看大家都喷的差不多了，我就不喷了。

想起我高三时看过很多遍的日剧《龙樱》

同样的题材，都是高考的故事。在我看来寄托东大特训班的希望的“龙樱”就比赤裸裸的“全城高考”来的有格调。

看了全城高考，我只觉得我是吊丝啊，我们班我们学校都是吊死。

龙樱高三看了两遍，高四看了两遍。每次看到最后一集樱木老师和东大特训班，和矢岛，和水野，和龙樱告别的时候都忍不住泪奔= =

马上大一快要结束了，计划最近再看一遍。

对于全城高考，我唯一的态度就是，潜水上来给个一星。

没有情怀的观众肯定觉得是烂片。但对于城市猎人的粉丝来说，听到这些配乐，听到神谷明老爷子的声音，已经赚回票价，只是不知道神谷明老爷子的声音还能听多久。 回想一下，第一次看城市猎人漫画，已经是近30年前了，当年还叫侠探寒羽良，海南摄影美术出版社，风魔小次郎，圣斗士...  (展开)

《窃听风云3》终于上映，整个尖沙咀地铁站里贴满了土豪金式的推广海报，而电影的预告片，在一月前就已经惹得香江满城风雨。除了它以「公司上市广告」这一特别的预告手法令观众耳目一新外，更重要的是，它触及到了一个不可避而又不可碰的社会议题：丁权。然而，倘若观众因得之前的宣传而热血澎湃地走入电影院，只怕出来的时候，多少会有些意兴索然。

所谓丁权，指的是自1972年始准许新界内年满18岁的男性香港原居民，每人一生可以一次无需缴付地价，建造一座最高3层，每层面积不超过700平方呎的丁屋的权利。该政策被称为「新界小型屋宇政策」（New Territories Small House Policy），自港英政府延续至今。在现实中，丁权问题颇为棘手，牵涉到人权、平等、土地、城市发展等社会议题，电影中涛叔的那句「丁屋系时候了断」撩拨了不少港人的神经。《窃听风云3》的故事，正是围绕着「丁权」这两个字而展开，它虚构了一个「可能的」丁权问题解决方案，然而这个方案的背后，却是资本入侵对在地人的鲸吞蚕食。

作为大热作品「窃听」系列的第三部，《窃听风云3》（下称《窃3》）尚算合格。相比起前两部，《窃3》有着更为复杂纠结的人物关系：

新界围村的陆氏老太爷涛叔带领四个陆家兄弟：陆永富、陆金强、陆建波、陆永泉，与提供外部资本的万总合作，利用「最后的」丁权，建设丁屋大厦，名义上是为发展新界，退地政府，实际上是为了在暴利的地产项目上赚个盆满钵满。另一边，与地产界四大家族代理人司徒光合作的大地主陆永远并不赞成这一计划，涛叔便下令除掉他，最后动手杀人的，是陆永远与陆家兄弟的好友罗永就。阿就因此坐牢五年，出狱后发现陆家兄弟与涛叔带领的陆国集团已经称霸一方。

然而，他却让狱友黑客阿祖帮手窃听监视了陆家兄弟。原来在他坐牢期间，陆家兄弟与涛叔因为陆国集团上市问题闹翻，陆家兄弟发动村民与涛叔对着干。曾是阿就女友的陆家三小姐，涛叔的女儿找到阿就要他帮忙打垮陆家兄弟。同时，陆三小姐背着父亲与司徒光合作，只为让陆国集团顺利上市，这样女儿身的自己才能在父亲过身后在男尊女卑的村里和集团里有话事权。涛叔不同意女儿的决定，因为这帮地产界人曾为了收购围村土地撞死他的老婆，可铁了心的陆三小姐因此对心脏病发的父亲见死不救。

