Voice 1 (male "professional announcer" type): This neighborhood(1) was made for the wretched dignity of the petty bourgeoisie, for respectable occupations and intellectual tourism. The sedentary population of the upper floors was sheltered from the influences of the street. This neighborhood has remained the same. It was the strange setting of our story, where a systematic questioning of all the diversions and works of a society, a total critique of its idea of happiness, was expressed in acts.
These people also scorned "subjective profundity". They were interested in nothing but an adequate and concrete expression of themselves.
Voice 2 (Debord, monotone): Human beings are not fully conscious of their real life - usually groping in the dark; overwhelmed by the consequences of their acts; at every moment groups and individuals find themselves confronted with results they have not wished.
Voice 1: They said that oblivion was their ruling passion. They wanted to reinvent everything each day; to become the masters and possessors of their own lives.
Just as one does not judge a man according to the conception he has of himself, one cannot judge such periods of transition according to their own consciousness; on the contrary, one must explain the consciousness through the contradictions of material life, through the conflict between social conditions and the forces of social production.
The progress achieved in the domination of nature was not yet matched by a corresponding liberation of everyday life. Youth passed away among the various controls of resignation.
Our camera has captured for you a few aspects of a provisional microsociety.
The knowledge of empirical facts remains abstract and superficial as long as it is not concretized by its integration into the whole "” which alone permits the supersession of partial and abstract problems so as to arrive at their concrete essence, and implicitly at their meaning.
This group was on the margins of the economy. It tended toward a role of pure consumption, and first of all the free consumption of its time. It thus found itself directly engaged in qualitative variations of everyday life but deprived of any means to intervene in them.
The group ranged over a very small area. The same times brought them back to the same places. No one went to bed early. Discussion on the meaning of all this continued...
Voice 2: "Our life is a journey "” In the winter and the night. "” We seek our passage..."�
Voice 1: The abandoned literature nevertheless exerted a delaying action on new affective formulations.
Voice 2: There was the fatigue and the cold of the morning in this much-traversed labyrinth, like an enigma that we had to resolve. It was a looking-glass reality through which we had to discover the potential richness of reality.
On the bank of the river evening began once again; and caresses; and the importance of a world without importance. Just as the eyes have a blurred vision of many things and can see only one clearly, so the will can strive only incompletely toward diverse objects and can completely love only one at a time.
Voice 3 (young girl): No one counted on the future. It would never be possible to be together later, or anywhere else. There would never be a greater freedom.
Voice 1: The refusal of time and of growing old automatically limited encounters in this narrow, contingent zone, where what was lacking was felt as irreparable. The extreme precariousness of the means of getting by without working was at the root of this impatience which made excesses necessary and breaks definitive.
Voice 2: One never really contests an organization of existence without contesting all of that organization's forms of language.
Voice 1: When freedom is practiced in a closed circle, it fades into a dream, becomes a mere representation of itself. The ambiance of play is by nature unstable. At any moment "ordinary life"� can prevail once again. The geographical limitation of play is even more striking than its temporal limitation. Any game takes place within the contours of its spatial domain. Around the neighborhood, around its fleeting and threatened immobility, stretched a half-known city where people met only by chance, losing their way forever.
The girls who found their way there, because they were legally under the control of their families until the age of eighteen, were often recaptured by the defenders of that detestable institution. They were generally confined under the guard of those creatures who among all the bad products of a bad society are the most ugly and repugnant: nuns.
What usually makes documentaries so easy to understand is the arbitrary limitation of their subject matter. They describe the atomization of social functions and the isolation of their products. One can, in contrast, envisage the entire complexity of a moment which is not resolved into a work, a moment whose movement indissolubly contains facts and values and whose meaning does not yet appear. The subject matter of the documentary would then be this confused totality.
