A most pleasingly atmospheric rendition of the tale, noirishly photographed and moodily set, this is the version which probably would have delighted Conan Doyle the most. There is one important plot change which enables the beautiful Alice Brandt to enjoy both a larger role and a more intriguing part in the proceedings. This change also builds up the parts of Dr Mortimer and Lord Charles, yet at the same time provides a nice introduction to the is-he-sinister or is-he-a-good-guy Barrymore, deftly played here by Fritz Rasp.
Despite the sting of its well-developed story, the spellbindingly atmospheric direction and the engrossing performances delivered by the entire cast, many fans may find this version somewhat disappointing. For at least three reasons: As in the novel, the part played in the narrative by Sherlock Holmes, though vital, is minimal. And in this version, not only has no attempt been made to enlarge his role, if anything both writer and director do their best to minimize it. Holmes does not even make his entrance for half-an-hour, and when he does finally appear, he has his back to the camera. It is Fritz Odemar, as Dr Watson, who receives the more favorable camera angles. And there is a purpose in this. It is Watson, not Holmes, who figures as the main protagonist of The Hound of the Baskervilles. For the bulk of the narrative, Holmes disappears. It is Watson and Lord Henry (Peter Voss) who take up the running. The movie is almost over, before Holmes closes in on the villain. And even so, this is not the obsessed, self-important Holmes we are accustomed to see taking charge. Another problem is that the title hound itself does not figure a great deal in the action, a downgrading which will undoubtedly rate as another major disappointment for fans. And finally, it could be argued that the script gives too much attention to Conan Doyle's red herring, the escaped convict, and not enough to the real villain.
This said, it must surely be admitted by all, that Odemar's interpretation of Watson—intelligent, charming, level-headed, courageous and resourceful—is much closer to Conan Doyle's conception than either the bungling, inveterately stupid Nigel Bruce or the self-effacing Ian Fleming.
One other player deserves special mention: Erich Ponto (Dr Winkel in The Third Man) who seems exactly right for Stapleton. A difficult part, superbly played.
- JohnHowardReid, imdb
上帝之手，用这个并未贯穿始终的意象当片名，太碎太散了，和《年轻气盛》一样，感觉什么都往里塞，那个穆斯林有什么意义吗。。。
自传电影，有很强烈的情感蕴藏在少年行径的场景中，那不勒斯的美，前半段家庭中各种令人荒诞的小事，后半段男孩痛失家人的悲伤，最后重拾希望离开家乡，拍的真的简单又充沛，我做为塔伦提诺的脑残粉真的是佩服的五体投地
马拉多纳和电影的那不勒斯，我的那不勒斯。兜兜转转最终还是逃离，并努力让梦想继续。影子不少，但对人物情绪和生活滋味处理略平庸，还无法让观者也完全陷进去。
和《罗马》《南方》一样，很私人的影像。那些丧失后的感伤，求而不得的失落，和青春时的我们一模一样。
放在费里尼和索拉纳斯旁边就很像小蝌蚪找妈妈
似乎都始于“离别”。
索伦蒂诺的圣三位一体：宗教、女人、电影 / 迪伦、费里尼、马拉多纳
那不勒斯男孩的正福利生活 和一點點父後七日 音效佳/よみうりホール
开篇镜头：从海面徐徐推近那不勒斯的城市海岸线，再从海岸线拉远用大全景展现那不勒斯城，最后反转镜头重新回到海面——影片中最多的镜头就是这种推近、拉远和反转——是的，导演本意是想要无限靠近那不勒斯、无限接近自己的家庭、无限进入自己的青春岁月，但最后他还是选择了远离，反转奔赴罗马那座绝美之城，最后他选择了用费里尼的语言而非最真诚最朴素的语言来靠近接近进入自己。
生活不能一直用喜剧来掩饰裂痕，这样日积月累之后，即使是上帝之手也无法缝回。更喜欢前半段的故事，用喜剧来掩饰悲伤，后半段直接把悲伤演出来，反而无法共鸣，男主还太年轻，hold不住这悲伤的重量
原来上帝之手真的指的是马拉多纳。这部电影应该是索伦蒂诺的自传吧。对但是我觉得拍的也很一般。其实故事也没那么简单，但是我觉得情感不够充沛。
@ 巴黎剧院 准备重看 很不一样的索伦蒂诺，难得的沉着和克制，赋予这个题材足够的厚度，很像费里尼 @ moma 重看 Try it 很认真的对待电影，生活的痛苦和过去的自己和解，文学、绘画、音乐，所有构成我们生命和电影的东西都应该得到这样的重视
索伦蒂诺拍东西 如果少一点宗教性的超验意象 好像就失去那种浑然天成感了（甚至有元素堆砌之嫌） 这就是他和费里尼的差距吧
奥斯卡电影可难看了，勉强看完了。跟老太太亲热那里太恶心了，但是老太太的睡衣真好看。
前半段有多快乐，后半段就有多忧愁，一辈子都在追赶费里尼
这次的索伦蒂诺还挺喜欢的。口哨声，海船在海上行驶的声音。
a tale of fate and family, sports and cinema, love and loss
最终，小伙子忘记了马拉多纳，从那不勒斯去了罗马。
威尼斯电影节、奥斯卡。保罗瓦伦蒂诺导演的作品，作为一部导演自传电影，以此作为了解导演青年时期的契机应该也不错。标题取自足球巨星马拉多纳“踢”出的上帝之手，虽然对足球不感兴趣，但能看出来此片名表达了导演对马拉多纳的喜爱，还因此救了导演一命，最后导演不再怀念过往，离开那不勒斯，借着上帝之手的寓意走上了拍电影的道路。男主的性启蒙和《西西里的美丽传说》很像，果然风情的意大利一脉相承，男主破处竟然是由老男爵夫人来完成，还说是在他失去双亲后给他带来希望，看到这段真不知如何表达我的惊叹。又被科普到导演在电影里致敬了很多处费里尼的《阿玛柯德》，有空可以结合看看。好喜欢意大利那不勒斯这样的海边城市。最后，在近期看过的一大堆压抑的影片中，终于看到了一部让我眼前一亮的作品，这也是我给五星的原因。电影还是很美好的！
冗长且无聊，剧情节奏就如同片中皮肤松弛、身材臃肿、了然无趣的人物一般，年代、地域、文化实在离我太远，无法共鸣
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