如果不是观影活动,我想我应该是不会花钱买票看这么尴尬的国产动画电影吧……
画面感,还不错,很有欧美风,猫猫狗狗身上的毛都根根可见,算是制作精良,不过有几只感觉就是毛绒玩具……
再来说剧情,真的是无力吐槽,没有最差,只有更差,没有前情,没有故事内容,市长为什么就要清理人和动物……机器人情节,有点想要模仿机器人总动员,又有点模仿大白……总是就是全程尴尬的情节,故事,内容,
如果不是观影活动,我想我应该是不会花钱买票看这么尴尬的国产动画电影吧……
画面感,还不错,很有欧美风,猫猫狗狗身上的毛都根根可见,算是制作精良,不过有几只感觉就是毛绒玩具……
再来说剧情,真的是无力吐槽,没有最差,只有更差,没有前情,没有故事内容,市长为什么就要清理人和动物……机器人情节,有点想要模仿机器人总动员,又有点模仿大白……总是就是全程尴尬的情节,故事,内容,无法言说……
还有,我“亲妈的妈妈ma ma三声”……鸡皮疙瘩啊,满地……
如果是为了哄孩子,那就来吧……
导演很厉害嘛,男主为法院贡献了大部分的时间,单独看男主部分会觉得这人真是认真负责的好法官,性骚扰案也判的很好,对女性也表现的非常尊重,可是背地里,还是他的妻子在本身需要工作的前提下照顾他们的孩子,整个家庭的衣食住行,俩人吵架那集,直接是和稀泥解决的,是,有时候日子不用过得明明白白的,家庭上的根本问题还是没有解决,她过的还是原本的生活,唉,糊糊涂涂的过一辈挺
导演很厉害嘛,男主为法院贡献了大部分的时间,单独看男主部分会觉得这人真是认真负责的好法官,性骚扰案也判的很好,对女性也表现的非常尊重,可是背地里,还是他的妻子在本身需要工作的前提下照顾他们的孩子,整个家庭的衣食住行,俩人吵架那集,直接是和稀泥解决的,是,有时候日子不用过得明明白白的,家庭上的根本问题还是没有解决,她过的还是原本的生活,唉,糊糊涂涂的过一辈挺好的,每次看到男主回家,他的妻子接过递给她的衣服,做好饭菜,教着孩子功课,真的挺难受的,无力改变的现状,不如就当做自己真的幸福开心罢了,女人的付出是不被重视和认可的,甚至是可以忽略的,一个少女,经历婚嫁进入家庭饱经岁月的磨砺和洗礼,为了家庭变的圆滑和世俗,这也不是她想要的,她的丈夫却能轻轻抛出“你变了”这三个字,告诉自己的妻子她不再是自己心目中当年青春岁月那个清纯高洁而又楚楚动人的少女了,他全然忘记深夜里是在谁的怀里失声痛哭,是谁一直支持他不忘赤子之心坚守自己做法官的初心,这样理解支持他的妻子最后得到的是一句“你现在说话怎么变得这么市侩了”这种伤人的话语在一句不情不愿的道歉中被众人簇拥着就一笑而过了,怎么办,日子还得过下去
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希望评论区的各位理性讨论,如果想讨论一个家庭男女分工问题,追求男女平等请向着合理的解决问题的方向去讨论,不要故意用一些以偏概全的例子来激化矛盾,强调男女对立,一个家庭,是由夫妻双方共同支撑起来的,相关的评论我已经删除,希望大家理性讨论不要引战
台湾电影《范保德》是中年男人的悲欢之歌,他们的喜怒哀乐,他们的痛苦与挣扎,他们的何去何从。生活在小镇上的这一群中年人的故事,不要什么都用危机来吓唬人,但确实折射出了他们的伤感与困惑。都是开店做生意的,活到这把岁数对人生都相当有感觉,与庸庸碌碌、醉生梦死的相比,那种有些理想抱负但又被缚住手脚,现在总感到怀才不育、心里不甘的,从我们观众的角度看,其人生更有深度和层次。
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台湾电影《范保德》是中年男人的悲欢之歌,他们的喜怒哀乐,他们的痛苦与挣扎,他们的何去何从。生活在小镇上的这一群中年人的故事,不要什么都用危机来吓唬人,但确实折射出了他们的伤感与困惑。都是开店做生意的,活到这把岁数对人生都相当有感觉,与庸庸碌碌、醉生梦死的相比,那种有些理想抱负但又被缚住手脚,现在总感到怀才不育、心里不甘的,从我们观众的角度看,其人生更有深度和层次。