最终，阿就成功收集到了让陆家兄弟阋墙的证据，让陆永泉因贩毒藏毒被捕，促使冲动的陆永富打死与他妻子偷情的陆建波。老奸巨猾的陆金强通过放在涛叔家的监视器找到了陆三小姐弒父的证据，自以为能逃过一劫，却被阿就用撞死陆永远的招数逼到死路。陆永富突然出现为陆金强解围后将阿就、陆三小姐、司徒光等人困住后被汽车爆炸炸死，而他自己被阿祖撞向废弃车山被压死……丁权、地产、上市、集资，陆氏众人以命相搏，最终换来的，却是一场空白头的浮生梦。

但是，正因为人物关系错综复杂太过刻意，反倒消弱了电影的叙事效果，很多细节处理的支离破碎，甚至可谓混乱，很容易让观众失焦。单纯从叙事角度来看，远不及《窃听风云1》的酣畅淋漓与丝丝入扣。而有关丁权的呈现，随着人物关系的抽丝剥茧而淡化，最后全片只剩下对资本家无尽欲望的控诉。

起承转合差强人意，丁权讨论隔靴搔痒。尽管电影有着不错的立意，然而在庞杂的线索中被层层削弱，让人有种难忍的失落感。其实《窃3》里论及丁权的地方并不少，比如陆三小姐需要面对的土地继承权「传男不传女」，在现实里，新界女原居民没有丁权，然而新界的男原居民到了十八岁就自动享有丁权，因此一些已移民或海外出生的男原居民会回港领取身分证申请丁屋，反而女原居民，即使留在村中，也没有丁权。这也就是为什么，片中那些男青年，愿意为了三十万雪花银出卖丁权，得来太易，必不受珍惜。正因为这一荒谬现象，许多人认为丁屋政策违反人权，盼望废止。

另外，片中受贿的马官员，同样是对现实的一笔描摹。新界原居民转让土地及土地上的丁屋等需要政府批示，否则，政府有权收回土地。然而，很多原居民在未获政府批准及未补地价前，将以优惠价获批的丁屋资格卖给地产商获利，经发展商兴建销售「丁屋大厦」予「外人」，俗称「套丁」。在电影里，这一切因为行贿受贿高管参与被合法化。

然而，或许在现实里，支持丁权的「既得利益者」与反对丁权的「非既得利益者」总各执一词，动不动抬出《基本法》与《人权法》对垒。在《窃3》中，关于丁权的讨论也只好点到为止，不破不立，给出一个「或然」的结局，倒也十分讨巧。

说白了，一切的爱恨嗔痴，最后的指责都落到了魔怔后的人心。罗永就是全片的线索和关键人物，而他两次出卖兄弟，杀人或窃听的动机，只是自己对陆三小姐的一腔热爱。陆三小姐对父亲见死不救，其一为父亲强迫自己堕了和阿就的孩子，其二为解除一直套在自己项上「男尊女卑」枷锁。陆金福兄弟等人，男村民甲乙丙丁就是一个贪字，强征同村土地，合演苦肉计骗建材偷龙转凤昧着良心。司徒光代表的外来四大家族对土地虎视眈眈，万总代表的外来资本成功「放长线钓大鱼」，至于太爷涛叔，他贪他食古不化，最后死于他对家族对地的割舍不下。在《窃3》里，所有人都是坏人，都有一己私欲。这种一反常态的论调，抛弃了正与邪的二元对立，赤裸地展现了利益集团的斗争纠葛，最惨的还是平民百姓。

忽然想起《魔警》里，年幼的阿祖会烧死张家辉饰演的警察，也是因为阿祖的父亲在保护土地的抗争里间接因家辉而死。香港的三位优秀电影人，不约而同地在电影里展现了土地这一议题。在《窃3》中，借周迅之口说道：「土地不是用来买卖的，是用来种的。」最后阿祖听进去了，在买来的地里侍弄作物。然而早已被横流的物质冲刷殆尽的你我，又是否能静下心，想想《风云》里的誓约是否已失约。

