女神捕又来啦,这次是“致敬”《新龙门客栈》(抄了客栈一段),其实就是拉到西部的背景去,破一样无脑的案子,打打架,案结,下班。 故事是《龙门飞甲》的模仿。
女神捕轻而易举就制服了河间三鬼,TM却说我现在去沙城找你们的小弟(另一只鬼),搞清楚他潜伏沙城到底想干什么。编剧你是猪吗?正常不应该先逼问这三鬼你们老弟去沙城是要干嘛?在逼问无效后,才是去找当事人啊。
本来为了让女
女神捕又来啦,这次是“致敬”《新龙门客栈》(抄了客栈一段),其实就是拉到西部的背景去,破一样无脑的案子,打打架,案结,下班。 故事是《龙门飞甲》的模仿。
女神捕轻而易举就制服了河间三鬼,TM却说我现在去沙城找你们的小弟(另一只鬼),搞清楚他潜伏沙城到底想干什么。编剧你是猪吗?正常不应该先逼问这三鬼你们老弟去沙城是要干嘛?在逼问无效后,才是去找当事人啊。
本来为了让女主有互动,已经设置了一个丫环的角色(类似华生),可是导演还要用女主的独白来交代推理、内心戏,也是无能之极,这辣鸡电视剧才用的手段,就算你是电视电影,也不要使用啊,否则就沦为栏目剧了!
这个商蓉,比“女典史”系列的整容脸们演技好点,但看多了真腻了,能不能换个人啊?对了,丫环的反串太假了,国产电视剧总是这样糊弄观众,女扮男装就那么容易,你至少也要有《远大前程》佟丽娅的乱真程度啊。
这是一部笑中带泪的电影。开篇简单愉快,新婚的夫妻俩自拍互拍、相互打闹,然后开始甜蜜的蜜月之旅,电影就在这样简单的氛围之中开始了。一场车祸使得何蔓(女主)失去了五年的记忆,她的记忆停留在了那场蜜月旅行的时候,然而实际上,时间已经过去了五年。五年之间发生了很多事情,此时的她已经和谢宇(男主)离婚了,而她对于这五年之间的一切完全没有记忆。于是,那句我不明白为什么一觉醒来,你就不是我的了成为全片最大
这是一部笑中带泪的电影。开篇简单愉快,新婚的夫妻俩自拍互拍、相互打闹,然后开始甜蜜的蜜月之旅,电影就在这样简单的氛围之中开始了。一场车祸使得何蔓(女主)失去了五年的记忆,她的记忆停留在了那场蜜月旅行的时候,然而实际上,时间已经过去了五年。五年之间发生了很多事情,此时的她已经和谢宇(男主)离婚了,而她对于这五年之间的一切完全没有记忆。于是,那句我不明白为什么一觉醒来,你就不是我的了成为全片最大的泪点。何蔓选取住进谢宇的家,期望能够找回记忆,谢宇出于同情也欣然理解。在这过程之中,何蔓慢慢地了解到了这五年间所发生的一切,前三年他们一如既往的恩爱,形影不离,而在两年之前何蔓升职之后,他们的生活开始发生了变化,她变成了工作狂,脾气也变得暴躁,而谢宇为引起何蔓的注意开始找借口频繁应酬,却让何蔓以为谢宇有了外遇,在一个醉酒的晚上,何蔓与心理医生发生了关系,两人互相折磨,互相伤害,逐渐形同陌路,他们的婚姻也走向了破裂。明白真相的何蔓倍感愧疚,谢宇选取和何蔓重新开始。一个人要直面自己的过去是需要勇气的,尤其是那些不太光彩的过去。影片展现了两人在此过程中所面临的内心挣扎和痛苦。其间,对于何蔓的追问,谢宇说过一句我害怕你明白了以后你就不喜欢我了,由此能够看出其实谢宇仍然爱着何蔓,他害怕再像以前一样他们两人再次走向陌路,他再次失去何蔓。而当谢宇得知何蔓已经明白自己以前出轨时,说了一句你还爱着他吗?,能够明白这个男人当时内心的痛苦。但是他还是选取了宽容,既然何蔓已经失忆,那就重新开始。正当很多人以为故事将以大团圆结局结束时,剧情却出现了反转。何蔓被诊断出患有脑萎缩症,刚刚做过的事情就会忘记,并且病情不断加重。即使这样,何蔓依然记得他们的结婚周年纪念,并在那天去买了之前谢宇想要的手机(五年以前),谢宇重新对何蔓求婚,感动之余,何蔓也做了一个决定:她瞒着谢宇做了风险极大的手术,为的是给予他幸福。在留给谢宇的录音中,一句你让我成为世界上最幸福的女人,我也要给予你幸福令人动容,感情让人不惧死亡。