电影里的男主人公范保德做生意认认真真,遇到事情无论是日常琐事还是人生大事,都能理性地对待,但随着年龄增大,越来越感到那种庸庸碌碌、人生没有施展开的那种遗憾与无奈。不愿意被婆婆妈妈的生活束缚住手脚,并为此做过的抗争,成为这部电影的精彩之处。有才华但富情感,是这类男人的特点。用儿子的话讲,因为爸爸不够无情,轻易抛不开这个家,做不到说走就走,哪里发达到哪里去,只能一辈子留在小镇上做五金,还美其言曰之搞发明。从另一个角度看,正是因为爸爸这样,儿子说永远不会丢下爸爸。这部电影的父子情也是看点,父子一同在日本温泉酒店里的那场戏,将电影推向高潮。母鸡加水,煲好了之后拿去母鸡,只取鸡汤;辣椒过油,煎好了之后拿去辣椒,只取辣油;……这是一种化学反应,人也要经得起这么耗,为的是那美味的鸡汤和辣油。看过电影就感慨,这种与自己的斗争几度风雨,几度煎熬,几度痛苦,最后终于换来了安定幸福的家庭,聪明优秀的儿子。到了这般岁数,无需再言值不值、够不够。
最后爸爸死之前还给儿子带话,说当年没走成是因为钱不够,想以绝情逼儿子不走他的老路。有意思的是,范家的儿子明白其中的一切,不愿意走爸爸的老路。所以当爸爸说镇上旅店来了一位漂亮女生,意思是想让他们认识时,儿子根本就不屑一顾。范家的男性进步了,但他们家男人的老路还会有人走,人类关于人生的认知和应对能力似乎很难提高。漂来漂去,漂来漂去,重复十二遍也没用,总体上又会回到原点。所有未来的故事都隐藏在过去。对于男人来说,既要生活在市井,忍受着有翅膀飞不走的痛苦与无奈,还要把周围的一切都料理好,这确实不是一件容易的事。当然了,这是一部男版人生悲欢之歌,我当然也希望能看到女版的,要不然有人会说我反女权。
我感到台湾除了台独急,除了在野党要上台执政急,除了搞政治和选举急,其它都是慢节奏、慢生活。但是慢不代表没有生活情感,不去体会人生的悲欢,这部电影就跟台湾的气候一样,湿润但也散发着生活特有的味道。
2015年上映,豆瓣7.6分,腾讯视频,时长:1:37:37
里面有些细节,颇为感人。
2015年上映,豆瓣7.6分,腾讯视频,时长:1:37:37
里面有些细节,颇为感人。
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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
舅舅和外甥一起待过的三座城市,也对应了两个人关系的三个阶段。
洛杉矶是外甥的主场,是外甥的生活所在。舅舅要接送他上下学,但是舅舅并没有自己的生活。在洛杉矶的时候,舅舅以为自己只是带两天孩子,处处都迁就着他。带他去海边玩,让他用自己的设备,甚至是周六一大早外甥大声放音乐,舅舅也只能请他把声音调低一点。
舅舅和外甥一起待过的三座城市,也对应了两个人关系的三个阶段。
洛杉矶是外甥的主场,是外甥的生活所在。舅舅要接送他上下学,但是舅舅并没有自己的生活。在洛杉矶的时候,舅舅以为自己只是带两天孩子,处处都迁就着他。带他去海边玩,让他用自己的设备,甚至是周六一大早外甥大声放音乐,舅舅也只能请他把声音调低一点。
纽约是舅舅工作与生活的地方。到了纽约,舅舅自己的生活与外甥的生活就开始有了碰撞。舅舅要一边处理工作上的事,一边照顾外甥的起居,而外甥依然把自己当作宇宙的中心,所以纽约也是两个人起冲突的地方。外甥第二次走丢的桥段正是表现了这一点:舅舅在打工作电话,没空听外甥讲话;而外甥因此不高兴,自己一个人跑掉了,事后还责怪说是舅舅搞丢了自己。而当舅舅发现自己无法与外甥相处的时候,他的解决办法是把外甥送回洛杉矶,送回外甥的地盘。