「青山原是我身边伴，
伴着白云在我前，
碧海是我的心中乐，
与我风里渡童年。

是谁令青山也变，
变了俗气的咀脸，
又是谁令碧海也变，
变作浊流滔天。」




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《生活大爆炸》第八年，很多人说受不了变得正常的佩妮。

让我们来回顾一下佩妮这个菇凉，高中时是个不良少女，不爱学习和各种男生鬼混。来到帕萨迪纳这个城市，希望成为一名明星的虚荣的姑娘，但是为了生活不得不去做餐厅服务员做兼职。第一季时对来拿德根本不感冒，她是那种喜欢坏男孩的女孩，那个叫扎克的男人，不但劈腿而且还吃软饭，就这样，他甩掉佩妮，佩妮还哭得惊天动地，然后引出了莱纳德带着谢尔顿去“讨说法‘结果被扎克弄得就剩下一条内裤回来，莱纳德的脑门上还被写了字这一幕，佩妮非但不领情反而还责怪莱纳德。好不容易，宅男莱纳德追到了佩妮这个美女，但是佩妮依然”贼心不死’，时不常的来个男闺蜜要不来个男同学，动不动就为一些莫须有的原因闹分手，甚至有一季俩人本来好好的，突然莱纳德说了“我爱你”，佩妮就不能够了，说啥也要分手。看到这，你是不是觉得这姑娘挺”作“的？佩妮老爸来，见到莱纳德都快给他下跪了，说这是佩妮这么多年来找的最正常的男人，求他一定不要放过她。（场景虽然极尽搞笑之能事，但是也可以想到佩妮对男人的品味，这些年找了多少渣男了）

艾米是第几季出来的我忘记了，艾米刚进入这个圈子的时候，希望和佩妮交朋友，一直在讨好这个姑娘，甚至还花了大价钱做了个大幅的画作，不过佩妮显然对艾米不感冒，这中间也发生了很多佩妮故意耍弄艾米的事情。

不过8年过去了，现在的佩妮是什么样的呢？第八季中佩妮换了工作，踏踏实实的找了份医药销售的工作。她努力的锻炼身体，去接玩的高兴被锁在地下室的男朋友回家，谢尔顿对莱纳德一语道破：佩妮在你们这段关系中付出的可比你付出的多。她甚至能将莱纳德那复杂的工作术语记在纸巾上只为了关心自己的男朋友。她陪着艾米去编篮子，尽管伯纳黛特很毒舌，但是也没有直接的指责她。的确，这个姑娘变得正常了，不二了不霸道了会关心人了会为别人考虑了。也许笑点是少了很多，但是，你不觉得这样的佩妮更真实更可爱吗？就像，这八年的我们。

八年前，佩妮二十出头，现在佩妮已经快三十了，二十岁的姑娘有资本傲娇、霸道不讲理任性，佩妮疯了吧唧而且爱欺负别人，更可怕的是欺负了别人半天自己还以为人家很享受（在艾米和伯纳黛特在讲述被欺负的历史之后，佩妮良心发现给自己曾经欺负过的女同学打电话被痛骂一顿），在和莱纳德的关系中，自己也是随心所欲。我想起自己二十来岁的时候，虽然不会欺负女生吧，但是对有些男生还是比较任性的。就像佩妮根本不考虑别人付出多少对自己的感情是什么样的，想怎么样就怎么样。如果八年之后，佩妮还是那样二了吧唧，那估计你也审美疲劳，快三十的女人，那样不是纯真可爱，而是有点让人感到有点腻味了，所以，我觉得编剧的成熟就在于此，这样的佩妮，不但不符合演员的年龄，而且那种年轻特有的”二’未必会带给观众多大的观感，引起更多的笑声。生拉硬拽的笑料不如这样的嬗变自然，这样的佩妮，在和我们一起成长长大，更有亲近感，更让人喜欢。

