂志的,学会跟社会和解,跟自己和解。
画面很舒适,宝安春茧、市民中心和会展中心那一片,无数次走过,第一次空中看它的夜景,很美很震撼,尤其无人机竞技环节里飙过的路人场景,很真实,笑得眼泪都出来了;奋斗过程中,深夜的努力,别人的误解,爱情与事业的抉择,那份焦虑、纠结和隐忍,眼前浮光掠影,想哭??演员们的演技真的很棒,带入感太强
深圳就像魔方一样到处充满魔幻,也很现实。没有哪个老板是不画饼的,大公司永远都是充满权利斗争,贪污腐败,不是因为想挣钱,谁会去深圳?
很多时候,走着走着,会忘记自己想要的是什么。愈加理解那句话。“除了亲情,所有其他关系的温暖都是恩赐”,深圳,不是没有爱情,只是你没想认真的爱,在努力拼搏的同时相信爱情的存在,哪怕它不够纯净。且行且珍惜??
真的还不错虽然没有爆点但可以打80分剧本挺完整的??在犯罪片中聚焦家庭本来没打算看但没忍住开了第一集逐渐被吸引然后又是一次性刷完几条剧情线并行 剪辑也不乱 看的很爽而且全是熟人好亲切哈哈哈哈btw我错过了my name没错过这个到头来还是被朴叔圈粉还有永远爱的垃圾哥 永远在线的神演技??
真的还不错虽然没有爆点但可以打80分剧本挺完整的??在犯罪片中聚焦家庭本来没打算看但没忍住开了第一集逐渐被吸引然后又是一次性刷完几条剧情线并行 剪辑也不乱 看的很爽而且全是熟人好亲切哈哈哈哈btw我错过了my name没错过这个到头来还是被朴叔圈粉还有永远爱的垃圾哥 永远在线的神演技??
在设计去年共读计划时,我们将《弗兰·勒博维茨:假装我们在城市》放置于女性“预见者”主题之下。这部纪录片主角弗兰·勒博维茨头脑聪敏,言语机智,很有见地,不爱运动和财商滞后的一面又显得笨拙、滑稽。她说自己是买房房跌,卖画画涨,错过了很多次暴富的机会,而且又傲慢又偏见,视一切电子产品如洪水猛兽,简直就是“预见者”字面意思的反
在设计去年共读计划时,我们将《弗兰·勒博维茨:假装我们在城市》放置于女性“预见者”主题之下。这部纪录片主角弗兰·勒博维茨头脑聪敏,言语机智,很有见地,不爱运动和财商滞后的一面又显得笨拙、滑稽。她说自己是买房房跌,卖画画涨,错过了很多次暴富的机会,而且又傲慢又偏见,视一切电子产品如洪水猛兽,简直就是“预见者”字面意思的反面典型嘛。
实际上,称她为“洞见者”更恰当。
当我们看人物纪录片时,我们在看什么?这部纪录片的导演/对谈者马丁·斯科塞斯在美国影视界地位中坚,长踞影响力权势榜之上,虚构作品拍得好好的,为什么要拍纪录片?事实上他拍摄的人物纪录片可不止这一部,他对迈克尔·杰克逊的记录为一个时代留下了珍贵的资料,他拍摄的关于上世纪60年代的电影纪录片充分地表达了自己的艺术观——相对一个电影人,或许他的身份认同更是知识分子:对身处的世界和时代进行记录、讨论和追问,是一种自觉的责任感。
为何这次是勒博维茨?