新奥尔良对于两个人来说都是陌生的地方。在新奥尔良,两个人的关系也有了明显的进展。外甥开始关心舅舅,甚至主动参与了舅舅的采访(在洛杉矶与纽约他都拒绝了)。舅舅也开始耐下性子教外甥如何面对、表达自己的感情。
国产小甜剧看了不少,但是这部是看着真的舒服,画面不错,剧情也能打,特别是里面每个人物都好可爱。性格立体,人物情节的设置也很合理,台词编写的也很好,各方面水准都不错。七火哥真的是哥正能量的良心渣男,怪不得那么受欢迎。演技也在线,男女主的搭配也很好,那张脸的颜值好能打。嗑到了嗑到了。
国产小甜剧看了不少,但是这部是看着真的舒服,画面不错,剧情也能打,特别是里面每个人物都好可爱。性格立体,人物情节的设置也很合理,台词编写的也很好,各方面水准都不错。七火哥真的是哥正能量的良心渣男,怪不得那么受欢迎。演技也在线,男女主的搭配也很好,那张脸的颜值好能打。嗑到了嗑到了。
这部剧拍摄的很赶,经常拍到凌晨,所以有时候演员状态不是很好,换做是谁都一样,发布会现场近距离看过,两位主演皮肤都很好很好,所以那些想吐槽的,嘴下留情吧。
这第二部的诚意还是满满的,1,远超五毛的特效(个人感觉虽稍逊于第一部,但也超过百分之九十九的国产);2,和第一部一样请的麦振鸿做音乐总监(不知道麦振鸿是谁的去百度就知道多大的腕了),个人非常喜欢第一集唐青风醒来抱阿部那里的音乐,
这部剧拍摄的很赶,经常拍到凌晨,所以有时候演员状态不是很好,换做是谁都一样,发布会现场近距离看过,两位主演皮肤都很好很好,所以那些想吐槽的,嘴下留情吧。
这第二部的诚意还是满满的,1,远超五毛的特效(个人感觉虽稍逊于第一部,但也超过百分之九十九的国产);2,和第一部一样请的麦振鸿做音乐总监(不知道麦振鸿是谁的去百度就知道多大的腕了),个人非常喜欢第一集唐青风醒来抱阿部那里的音乐,非常好听,希望快点出原声带;
一部剧不可能让所有人都喜欢,毕竟萝卜青菜各有所爱嘛,现在几乎每天都有新剧开播上映,总会有你喜欢的类型,你不喜欢的没必要非要来踩一脚。
最后,作为第一部和女主的铁粉,我想说,这部比我想象中的要好。
PS,能下载的尽量先下载下来吧,免得万一芒果像优酷那样作妖乱改
在我小的时候曾多次在电视上看过此片。很多年之后我才能体会到古董道具和认真大导演营造出来的真正属于旧时代的大影像 灰蒙蒙的 但是雍容大气复古奢华的 演员是在演清朝的人 而不是演偶像剧 懦弱多情又无能的皇帝。 心比天高能干又狠心的贵妃。 美丽软弱的爱妃。 周洁真美呀。
在片头选秀的服装和发饰才是真正的选秀装。 过这么多年在所谓的经典甄嬛传里选
在我小的时候曾多次在电视上看过此片。很多年之后我才能体会到古董道具和认真大导演营造出来的真正属于旧时代的大影像 灰蒙蒙的 但是雍容大气复古奢华的 演员是在演清朝的人 而不是演偶像剧 懦弱多情又无能的皇帝。 心比天高能干又狠心的贵妃。 美丽软弱的爱妃。 周洁真美呀。
在片头选秀的服装和发饰才是真正的选秀装。 过这么多年在所谓的经典甄嬛传里选秀的服装已经敢穿的比有品极的贵妃还奢华了 呵呵
从头哭到尾,每一集都有泪点。哥哥自己还是个孩子却要照顾更年幼的弟弟,弟弟发高烧想告诉父母可已无人能告知,无人能让他依靠。双胞胎的心有灵犀,一定要有彼此。另一对兄弟暴力的兄弟情,“自己的弟弟有什么喜不喜欢”。看不到眼睛的学霸及全家,爱哭的爸爸,面冷心热的婆婆,万能的管家,我的塞巴斯酱啊!每一个人都很暖都很为别人考虑。推荐,值得一看。
从头哭到尾,每一集都有泪点。哥哥自己还是个孩子却要照顾更年幼的弟弟,弟弟发高烧想告诉父母可已无人能告知,无人能让他依靠。双胞胎的心有灵犀,一定要有彼此。另一对兄弟暴力的兄弟情,“自己的弟弟有什么喜不喜欢”。看不到眼睛的学霸及全家,爱哭的爸爸,面冷心热的婆婆,万能的管家,我的塞巴斯酱啊!每一个人都很暖都很为别人考虑。推荐,值得一看。
有的剧说不出哪里好,但就是“真实”。
作为下饭剧找来看的,因为看过《你好,旧时光》,喜欢这种青春剧 ,看到名字类似,也不知道两者是不是有关系,就找来看了。