八年来，何止佩妮有变化。莱纳德变得更“暖男‘，谢尔顿终于也能在他天然呆的范围内为别人做些考虑，变态的霍华竟然变成了好男人，至少没那么猥琐了，雷杰也能和女人说话了。想想这八年，我们又有什么变化？哪怕是从逗比变成了屌丝，那也是变化啊。

手机上网，iPad人肉彼此，Skype可视电话，亚马逊网上购物，佩妮的iPhone手机壳……这一系列，都和我们的生活那么接近。我觉得美剧好看，真的是比较接地气，主要是字幕组太强大。与时俱进，与停滞不前想比，我们更喜欢一起成长的主角。

我越来越喜欢佩妮了，对艾米，那是膜拜。这部剧里的人物都很厉害，在《主妇》八年之后，我终于又找到了新的寄托，这次，是一部喜剧。

又一部“南方新浪潮”，潮湿、暧昧，说难听是语焉不详。 不知道什么时候开始华语电影都喜欢加title，“南方新浪潮”、“杭州新浪潮”、“东北文艺复兴”…漂亮的名目，大多像是给自己吃蓝色小药丸的性功能衰微者，虚伪的外强中干。（不算题外话的题外话：一部“南方新浪潮”的...  (展开)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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连着2周看的电影都是小栗旬。不过上周是笑着的这周是哭着的。
我说他。
当然我也是。
一直很想看这部，首映第一天下班太累了，京都又下了大雨，所以还是拖了一天去看了。
挺多人的。旁边还有2个看起来很潮的男孩子一起来看的。然后也哭的稀里哗啦的。

我特别喜欢美波。那朵花的时候开始就觉得她特别可爱。虽然她被很多人喷。
其实这部电影我也觉得她演的挺好的，虽然这么说我可能也会被人喷。
本作我没有看过小说。虽然看了电影以后很想买来一看。
这是一种不自觉眼泪就流下来的感觉。甚至都没有意识到自己在哭。
我觉得我很难把这种感动传达出去。不过我会尽力的。
废话就说到这吧。
电影里男主一直是作为“我”出现的。不过最后出现了名字，这里就用名字来称呼了。
这篇影评写的断断续续的，陆续拖了一个礼拜，真不好意思。

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因为被任命为关掉图书馆的责任人，春树久违的踏进了那个对他而言封尘了十几年的地方。
突然，好像看到她的身影一窜而过。

【我想吃掉你的胰脏。】
樱良说着这句话的时候，略有些阴暗的图书馆里阳光正好从外面射进来。
稍微有点背光看不太清脸，但是能清晰的看到她一脸灿烂的笑着。
一如既往。
樱良说，人什么地方不好就会去吃别人的这个地方，就能治好了。
传说中的吃啥补啥。
所以，胰脏得了病的她说，我想吃你的胰脏。

本作有很多回忆和现实穿插着描述的部分。
成人以后当了母校老师的春树，还是不喜欢和人打交道，一直默默地独来独往。
高中的时候他也是这样，直到那一天捡到了她的日记本，共病文库。
（虽然个人觉得这段很奇怪，笔记本从天而降还和樱良出现的方向是相反的。算了不深究细节。）
一直在人群中间笑着的她。孤僻的一个朋友都没有的他。
她就这么闯进了他的生活。
樱良跟着春树做起了看起来很无趣的图书管理员。不好好按照编号整理图书的分类，在理性如我看来她的的寻宝理论简直是偷懒的无理取闹。
春树忍不住问，剩下不久的生命，难道你不该做点更有意义的事情吗？
樱良一本正经的拿起一张报纸说，你看最近这附近的杀人事件一样，你也不知道你什么时候会死，可能你明天就会死与事故，甚至比我先死。
所以，每一天的价值对你和我来说是一样的。