一是因为他和勒博维茨是多年好友。他们此前在纪录片《公众演讲》中对谈过一回,很嗨,也很成功,多么甜蜜的回忆。不同的是,这次是斯科塞斯自己组局,更加自由,怎么倒腾都行,所以他大肆塞进了自己执导的各种影视片段,还很巧妙贴切,令人服气。他们在一个朋友圈玩耍,拥有很大的便利性和话语权,这部纪录片就像老朋友随意的围炉夜话,目的就是玩——玩的人觉得好玩,看的人如果也觉得好玩,善莫大焉。
二是他们有共同的关注点和城市回忆。纽约客,这是个既表述鲜明,又寓意隐含的专有名词,带着一点玩世不恭,一点刻薄抱怨和喋喋不休的身份认同,他们见证着城市的迁变,经历过共同的城市创伤,拥有对过往时光的追恋,到了一定年纪会怀旧,还坦坦然然地自恋,坚定捍卫自己的代际价值观。
一个没去过纽约,有限经验仅从书本、报刊和影像中来的人,可能不太容易感受到纪录片传递的特殊氛围。当然,你也是喜欢的,人类最朴素的渴望就是远方、异国、异质感。娴熟的影视制作和重磅传播更带着天然优势,连斯科塞斯拍摄的某些影片中那些凄凄暗暗,也被蒙上了一层奇妙的滤镜。这一切又不能成为深度代入的理由,它像一部离岸观察笔记,也像你参加一个圈子不熟悉的社交聚会,看场里人互动频频,运用着一些黑话,你只恍恍惚惚。
有意思的点还是很多:
首先关于女性话题。
勒博维茨提到17岁被高中开除后去纽约当出租车司机,之所以选择这个职业,是因为她不想当女招待和酒店服务员。You know,这是她的口头禅,在谈到性别问题时就别有深意。
上世纪60年代的纽约,女性能做的职业不多,女招待?酒店服务员?看似门槛不高的工作,必须通过顶头上司一关,而他们通常是男性。为了得到机会,女性要付出超出工作本身的性别成本,“有个餐厅的老板是同性恋者,你知道有多少女孩去应聘吗?”那简直是黄金职位,令女孩们趋之若鹜。年轻的勒博维茨桀骜不驯,更愿意去开出租车。她知道纽约城的大街小巷,以及每一个司机喜爱的小餐馆。
她支持Me too,对女性共助,奋起揭露抗争黑暗事实拍手称快。但她也头脑清醒,作为一个浸淫文化产业多年的作家,一个通常演自己、偶尔客串角色的非典型演员,一个影视产业上游的制作人,丰富的人生经历让她了解很多行业真相,在纪录片中她没有对这个问题大谈特谈,她不是典型的女权主义者,和斯科塞斯谈话时,他们有点默契地含混,这种留白反而让人理解更多。在结构性的问题上谈论太多毫无意义,何况她无意于此,尽管她在性别偏见中毫不妥协,按照自己的想法活成一个我行我素的女性主义者。
其次是关于她作为纽约客。
确切地说,勒博维茨是个“纽漂”,她老家新泽西州离纽约不远,约等于从苏州到上海,属于泛纽约都市圈。高中被开除后她又丧又梗又自由,开着人生的第一辆破车,不去纽约,去哪儿?到了纽约之后,勒博维茨又有些运气,从出租车司机到清洁女工到写作枪手,然后成为安迪·沃霍尔的雇员和朋友,之后是《名利场》撰稿人,她开启了一条纽约“名利场”的金光大道。她又有不错的天赋和才华,她旁观一切,意见颇多,表达方式幽默且辛辣,“评判是我的专业”,除了是非典型演员,她也是非典型作家,毕竟她出版的书并不多。文字和语言工作更多体现在专栏和演讲,可以说,说话是她的专长,冒犯是她的本能,有趣是她的主调。她以时尚Icon和意见领袖成为美国大众文化的偶像,如果没有这种个性和经历,很难想象她会成为纽约客。
其三是纪录片着眼的城市变迁。
这部纪录片显得很松弛,几乎是两个纽约客的文化漫谈,内容涵盖电影、音乐、阅读、生活、审美、金钱观、建筑、城市规划、政治、移民等领域,各章节甚至用纽约的多个政府部门作为标题,如文化事务部、预算委员会、体育与健康部门等,这些章节下的议题大致也会勾连到相应的内容上,散发着讽刺、调侃和唱反调的气质。