平平淡淡的剧,没有那种想要一口气看完的冲动,也没有像某些剧看了几集之后连当背景音都听不下去,真的就是每天吃饭的时候拿出来看,看着看
有的剧说不出哪里好,但就是“真实”。
作为下饭剧找来看的,因为看过《你好,旧时光》,喜欢这种青春剧 ,看到名字类似,也不知道两者是不是有关系,就找来看了。
平平淡淡的剧,没有那种想要一口气看完的冲动,也没有像某些剧看了几集之后连当背景音都听不下去,真的就是每天吃饭的时候拿出来看,看着看着,就看完了。但是,看到最后两集,快结束了,猝不及防地被偷袭了一波,看哭了,可能经历过,所以能够感同身受吧。
开头提到了《你好,旧时光》,还有很多类似的青春剧,讲的都是几个高中生之间的校园故事。这部剧略有不同,在故事的分配安排上,除了校园之外,还有家庭、邻里,包含了友情、亲情、爱情,还有邻里之情。所以,在我看来,这部剧更加贴近生活、更胜一筹。
之所以喜欢这部剧,最大的原因就是因为真实,来源于生活。很多情节,都是生活中发生过的场景,所以在看的时候,会有一种似曾相识的感觉,更能带入到剧中。简简单单,朴实无华,这就是生活,虽没有惊涛骇浪,但当回忆起来,每一个昨天,都是刻骨铭心。
以上,已尽最大的努力不剧透。下面,可能会有一点剧透,想讨论一下印象比较深的两件事,都是关于“要不要说出来”,这也比较符合那个年代人的思想吧,现在人可能很少会纠结这个问题。
这部剧以小晨姐结婚开篇,又以小晨姐结婚为结束,换了不同的人,算是完美的结局。但是,这部剧中,最捉急的也是明辉哥和小晨姐的爱情,明明非常喜欢对方,却因为是从小一起长大的朋友,怕表白之后被拒绝,连朋友也没有办法做了,所以宁愿憋在心里保持这种朋友关系。
既然是分析,就应该有科学严谨的态度,我觉得可以分几种情况讨论。
1、表白成功,对方也喜欢自己。
这是最好的结果,那当然是越早表白越好,这种情况毫无疑问是要说出来。
2、表白失败,这里又分两种情况。
2-1、表白失败,对方还愿意跟自己做朋友。
这种结果不好,但是也不算坏,就是维持现状。虽然对方拒绝了自己,但是还能当朋友,那就也没损失;相反,说出来了,自己的心里也不再会一直翻江倒海了,知道了对方只是想跟自己当朋友,自己今后也好摆正位置,没什么好纠结的,开始新生活。但是,有些人可能会说,那对方拒绝了自己,自己觉得尴尬,没有办法再做朋友了怎么办?那我觉得,对方都愿意继续和你当朋友,如果你心里尴尬,那就是自己心态的问题。如果一直憋着不表白,心态也一样会出问题。所以,这种情况也应该说出来。
2-2、表白失败,对方不愿意跟自己做朋友。
这种情况是最差的,也是剧中明辉哥不敢表白小晨姐的原因。但是,我们仔细来分析一下,如果对方根本就不喜欢自己,那么对方又为什么会在被表白之后尴尬呢?我觉得只有两种可能,要么你总缠着对方、让对方嫌烦了;要么就是你在对方的心里其实连朋友都不算,可有可无。所以,这种情况下,也毫无疑问是要表白的,表白还能成为朋友的试金石。
综上所述,我觉得,喜欢对方就应该大胆的说出来。只有一种情况,我觉得是应该选择沉默的,就是对方已经结婚或是有喜欢的人,已经过着幸福的生活。那么,就不要打扰,此时“沉默是金”,无言便是大爱。
从这部剧中也可以印证,虽然不能把小晨姐第一段不幸的婚姻完全归结为明辉哥的责任,但是,我觉得他多少需要承担一部分责任,还有就是伤害了那么好的蕾子姐。这里,顺便提一下,很欣赏蕾子姐的爱情观,喜欢就努力大胆地去追求、去表白,但是,当自己努力过之后,做了所有自己所能做的,对方还是不喜欢自己,也不会卑颜强求,而是选择好聚好散,道一声“再见”。
剧中除了孩子的故事,还有大人的故事。谭心的爸爸谭强赶上了下岗潮,突然就失业下岗了,但一直不敢告诉家里人,想着自己重新找份事做之后,再告诉家里,以至于闹出了一系列误会和闹剧。
那么,当自己遇到难事了,工作不顺、或是生病意外,要不要告诉家里人?