Voice 2: The era had arrived at a level of knowledge and technical means that made possible, and increasingly necessary, a direct construction of all aspects of a liberated affective and practical existence. The appearance of these superior means of action, still unused because of the delays in the project of liquidating the commodity economy, had already condemned aesthetic activity, whose ambitions and powers were both outdated. The decay of art and of all the values of former mores had formed our sociological background. The ruling class's monopoly over the instruments we needed to control in order to realize the collective art of our time had excluded us from a cultural production officially devoted to illustrating and repeating the past. An art film on this generation can only be a film on its absence of real creations.
Everyone unthinkingly followed the paths learned once and for all, to their work and their home, to their predictable future. For them duty had already become a habit, and habit a duty. They did not see the deficiency of their city. They thought the deficiency of their life was natural. We wanted to break out of this conditioning, in quest of another use of the urban landscape, in quest of new passions. The atmosphere of a few places gave us intimations of the future powers of an architecture it would be necessary to create to be the support and framework for less mediocre games. We could expect nothing of anything we had not ourselves altered. The urban environment proclaimed the orders and tastes of the ruling society just as violently as the newspapers. It is man who makes the unity of the world, but man has extended himself everywhere. People can see nothing around them that is not their own image; everything speaks to them of themselves. Their very landscape is alive. There were obstacles everywhere. There was a cohesion in the obstacles of all types. They maintained the coherent reign of poverty. Everything being connected, it was necessary to change everything by a unitary struggle, or nothing. It was necessary to link up with the masses, but we were surrounded by sleep.
Voice 3: The dictatorship of the proletariat is a desperate struggle, bloody and bloodless, violent and peaceful, military and economic, educational and administrative, against the forces and traditions of the old world.
Voice 1: In this country it is once again the men of order who have rebelled. They have reinforced their power. They have been able to aggravate the grotesqueness of the ruling conditions according to their will. They have embellished their system with the funereal ceremonies of the past.
Voice 2: Years, like a single instant prolonged to this point, come to an end.
Voice 1: What was directly lived reappears frozen in the distance, fit into the tastes and illusions of an era, carried away with it.
Voice 2: The appearance of events that we have not made, that others have made against us, now obliges us to be aware of the passage of time, its results, the transformation of our own desires into events. What differentiates the past from the present is precisely its out-of-reach objectivity; there is no more should-be; being is so consumed that it has ceased to exist. The details are already lost in the dust of time. Who was afraid of life, afraid of the night, afraid of being taken, afraid of being kept?
Voice 3: What should be abolished continues, and we continue to wear away with it. We are engulfed. We are separated. The years pass and we haven't changed anything.
Voice 2: Once again morning in the same streets. Once again the fatigue of so many similarly passed nights. It is a walk that has lasted a long time.
Voice 1: Really hard to drink more.
Voice 2: Of course one might make a film of it. But even if such a film succeeds in being as fundamentally disconnected and unsatisfying as the reality it deals with, it will never be more than a re-creation "” poor and false like this botched traveling shot.
Voice 3: There are now people who pride themselves on being authors of films, as others were authors of novels. They are even more backward than the novelists because they are unaware of the decomposition and exhaustion of individual expression in our time, ignorant of the end of the arts of passivity. They are praised for their sincerity since they dramatize, with more personal depth, the conventions of which their life consists. There is talk of the liberation of the cinema. But what does it matter to us if one more art is liberated through which Tom, Dick or Harry can joyously express their slavish sentiments? The only interesting venture is the liberation of everyday life, not only in the perspectives of history but for us and right away. This entails the withering away of alienated forms of communication. The cinema, too, has to be destroyed.
Voice 2: In the final analysis, stars are created by the need we have for them, and not by their talent or lack of talent or even by the film industry or advertising. Miserable need, dismal, anonymous life that would like to expand itself to the dimensions of cinema life. The imaginary life on the screen is the product of this real need. The star is the projection of this need.
The images of the advertisements during the intermissions are more suited than any others for evoking an intermission of life.
To really describe this era it would no doubt be necessary to show many other things. But what would be the point?
Better to grasp the totality of what has been done and what remains to be done than to add more ruins to the old world of the spectacle and of memories.
1. This film, which evokes the lettrist experiences at the origin of the situationist movement, opens with shots of the Paris district frequented by the lettrists in the early 1950s.