结果手术失败,何蔓高位截瘫,并且肺功能衰竭,只能靠一台机器呼吸。她不想再拖累谢宇,期望谢宇关掉呼吸机结束她的生命,遭谢宇拒绝后选取自杀,但是并未成功。谢宇在和好友丹尼聊天时释怀,决定同意何蔓的请求。但是影片结尾并未给出谢宇是否关掉呼吸机的镜头,以谢宇抱着病床上的何蔓并不断说不要怕而结束。或许这是给观众留下一些思考的空间吧。在谢宇和丹尼聊天时,丹尼叙述自己父亲的故事时所说的一句话我不需要出席你人生中每一个重要的时刻,只要在每一个重要的时刻,我明白你心里都有我,那我就无憾了。(丹尼父亲患癌症,丹尼要父亲出席自己毕业典礼时丹尼父亲说的)打动了我。月有阴晴圆缺,人有悲欢离合,人生本来就不是完美的。影片以简单的喜剧开篇,却以韩剧式的杯具结束,令人回味无穷。我觉得影片留给我们最大的收获就是珍惜眼前,珍惜当下,不要给自己的未来留下更多的遗憾。也许何蔓在那场车祸中就就应离去,影片让她以新的方式过了一遍那缺失的五年时光,这也使得双方都更加珍惜对方,他们都害怕失去对方。但是以杯具结尾又将我们拉回现实,现实中没有如果,时光也不可能倒流,该离去的终究会离去。人生中很多事情是不完美的,总会有残缺和遗憾,亲情、感情和友情都是如此,父母总有一天会离我们而去,以前的伴侣和好友也有可能反目。所以,请珍惜当前所拥有的,不要等失去了才后悔。虽然没有以很多人所期望的大团圆结束,但影片给了我们另一种风景,一种残缺的美丽。诚然,失忆题材的影片多如牛毛,耳熟能详的如韩国的《我脑中的橡皮擦》,欧美的《恋恋笔记本》《初恋50次》,大陆的《不再让你孤单》《我的失忆男友》等等,部部都是骗的人无数眼泪的催泪弹。当然,要想在同类型电影里取得成功并超越前者必得有自身的标新立异或者不同凡响之处。当失忆题材遇上车祸和绝症剧情简直和韩剧无异。值得欣喜的是,本片没有走上和韩剧一样矫揉造作的狗血剧情,而是以悲喜剧的方式带你重温另一版的《分手说爱你》。电影一开场以主观记录的伪拍摄手法进行拍摄,很容易让人联想到黄真真前作《分手说爱你》。很显然,《被偷走的那五年》有笑点,有泪点,也有雷点,但是很难到达创新突破,导演刻意营造的简单气氛也在颇具争议的结尾中毁于一旦。 在我看来,《被偷走的那五年》是一部奇怪的电影,喜剧开场,杯具收尾,中间还穿插了类似范玮琪新歌的mv和歌舞,观影情绪可谓是五味陈杂。人们向来喜欢用三段式解读一部电影,《被偷走的那五年》也是一部典型的三段式电影。第一段是简单搞怪的新婚生活,简单愉快,贴近生活,白百合和张孝全本真的表演带来一次次惊喜,引得在座的笑声连连。第二段为我的记忆不见了,失忆女开始踏上找回记忆之旅。片中主人公何蔓曾不止一次的声嘶力竭的说我们为什么会离婚,为什么一觉醒来后一切都变了摸样。第二段就在替何蔓寻找答案,解答这些为什么。看过影片的观众都明白,直到影片最后都没有交代出记忆是否找回,反而剧情急飓转变进入了第三段,上演了一场感天动地的生死之恋。童话中的王子和公主并没有过上幸福美满的生活,公主没有如预期的战胜病魔,王子也没有吻醒公主,而是采用了医学上的禁忌,换得一个不完美中的完美结局。
现实中,每一段感情都像是一个没有回路的冒险,我们不明白会在哪些时刻哪些地点就走向了终结,也不明白分手后是否还会有破镜重圆的一天。看完电影后我们都会深思,假如老天再给我一次机会的话,我会不会对那个女孩说一句,爱你一万年。还是改变自身,从头再来。
京剧猫个人认为极具有中国特色,就如它的名字一般,里里外外都是中国的感觉,画风剧情什么的,自认为是无可挑剔,一开始以为第一季做的好,之后可能后面的就越做越差了,不仅是因为没有钱了,还是因为我看过很多动漫第一季做的很好,第二季就没有了原来的味道,但是京剧猫看了这么多季,还是原来的味道,还是原来的白糖,即便第四季经费已经不够,画风依然是那么的美,并没有因此而忽悠我们(>ω<)我们也会努