剧中的谭心爸爸之所以没第一时间告诉家里,一是碍于面子,二是不想让家里人担心。第二个原因可能是大多数人都会考量的,特别是现在,越来越多的年轻人在大城市打拼,而父母远在千里之外的老家,遇到了难事,即使告诉家里,父母也帮不上忙,还徒增老人的烦恼。所以,许多人即使再难受,也一个人扛着,只要和家里通电话,都是只报喜不报忧。
这个问题,我觉得也不好一概而论,确实,每个家庭的情况也不一样。理想的状态当然是有什么事都能相互分享,无论好事还是坏事,家人之间就是互相帮助,即使不能在行动上帮助,一句安慰也能在心理上给予温暖。我觉得,能说出来尽量说出来,永远不要低估了家人的承受能力,也永远不要高估了自己一个人的抗压能力。之所以有家人这个概念,就是在你成功的时候与你分享喜悦,在你失败的时候与你共担泪水,二者缺一不可。
这一星给亨利,心疼他接了这样一部烂剧。我真的手贱,明知道这剧烂,还要抱着试一试的心态来看,看到第四集看不下去了,挺尬的,全程快进,真的浪费时间。之前看猎魔人、浴血黑帮、黑袍纠察队等都是享受每一分钟,这剧我感觉每一分钟都是煎熬,除了一些拍摄手法很漫威,剧情就太没有吸引力了。现在漫威不仅叠buff还要掺杂政治元素,用一个生长在美国的棕皮圣母婊来讲述一个Paki
这一星给亨利,心疼他接了这样一部烂剧。我真的手贱,明知道这剧烂,还要抱着试一试的心态来看,看到第四集看不下去了,挺尬的,全程快进,真的浪费时间。之前看猎魔人、浴血黑帮、黑袍纠察队等都是享受每一分钟,这剧我感觉每一分钟都是煎熬,除了一些拍摄手法很漫威,剧情就太没有吸引力了。现在漫威不仅叠buff还要掺杂政治元素,用一个生长在美国的棕皮圣母婊来讲述一个Pakistan故事,我不管你是为了讨好美国的有色人种还是真正的巴基斯坦人,这种明显的文化输出都是令人反感的,无非就是对别人宣传所谓的美式民主,顺便还要丑化一下中东的文化和巴基斯坦人,跟丧气如出一辙,想要讨好目标观众但对别人的文化又做不到深入了解,甚至贬低别人文化,如此虚伪,我想真正的巴基斯坦人根本不会买账。更离谱的还有给这剧洗的,不是圣母婊就是白左nt。
看了12集,看得眼睛疼,客观上有画面上不清晰,本质上还是片子质量问题。能看到12集,还在在各种弹幕,老片子就是经典,向经典致敬,演技甩现在小鲜肉好几条街,到处飞的情况下坚持的。怎么说,我得对得起自己的审美啊,然并卵,12集后实在是坚持不动了。
1,画质就不说了,85年版的,现在都2018年了,想必大家都是以欣赏古董的眼光看下去的。2,那演技叫好吗?