如在体育话题上,她就明确表示讨厌体育,片中截取她接受采访时的片段,无论被体育迷主持人如何疯狂引导或反驳,她都岿然不动,坚持自己就是讨厌体育,哪怕是她曾坐在拳王阿里最辉煌的比赛前排。她表示那只是凑巧,那不代表我喜欢体育,那场比赛可以当做一种文化现象看。
把一座城市无限缩小,再和真人对比,有一种震撼感。《假装我们在城市》的拍摄场景之一就是纽约城市微缩模型,他们让勒博维茨穿着鞋套,踩进哈德逊河,她像进入《格列夫游记》里的小人国世界,不同的是这座死寂的模型城市中不会蹿出一群利立浦特人,他们不会把她捉去献给国王。这种设置营造了一个异境空间,在这个空间中讲述城市时间的流逝,给人一种奇幻的,可疑的,不确定的印象。
她只为自己脑海中的纽约负责,貌似看到了城市整体,但它也可能是虚幻的,有限的。真真假假的爱和恨,吐槽之中带着热切的肯定,一个人和自己生活的城市之间,哪能说得明白。接受复杂迷离,也就接受了城市生存的真相。这样看,纽约之于勒博维茨,和上海、北京、成都……其他城市之于我们,本质也差不多。如何理解我们的生存空间,可能不如如何描述它重要。
最后,关于她的阅读主张。
勒博维茨说出了我的某种梦想:专职读书。如果靠读书就能生存,谁还去奔波啊。仔细想,这种逃避思想也是不对的,不能带来终极满足。如果必须专职读书,我们或许又想去干别的,想去神游了吧。
勒博维茨是个重度书虫,从她的谈话和专栏可以看到阅读的趣味和积淀如何形塑她的气质。
片中一个场景,她和斯科塞斯两人在图书馆的排排书架中穿梭,他们谈论着对彼此相熟或不相熟的作家的看法,交流阅读的快乐与满足,阅读被干扰时的痛苦,以及被书评人误导后的愤怒和报复。
他们还去书架中搜索关于意大利文化和犹太文化的图书,作为两个典型的意大利后裔和非典型犹太人后裔,他们都烙印着族群的文化痕迹和集体记忆。谈话中被提及的人或事,一如既往地穿插着的相应的电影片段,它们无一不是斯科塞斯的作品。作为捧哏者,他似乎通过影像夺回了自己的阵地,谦逊了又像不很谦逊,自恋了又不像很自恋。阅读者和造梦者,在书本营造的物理空间中,完成了好朋友手拉手的默契。
这部纪录片在豆瓣的评分高达9.0,高得对斯科塞斯其他影视作品显得不公平,尽管那些作品的分数基本都在9.0以上。这个分数让我看到豆瓣系统的大数据特点,文艺趣味、观众构成、城市文化等权重很大,虽然已是相对安静和公正的平台,但它依然有些不平衡性。
所以,如果你看《假装我们在城市》时昏昏欲睡,或感到名不副实,错不在你。如果只是假装在那个城市,如果身在乡村、小镇……我们不用知道勒博维茨,她是美国人的纽约梦,不是我们的。
在pd101 这就是街舞等各大选秀节目盛行的时代 暗夜古宅算是一股综艺界的“清流”占据了我的视线 基本那些选秀节目都看得让人想睡觉想快进 而暗夜古宅让人欲罢不能 完全被吸引 首先本人原本就喜欢恐怖惊悚类 类似于河神 而刚好暗夜古宅的画风就跟这些很像 其次唐禹哲是初中就喜欢的爱豆 没想到在这个节目里看到了唐禹哲另外一面 简直就是IQ男神 聪明的男人真的是太有魅力了 每一期的剧情都很棒 不管是昆
在pd101 这就是街舞等各大选秀节目盛行的时代 暗夜古宅算是一股综艺界的“清流”占据了我的视线 基本那些选秀节目都看得让人想睡觉想快进 而暗夜古宅让人欲罢不能 完全被吸引 首先本人原本就喜欢恐怖惊悚类 类似于河神 而刚好暗夜古宅的画风就跟这些很像 其次唐禹哲是初中就喜欢的爱豆 没想到在这个节目里看到了唐禹哲另外一面 简直就是IQ男神 聪明的男人真的是太有魅力了 每一期的剧情都很棒 不管是昆仑古墓还是谎言村 都能给人惊喜 而节目每一张截图都像电影海报 人设也很鲜明 非常喜欢