京剧猫个人认为极具有中国特色,就如它的名字一般,里里外外都是中国的感觉,画风剧情什么的,自认为是无可挑剔,一开始以为第一季做的好,之后可能后面的就越做越差了,不仅是因为没有钱了,还是因为我看过很多动漫第一季做的很好,第二季就没有了原来的味道,但是京剧猫看了这么多季,还是原来的味道,还是原来的白糖,即便第四季经费已经不够,画风依然是那么的美,并没有因此而忽悠我们(>ω<)我们也会努力的刷热度的!!整部剧都在围绕着,“只要有信念,就一定能做到”这句话来讲,一开始只有白糖一个人相信到后面所有人都开始说这句话,这也许就是一个很细微的变化,白糖在潜移默化的改变着周围的人,,白糖的身世现在还是个谜,白糖总是乐观的,与他悲惨的经历并不相符,正是因为如此,每当他用微笑着的语言说着扎心的话时,才会特别心疼……京剧猫的人物塑造的简直无可挑剔,真的很厉害,也不希望因为经费不足而下架
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尤沃金.提爾(Joachim Trier)今年入選奧斯卡最佳外語片挪威代表的《魔女席瑪》(Thelma,港譯《北國凶靈》)可謂新瓶舊酒的女性成長寓言。就文類來看,《魔女席瑪》是一部結合心理驚悚懸疑與超自然元素的劇情片,然而細究便會發現,本片的結構亦符合同志成年(coming-of-ag
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尤沃金.提爾(Joachim Trier)今年入選奧斯卡最佳外語片挪威代表的《魔女席瑪》(Thelma,港譯《北國凶靈》)可謂新瓶舊酒的女性成長寓言。就文類來看,《魔女席瑪》是一部結合心理驚悚懸疑與超自然元素的劇情片,然而細究便會發現,本片的結構亦符合同志成年(coming-of-age)純愛小品的架構,電影宣傳標語精煉道出本片探究的議題:有時最恐怖的莫過於發現自己真實的身分(Sometimes the most terrifying discovery is who you really are.)。這裡倒不須急着把「身分」兩字等同於女同志身分,畢竟真實的自己可以有太多種不同的樣貌。
事實上,蟄伏於自己體內的魔物恐怕是恐怖電影迷再熟悉不過的母題(motif)了。若將這個母題置於成長故事的脈絡來檢視,觀眾不難發現許多恐怖文本的主角都是青少年,因為成長本身便是處處充斥恐懼的過程:從青春期過渡到成年的身體產生諸多令自己感到陌生的未知變化,「我」不再是過去熟悉的「我」;青春期因此是模稜、脫序、無法以舊有知識理解的恐怖,這種源自自身的陌異感在本片可謂與斯堪地那維亞式的沉鬱冷冽氛圍完美融合。
由艾莉.哈柏(Eili Harboe)飾演的席瑪擁有用念力移物的能力,自小對家庭造成極大的威脅,席瑪的父母更是千方百計試圖抑制席瑪過於強烈的情緒波動。劇中擁有偏執控制欲的家長、以基督徒信仰教育成人且篤行禁慾的席瑪與其壓抑的憤怒都讓人聯想到史蒂芬.金的經典小說《魔女嘉莉》(Carrie)與後續在1976和2013年上映的改編電影(片商最後決定的譯名也反映出這個連結),然而除了女性覺醒與成長的恐懼之外,這部電影更直接地將魔女的形象扣連到女女戀的情慾探索。
導演在訪談中表示自己期許《魔女席瑪》能對恐怖/愛情電影提出新詮,並坦承本片的靈感源自大衛.柯能堡(David Cronenberg)1983年的科幻驚悚之作《死亡禁地》(Dead Zone)、同年由東尼.史考特(Tony Scott)執導的《千年血后》(The Hunger)和羅曼.波蘭斯基(Roman Polanski)1968年的恐怖經典《失嬰記》(Rosemary’s Baby),而後者「不是逃離怪物魔掌的故事、亦非女人身為受害弱者的寓言」,《魔女席瑪》融合北歐家庭通俗劇、女性成長故事和超自然驚悚片的題旨便可從此窺知。[繼續閱讀...]