2022.1.12 因为这部1.7就上线了 所以我就先补了第一部 制作还是依旧精妙 看这部就让我想到疯狂动物城 毕竟疯狂动物城是动物动画片里的鼻祖 这部里少了第一部里的老鼠 赚钱了就是硬气了 连蜥蜴助理都开跑车了 依旧是好多耳熟能详的近些年流行歌曲 但是猩猩在那个街舞教练指导下进步这么快就点吹了 就是考拉他们的小剧院小有成就 但终究只是在镇上出名想走上大城市 遇上星探对他们的剧不感兴趣 就自己冒充成选手去参加海选 因为承诺会带一名狮子前巨星过来就同意给他们一切支持做出让他满意的剧本 后来狼的女儿也看上了这剧迫于狼的压力下 考拉让他当女主 但后来把她炒鱿鱼了让她来当那个外星人她居然欣然接受了 考拉和刺猬费尽千辛万苦找到了狮子前巨星 最后表演的很好 这狼主动邀功跟🤡一样 那只狸猫也真是只好🐶
不要抓他，Jimmy我爱你！
这片花了不少钱在音乐版权上吧……但是好多都是原声，连翻唱都变少了
这部动画再次表明，要成为一名成功的producer要具有多么综合而强大的能力。音乐好听，画面绚丽，要是银幕上看会更棒。
他们那个演出是真的只会有小朋友爱看的……不可能在那种超级大剧院演出的……
我只是想拯救一下我的不开心，这部电影做到了，并且让人心生激动。从逻辑关系来讲有特别牵强的地方，但动画电影的标签可以把那些部分给弱化抹去，并强化视觉去完成更难的场景建设。我爱这锅金曲炖煮，我也爱这个核心主题。当成年人那么无趣的设定了限制了以后，动画或成战鼓，或成慰藉。
终究是未能跳出窠臼免俗，clownly行为转变极其生硬，而crystal父女的关系和矛盾化解最终也有些莫名。不过U2的歌是真好听啊…
伏笔都合上了，这个看得好爽♥️♥️♥️♥️
很多歌感觉没有第一部好听 舞台设计上花了大功夫但是剧情还是有些薄弱俗套了 希望可以把这个IP好好利用起来 人设都还是挺有意思的
一部动画片 让我真切地感受到音乐的魅力和力量
太！精！采！了！如果第一部是关于选秀，这部就是如何团队配合演出一场震惊世界的舞台大秀，除了承接上一部表现出鲜明不同性格特征各位主角之外，新加入更加有特色的几位新角色，让整个故事的格局更加开阔，迈上了更高的台阶，将观众对第三部的期待值拉到极限
每个人都做着自己鄙视的事，来成全一个向往的自己
不是furry，但是狂喜了。为什么所有角色都这么可爱？狼老板老是让人联想到西游记的豹子精。剧情依旧俗，出色的依旧是各种基于细致观察和想象的设计，作为歌舞片的舞台设计也太可爱了。
音乐拥有连接每个人的力量。
我还在猜想，他们最终决定放弃这场太空歌剧，转而利用现有道具编排出一场临时的音乐剧，看来我还是想得太多了。
轻松可爱。希望环球影城早日把爱丽丝漫游仙境那段演一演。2022013
相比第一部简直是断崖式下跌，不仅剧情变得苍白幼稚，矛盾冲突和突破自我诸如此类无聊情节轮番上演，歌曲也再没有my way这种契合人物历程的优秀作品，倒是pop口水歌充斥全片，歌词无非就是励志梦想。
我太喜欢SING啦我就是这个系列的脑残粉！！！2确实没有1惊喜那么多了但我还想看3456789！！希望这个系列能一直出下去啊我爱你们每一个角色！！！我爱环球我爱考拉！
上集没有好好发挥的小猪冈特终于有了自己的姓名，不得不说U2太适合这个设定了，请一集一集唱下去吧！
我总是在电影里找鸡汤自我疗伤。
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