和男主一样，这句话也稍稍触动了我。
这个女孩子真特别。
每个绝症的人都会想自己剩下的时间里想要做什么。
其实这点来说至少在最后的时间里面给了他们时间准备了，虽然也同时给了他们时间品尝将要死亡的恐惧。
事故的话，真的是快到连这一切都感觉不到吧。
虽然这对我们一般人来说可能有点遥远，但是珍爱生命是必须的，因为人真的很脆弱。
所以尽管我们每一天都是过这一样的按部就班的生活。可是比起什么都不想，我们还是能把每天都变得特别一点。还是能有些不一样。
可能今天看了想看的电影，可能今天能和恋人一起吃饭，可能今天奖励了自己一块蛋糕。
至少我是这么觉得。不是用尽什么，而是每天都不后悔。

一直以来，个人其实不是很喜欢绝症女主的悲情故事。
比如说一公升的眼泪蓝色生死恋之类的名作也好。哭哭啼啼的看着很致郁。
樱良和一般绝症的女主不一样，她永远是在笑着。
就算被春树知道了自己的病，就算心里其实很害怕，她也还是装作什么都不在乎，甚至笑得有点过于灿烂和没心没肺。
不禁令人怀疑，她是真的绝症么。
于是有了预告片里经典的那段。春树问，你真的会死么。
樱良听了，笑着回过头说，会死哦。

于是作为共有秘密的小伙伴，他们就开始在学校外见面。一起去吃蛋糕放题（话说以前sweet paradise我真是吃到吐），甚至一起去旅行。
樱良真的是很自说自话。不告诉他去哪里，也不告诉他要过夜，就这么去了九州。
甚至一起住了希尔顿。。。
看到后面发现，樱良那么热衷于玩真心话大冒险的纸牌游戏，应该就是她其实很胆小吧。
因为胆小，很多话不敢问，很多话不敢说。
只能交给运气给自己一种勇气。
虽然一开始在春树看来感觉她就是借此在欺负他捉弄他。但是也没办法让人讨厌。
比如故意让他在自己洗澡的时候进去给自己递洗面奶（我没记错的话）。
她真的很勇敢。真的很乐观。
我在你心里是第几个可爱的女生？
那你就把我抱到床上去。
那你就也睡在床上，不准拒绝。
（这里她问了2个关键问题春树答不上来才选的大冒险，然而我不记得了。。。抱歉）
（可能我写的令人感觉比较糟糕，这里其实很纯洁的。恩。）

我死了的话，我的胰脏可以给你吃哦。
樱良还是用那种一贯的开玩笑的口气和他说。
听说人死了的话，如果有人能吃下她的胰脏的话，就能永远活在那个人的身体里。
我想去到那些我重要的人心里面。樱良说。

之前看电影宣番，有人说这个电影有一个看点就是，这两个人并不是恋人。
春树从来没有叫过樱良的名字。每次都是你，你，你。
所以樱良也不叫他的名字。每次都是，我的小伙伴君（仲良し君）。
樱良问过春树，你会想把我当作女朋友吗。
春树说，绝对没有。
我看的时候一直觉得，也许春树比较内向和被动所以这么回答的。
直到樱良的信里面写，我知道你不想把任何一个恋人或者朋友的位置，留给我这个快要死掉的人。
原来她是这么想的。
原来她都知道。却还是像什么也没有一样笑着。
那是一种无法用言语表述的心疼。
之后樱良去世那么多年，她在春树心里仍然是占有最特别的位置吧。
其实她很狡猾，她都知道。就像知道春树会像寻宝一样拼命找着她涂鸦的图书卡所指向的那本书。
所以故意留了那么一封信给他吧。
现在想想，也许那句话是樱良说给自己听的。
因为自己快要离开，所以不想占用你生命中任何一个表示一种关系的位置。