好多人都说烂尾了,于是我带着愤怒的心情着急忙慌的看完最后四集。看完我觉得没有烂尾,除了用梦来形容这一场相遇让我不太满意,但其实每一个场景都是在做铺垫吧我以前看剧从来不带脑子,看着看着就放弃了那种,这部剧最后因为带着情绪,所以可能我的脑子就上线了梦里反复提醒李进步一切会消失,所以独步凌霄be了也不意外,但梦里的段霄也一直说大花去哪他去哪,所以周彦辰出现了,即使他也不是梦里的段霄,但现实中妈妈的
好多人都说烂尾了,于是我带着愤怒的心情着急忙慌的看完最后四集。看完我觉得没有烂尾,除了用梦来形容这一场相遇让我不太满意,但其实每一个场景都是在做铺垫吧我以前看剧从来不带脑子,看着看着就放弃了那种,这部剧最后因为带着情绪,所以可能我的脑子就上线了梦里反复提醒李进步一切会消失,所以独步凌霄be了也不意外,但梦里的段霄也一直说大花去哪他去哪,所以周彦辰出现了,即使他也不是梦里的段霄,但现实中妈妈的同学段霄也不是梦里的段霄,所以这个结局算是给李进步一个交代吧还有梦里孩子是学霸的,校霸是接盘。现实中妈妈和校霸吃饭时说的话就证实梦是真的,校霸说在离婚是不想听青桐说话,因为无非是要说谢谢,所以孩子就是学霸的,至于学霸即使他被李青桐治愈过,说到底他也没有校霸更爱李青桐,所以我觉得没什么遗憾,十月怀胎时的陪伴更像是最长情的告白吧我也不觉得吴智勋真的爱李青桐,对于他来说李青桐只是他压抑生活的一根救命稻草罢了,他选择出国是直接做好决定才告诉李青桐的,在他的心底李青桐就是无法理解他的,而陈君何不一样,他之前霸道惯了,但自从喜欢李青桐后他的棱角没了,毕业后的发展机会也放弃了,选择陪伴十月怀胎,重要的孩子也不是他的
李进步快要离开的时候看见陈君何喂李青桐罐头时,以及最后的电话就表示她认同李青桐和陈君何在一起了,所以回到现实中,她促成了成年李青桐和陈君何的饭局,之所以没提吴智勋是因为不重要了,本来母女相依为命的生活,现在的李进步也能理解妈妈了,所以亲爸是谁不重要,重要的谁爱他妈,他妈的想法,所以最后她也说只要李青桐幸福就好
而且最后四集真的赚足我的眼泪,这部剧无论是从亲情上还是爱情上,亦或是友情,师生情都诠释的很好,剧里的铺垫也不是烧脑的,相反铺垫是一直再重复
所以这样的结局很好了,把该交代的交代好,又不冗长,是我最近看的最好看的一部国产剧,一点都没烂尾就是有一点遗憾的是,最后都没有八蛋儿了
看了影片又看了众多差评,替影片小小抱个不平吧,不是专业影人,也不需过多评价剧本,人设,演技,只是觉的从头到尾看的还挺欢乐的,对于带来欢乐观影体验的影片多给点鼓励支持吧!想起了倪妮演的重回十八岁,无须那么多推敲,也不在意是否严丝合缝,单单养眼就是收获了,小老百姓图个乐子而己。詹瑞文的每身衣服都那么色彩斑斓,但也不失优雅得体
看了影片又看了众多差评,替影片小小抱个不平吧,不是专业影人,也不需过多评价剧本,人设,演技,只是觉的从头到尾看的还挺欢乐的,对于带来欢乐观影体验的影片多给点鼓励支持吧!想起了倪妮演的重回十八岁,无须那么多推敲,也不在意是否严丝合缝,单单养眼就是收获了,小老百姓图个乐子而己。詹瑞文的每身衣服都那么色彩斑斓,但也不失优雅得体
本文是日记结构,不想看上映前的碎碎念,想看影片评价的,请直接移步到【2022-12-14】的日记。
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
严峻版本的翠翠电影更富有生活活力,里面的人物更充满了草根气息,台词口语化,氛围轻松,人际相处更融合自然。凌子风版本的翠翠电影与原著更接近:冷色调、忧伤、抑郁、难懂,适合有较高文学和电影素养的人看,或者反复揣摩看过多次原著的。青山绿水的背景,冷色调的整体效果,透着冷清,仿佛看了开头,就知道是一个悲剧。台词惜字如金,好像知道自己是文学的经典形象,不肯多说一句。表演克制、压抑,烦恼郁结于心的。把矛