看了12集,看得眼睛疼,客观上有画面上不清晰,本质上还是片子质量问题。能看到12集,还在在各种弹幕,老片子就是经典,向经典致敬,演技甩现在小鲜肉好几条街,到处飞的情况下坚持的。怎么说,我得对得起自己的审美啊,然并卵,12集后实在是坚持不动了。
1,画质就不说了,85年版的,现在都2018年了,想必大家都是以欣赏古董的眼光看下去的。2,那演技叫好吗?那是叫端着演,为啥很多人弹幕说,演得好呢。它只是演得跟现在不一样,就叫好吗?现在如果有人这么演,非得被喷死。怎么演的,说白了,就是放慢了演,简直是慢三四倍的演,话说回来,确实考验演技,因为你每个吐词的表情都被抓得清清楚楚。3,这情节,没有一点抓人的设计,简直就是平铺直叙了。说好听点叫忠于原著,说不好听点叫,不动脑子。12集看下来,就感觉是罗里吧嗦地往下演,什么故事性情节啊,没有。这样拍下去,再拍个100集都没问题。
最近,看了《茶馆》这部剧,可以横向做个比较。只能说是一个天一个地了,那个片看了第一集你就想看第二集,一直看下去,而这部,如果没有根据名著改编的噱头,想必很少有人看。为了进一步证实自己的判断,我看了新版的《四世同堂》,黄磊演的,看了一集,矛盾冲突性,情节设置,背景交代都更加完整。网上评价是老版好,我看了一集感觉新版可以甩它几条街。当然,这里只是就事论事,历史局限性这里不谈。但话说回来,该被历史淘汰的就应该果断淘汰。
这部剧很久以前看的了,为了张若昀看的,其实还可以完全可以作为下饭剧,里面关于高科技的事物介绍的还很新颖。但是里面的感情戏就有点莫名其妙吧,有点狗血的青梅竹马兄妹情,还有一见钟情的暗恋,感觉没有大多必要。
而且把这个哥哥的能力夸大太多了,简直就是毫无征兆的厉害,没有逻辑前线。我不讨厌超级英雄,但不喜欢无逻辑的超级英雄。
这部剧很久以前看的了,为了张若昀看的,其实还可以完全可以作为下饭剧,里面关于高科技的事物介绍的还很新颖。但是里面的感情戏就有点莫名其妙吧,有点狗血的青梅竹马兄妹情,还有一见钟情的暗恋,感觉没有大多必要。
而且把这个哥哥的能力夸大太多了,简直就是毫无征兆的厉害,没有逻辑前线。我不讨厌超级英雄,但不喜欢无逻辑的超级英雄。
个人认为冰雪奇缘2是一部政治隐喻片,极富教育意义。其中事件、人物和各类意象都代表着现实历史的一部分,比如最主要的大坝。破除大坝,就是在纠正历史错误,虽然迟到但永远不晚。这过程中有像祖父那样颠倒黑白、缔造黑暗历史的罪恶之源;有像国王夫妇那样不惜一切只为寻找真相,却不幸被黑暗吞没、英勇就义的铺路人;有像爱莎那样为了揭开真相而勇敢克服困难的开拓者;还有像安娜那样从绝望中觉悟,引领巨人破除大坝的实践
个人认为冰雪奇缘2是一部政治隐喻片,极富教育意义。其中事件、人物和各类意象都代表着现实历史的一部分,比如最主要的大坝。破除大坝,就是在纠正历史错误,虽然迟到但永远不晚。这过程中有像祖父那样颠倒黑白、缔造黑暗历史的罪恶之源;有像国王夫妇那样不惜一切只为寻找真相,却不幸被黑暗吞没、英勇就义的铺路人;有像爱莎那样为了揭开真相而勇敢克服困难的开拓者;还有像安娜那样从绝望中觉悟,引领巨人破除大坝的实践者。这过程中必有像雪宝这样的无辜之人牺牲;像克里斯托弗毫无保留、无条件信任,并在安娜危难关头挺身而出的左膀右臂(差点忘了这位‘‘男主’’,更新);像黑人侍卫那样被蒙蔽双眼,但最终恍然大悟并帮助领导者一起纠正历史错误的悔改者。大坝决堤了,但是爱莎作为一国女王避免了阿伦黛尔被毁。因为人民是无辜的,他们不应该为前人的罪行赎罪,更不用因黑暗的历史负重前行。Water has memory.无论历史如何被谎言掩盖,真相永远不会缺席。
不论剧情如何幼齿,暴力妹妹+宅男哥哥的设定也屡见不鲜。但注意!这毕竟是时长仅仅三分钟左右的泡面番!