后来她病情恶化住院了。有一次打电话给春树，虽然什么都没说，但是春树感觉到了不对劲，半夜跑去了医院。
樱良看到他，很开心地笑了。
不过这也许是她第一次在他面前流下眼泪。
一直有想问的话，再次交给扑克，这次却没有给她这个机会。
春树问，对你来说，活着是什么？
樱良说，就是和我重要的人们一起生活着。我的家人，朋友，小伙伴。
我靠你们感觉到自己活着。

这句话感觉似曾相识。虽然我想不起来谁说过。
好像是大学时候某门课，什么很正统的人是社会的人。
之后他们约好了还要再一起去旅游。这次去看夏天的樱花，一起去北海道。
约好的那天，春树坐在sweet paradise里给樱良发短信。（这里很长，具体我可能记得不是很清楚了。）
他说，其实我觉得你真的很厉害。
一直独来独往和书本打交道的我，看到你一直都那么阳光，一直在人群中心。
我很想变成你。却没有勇气。
后来也许他觉得太矫情了，写的很长的邮件又删掉。
最后只打了一句话，
【我想吃掉你的胰脏。】

然而她没有再回复。
她没有再出现。
说来可笑的是，命不久矣的樱良却死于了行凶杀人。
有一种命运弄人的感觉。
虽然知道她不能永远在，但没想到是以这种突如其来的方式。

春树没有去参加樱良的葬礼，最后去她家拿了共病文库。
她还在身边的时候，也许是因为她的笑容过于灿烂，以致感觉不到她将要离开。
她不在身边以后，也许是因为过于突然，心里并不能接受这个现实。
然而她不在了。她变成了一张照片，永远不会再说话了。
樱良在共病文库里最后写到。
等我，我就去见你了。
整部电影都面瘫的春树，第一次哭的泣不成声。


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后记杂谈。

不得不提恭子。
女孩子的友谊就像恋人一样，如果有人接近好朋友，就像恋人被抢走一样。
所以从一开始，恭子就永远在瞪着春树。
还有那个递口香糖的男同学。真的从小到大一点也没有变。
虽然台词就是那句，要不要吃口香糖，但是感觉很暖。
这次恭子看男人的眼光没有错吧。应该。

从春树去医院看樱良，樱良叫他对自己练习怎么和恭子做朋友的时候我好像就一直哭到了结束。
他略有无奈，却非常努力的一遍一遍的说，请你和我做朋友吧。
多年以后，见到穿着婚纱的恭子，春树鼓起勇气终于说出了那句话。
请你和我做朋友吧。

樱良在藏在书里的信里写到，
其实我从很久以前就注意到你了。
我其实很胆小，我必须靠周围的人支持着。
可是你不一样，你一直一个人看着书，你从来都只靠自己一个人的力量活着。
我觉得你好厉害。
我很想变的像你一样勇敢。我想更了解你。
所以就算你不愿意，我果然还是想吃掉你的胰脏。

七十岁能干什么？带孙子、晒太阳、跟着老年团到处转、坐着摇椅慢慢摇，在平常人看来，这恐怕是最幸福的七十岁了。
而这里的这位七十岁老人Ben，却西装革履意气风发地应聘一个网购公司实习生职位。从他正襟危坐在办公桌前的那一刻起，我就知道他选对了，而我也来对了。
Ben干净整洁，而年轻同事不修边幅，他们在忙着敲键盘，Ben感觉无所适从。但他随和、幽默，很快和他们谈笑风生打成一片。
老板Jules是一个年轻女性，肩负工作、家庭重担，紧张忙乱。Ben成了她工作上的助手，帮她理清了工作思路，还不经意地帮她保守着家庭的不是秘密的小秘密，让她赢回了家庭幸福。
Ben和好奇又热情的年轻工作伙伴成为了朋友，还收获了性感火辣的按摩师的爱情，更重要的是他成了年轻能干的女老板Jules的忘年交。
一个七十岁的实习生，一个七十岁的暖男和绅士。温暖、轻松、舒服——这是《实习生》给我的感受。当然，还有女主角Jules时尚优雅的着装也是我喜欢的一大看点。

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