严峻版本的翠翠电影更富有生活活力,里面的人物更充满了草根气息,台词口语化,氛围轻松,人际相处更融合自然。凌子风版本的翠翠电影与原著更接近:冷色调、忧伤、抑郁、难懂,适合有较高文学和电影素养的人看,或者反复揣摩看过多次原著的。青山绿水的背景,冷色调的整体效果,透着冷清,仿佛看了开头,就知道是一个悲剧。台词惜字如金,好像知道自己是文学的经典形象,不肯多说一句。表演克制、压抑,烦恼郁结于心的。把矛盾处理得若隐若现,也更觉得悲凉。有话说不透,观之无限惆怅。严峻版本的就能够体谅观众,让观众的情绪随着影片忽喜忽悲,但都是痛快淋漓的释放:1 情节上更加自然流畅,表现形式更加人性化。比如结尾处,翠翠听说老二离开就跑下船去追,踏过高高低低的山路,立在大江大河的岸边,远眺,包括镜头最后停住,就是好像望夫崖的背景一样。那种急切的心情、离别的不舍、焦急的寻找、苦苦的等待,情绪一层层释放、递进,与观众的心情吻合。观众看完之后不压抑,情绪也随之释放。2 充分体现了视觉艺术的魅力,不像文字,要揣摩很久,发挥想象力才能得到。像翠翠与老二见面,老二善歌,用湘西民歌表达了自己的爱慕之情。既符合环境设定,又体现了人物的性格。同时把情节向前推进一大步,不必让观众费力的去揣测某个眼神到底到达了什么的深度。3 矛盾在时空上更加集中了。这边长顺家刚知老大的死讯,另一边爷爷拼死也要为翠翠争取幸福。老二做为唯一的知情人却不能阻止矛盾的集中爆发。当长顺知道翠翠的爱情,当爷爷知道老大的死讯。人文的矛盾集中爆发了,灾难瞬间开始:暴雨交加夜,醉酒的爷爷跌跌撞撞、滑到又爬起、回到了家中,闪电雷鸣,山洪爆发,塔也倒了,船也冲跑了。爷爷带着巨大的遗憾去世了。4 情感的前因后果交代得明确,误会都得到了澄清:翠翠和老二的心意能够明确表达,甜蜜过、误会过,只是最后哥哥的死使老二背负了巨大的心理压力,对兄弟的愧疚之情使他不能再面对爱情,无法再跟翠翠在一起。而凌子风版本的电影和原著,关于爱情言之不详,不知道这个爱情怎么发生的,怎么发展的,还没有甜过,就只剩下矛盾了,只剩下人生的愁苦了。而且让善良的爷爷背负了很多的误会和恨。最后一次唠叨一下,不能承受之重:有碾房陪嫁的姑娘,同样失去了爱情,在剧中被遗忘。 老大因为失去生命,改变了所有人的生活轨迹:老二远走他方,翠翠孤苦伶仃,爷爷抱憾去世,长顺家孤老终身。文学作品创作的需要,把有价值的东西毁灭给人看,才能创造出震撼人心的悲剧。希望生活不要有老大这样的,凡事看开点,生命最珍贵,艰难的时候坚持到峰回路转,才会有柳暗花明又一村的风景。林黛真美,自杀真是太可惜了
看了狠多急躁小朋友们的吐槽,我觉得要说句公道话,豆瓣一贯有一种不好的风气,只要是主旋律的电视剧,有爱国情怀,无论多么还原历史客观写实,都是要遭到吐槽的,有本事你们耐心看完在来吐槽,算你是个成年人。
今天看完全集,我觉得心智成熟善良并且心眼不坏的人,都会被这部剧感动落泪,每一个角色都非常丰满有血有肉有灵魂,演员个个可以称得上是中年戏骨,剧情紧凑不拖沓感觉每一段台词和画面都不多余,唯
看了狠多急躁小朋友们的吐槽,我觉得要说句公道话,豆瓣一贯有一种不好的风气,只要是主旋律的电视剧,有爱国情怀,无论多么还原历史客观写实,都是要遭到吐槽的,有本事你们耐心看完在来吐槽,算你是个成年人。
今天看完全集,我觉得心智成熟善良并且心眼不坏的人,都会被这部剧感动落泪,每一个角色都非常丰满有血有肉有灵魂,演员个个可以称得上是中年戏骨,剧情紧凑不拖沓感觉每一段台词和画面都不多余,唯一感觉稍微差一点的演员就是钟心这个角色,现代感太强了,可能跟美国留学有关系吧。