这不是超过不少日本泡面番很多吗?!比如一两年前看的什么面包就是力量?一部光靠面包造型和萝莉搞基的卖萌剧好多了啊!
情怀也很不错啊。难得看见我天朝校服在动漫里出现,更不用说画风独特精致了。虽然配音国语确实不如日配自然。但是!值得鼓励啊!
不论剧情如何幼齿,暴力妹妹+宅男哥哥的设定也屡见不鲜。但注意!这毕竟是时长仅仅三分钟左右的泡面番!
这不是超过不少日本泡面番很多吗?!比如一两年前看的什么面包就是力量?一部光靠面包造型和萝莉搞基的卖萌剧好多了啊!
情怀也很不错啊。难得看见我天朝校服在动漫里出现,更不用说画风独特精致了。虽然配音国语确实不如日配自然。但是!值得鼓励啊!
对于相对理智的我来说,为一部剧,下载豆瓣,有些可笑!然一部剧对人性能表现的如此美好,我不知道该感谢导演、编剧、制片人还是演员…在这个不怎么纯粹的世道,还能看到一些纯粹,弥足珍贵。虽某些角色有些牵强,表演得难尽人意,好在不影响主线的表达。很感恩!希望人人能活得从容、自在,能有更多纯粹的人,更愿人人能追求真善美,不要让这个社会太复杂!!!
对于相对理智的我来说,为一部剧,下载豆瓣,有些可笑!然一部剧对人性能表现的如此美好,我不知道该感谢导演、编剧、制片人还是演员…在这个不怎么纯粹的世道,还能看到一些纯粹,弥足珍贵。虽某些角色有些牵强,表演得难尽人意,好在不影响主线的表达。很感恩!希望人人能活得从容、自在,能有更多纯粹的人,更愿人人能追求真善美,不要让这个社会太复杂!!!
《嗝嗝老师》展现两个题材:抽动秽语综合症这种罕见病和贫民窟孩子的教育。
第一次了解这个抽动秽语综合症(Tourette Syndrome),翻译名叫做图雷特氏综合症。它是一种神经内科疾病,患者会不自主的发出清喉咙类似打嗝的声音或摇头晃脑。本片的女主即是一位图雷特氏综合症的患者。
作为一位理科学士和教育学硕士双学位的学霸,她的理想是当一名人民教师。在五年中被18所学校拒
《嗝嗝老师》展现两个题材:抽动秽语综合症这种罕见病和贫民窟孩子的教育。
第一次了解这个抽动秽语综合症(Tourette Syndrome),翻译名叫做图雷特氏综合症。它是一种神经内科疾病,患者会不自主的发出清喉咙类似打嗝的声音或摇头晃脑。本片的女主即是一位图雷特氏综合症的患者。
作为一位理科学士和教育学硕士双学位的学霸,她的理想是当一名人民教师。在五年中被18所学校拒签,她仍然没有放弃希望,终于被自己的母校录取了。
然而她的录取只是校方的迫不得已,她担任班主任的9F班已在七个月中赶走了7个老师。按照排名,9F班是成绩最差的一个班,人数只有14人,全部是贫民窟的孩子,年少轻狂,叛逆。很像中国的留守儿童。
女主的教育方式很特别,她不拘泥于课本大纲,她认为一个问题的解法有多种,不必纠结于标准答案。她拿扔鸡蛋做抛物线的教学,用篮球做自由落体运动的演示。她会和学生一起折纸飞机,一起吃棒冰。这让我想起我们高中的语文老师,她会给我们在语文课上放好莱坞的经典电影。
多次调皮捣蛋也没有逼疯女主,反而女主感化了平民窟的孩子,让他们意识到自己在某些方面有天份。她信任这些孩子,愿意为孩子们承担责任,她相信没有坏的学生,只有坏的老师。
得了图雷特氏综合症并不可怕,可怕的是不能面对因这个病受到的嘲笑和侮辱。
女主的教育方式不仅仅针对贫民窟孩子,女主最后成为了这个学校的校长,想必她的快乐教育理念已经深入到学校整个教学过程。
本片改编自2008年的美国电影《叫我第一名》,跟印度国情进行了很好的结合。