这部剧的的中心主题无需多讲,即便是那些自以为比编剧更牛逼的网友吐槽的感情戏也依然很好看,没有拖拖拉拉妈妈死去活来肥皂泡,真情的流露都是很克制的,真的很棒。
另外这种片子很有批判性,看到组里很多人对这部片子的过审感到错愕,是的,是的我也有同感,这可是在央视黄金一套播出的,但是这就是实事求是面对现实,不遮不掩直面历史的好剧,10年难见,我奉劝这些嘲讽吐槽讥笑党,你们把这个片子耐心的看完,在留下你们的口水,也算一个心眼好使的人。
顺便说说里面我最喜欢的角色是黄凯华,江水宁,但是很遗憾在看了介绍之后这个人物也是虚构的,只有老钟,和王怀民是有人物原型的,而且还不只是一个原型。 特别看好马灿灿这个演员,明日之星期待他的更多佳作吧。
是牠 是牠 就是牠
是牠 是牠 就是牠
刚看完旺达幻视,复联四也过去马上两年了,这还要一年才会上映,谁又知道明年会怎样……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………!!!!!!
刚看完旺达幻视,复联四也过去马上两年了,这还要一年才会上映,谁又知道明年会怎样……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………!!!!!!
完结撒花!
后面几集有点点水
片头曲好好听
听说还有第二季 期待期待
结局女主逆后宫啦哈哈哈哈哈
为了鼓励有效分享要满140个字才能发出去不知道满了没去试试
没满那就再来几个够了么够了么阿瓣够了么
呵还是没够你这个不知足的小软件好吧今天就满足你这次够了吧
hummmmm还没够再发不出去就不发了本来
完结撒花!
后面几集有点点水
片头曲好好听
听说还有第二季 期待期待
结局女主逆后宫啦哈哈哈哈哈
为了鼓励有效分享要满140个字才能发出去不知道满了没去试试
没满那就再来几个够了么够了么阿瓣够了么
呵还是没够你这个不知足的小软件好吧今天就满足你这次够了吧
hummmmm还没够再发不出去就不发了本来也不是什么有营养的发言……但是我还是打了很多字的呀我觉得这次够了
痛苦和欢乐总是交相辉映的,美好的事情中会夹杂着痛苦,悲伤的气氛中也能找到快乐。这就是人生,同时也是真实的生活。当然,人人都期望更美好的生活,期待着欢乐中找寻美好,期待着痛苦中能让幸福永存。但事情的发展从来不以人的意志为转移的,因此,生活中的乐趣总归是少了很多。
痛苦和欢乐总是交相辉映的,美好的事情中会夹杂着痛苦,悲伤的气氛中也能找到快乐。这就是人生,同时也是真实的生活。当然,人人都期望更美好的生活,期待着欢乐中找寻美好,期待着痛苦中能让幸福永存。但事情的发展从来不以人的意志为转移的,因此,生活中的乐趣总归是少了很多。
电影《盲点》的精彩好看之处,不在于华丽得掉渣的快速剪辑,家庭温情影片根本不需要;不在于抑扬顿搓的有力配乐,清淡如水的音乐画龙点睛即可;不在于锋回路转的曲折情节,顺其自然的励志就行。好看在哪呢?好看在传达了不图回报的正能量--爱。很多人评论说影片中莉安妮女士对陌生黑人穷小子麦克的关怀是不合情理的,非亲非故的她为何那么关爱他呢?诚然如果没有美国基督教文化作为电
电影《盲点》的精彩好看之处,不在于华丽得掉渣的快速剪辑,家庭温情影片根本不需要;不在于抑扬顿搓的有力配乐,清淡如水的音乐画龙点睛即可;不在于锋回路转的曲折情节,顺其自然的励志就行。好看在哪呢?好看在传达了不图回报的正能量--爱。很多人评论说影片中莉安妮女士对陌生黑人穷小子麦克的关怀是不合情理的,非亲非故的她为何那么关爱他呢?诚然如果没有美国基督教文化作为电影《盲点》的宗教背景,这样的影片是叫人难以置信的,但因着莉安妮全家的基督教宗教信仰,影片中的情节不但合情合理,而且感人肺腑,催人泪下,给这个冷漠社会极大的正能量传达。