American psychologist John Holden arrives in London to participate in a symposium aiming to expose witchcraft and devil-worship as a fraud, with attention centered on a cult run by a Julian Karswell. Debarking his plane, Holden learns that the symposium leader, Henry Harrington, has suddenly died and he is now in charge. What only the audience knows is that Harrington was clearly killed by a demon, apparently summoned by Karswell to avenge his persecution. Despite both threatening and cajoling behavior by Karswell, Holden determines to proceed, though the only cult member willing to talk about his experiences is in a prison psychiatric ward, catatonic after allegedly killing yet another cult member. However, Harrington's niece, Joanna, believes, based on her uncle's notes, that Karswell may indeed have some satanic powers derived from an ancient tome in an obscure language which he has been able to translate, and attempts to warn the skeptic Holden. Karswell's mother also attempts to warn Holden off. However, the thing which begins to most get to Holden are the occasional, but mounting, sensory and mental disturbances he begins experiencing after an encounter with Karswell, and the discovery that, during this encounter, Karswell secretly slipped a slip of parchment with a curse in runic symbols on it into Holden's belongings, a parchment identical to one Harrington recorded having had passed to him in a similar manner shortly before his death... [N.B. Holden at no point stays at the Karswell estate].
我看不懂，但好美，喜欢所有的画面。晃动的镜头，跳舞的俱乐部，床上的两人，朋友死后的烟花，穿插的黑白叙述......工作没了，爱人走了，朋友死了，最后人总是要有家可回的。
“我会为你破例，我会爱上你，但我对你的感觉与你无关。好了，现在我饿了。”我们要珍惜能和爱人散步亲吻的机会，毕竟在伟大的时代洪流中，这些矜贵的瞬间都是我们与无数的阴差阳错擦肩而过才得到的片刻。
我看不懂，但好美，喜欢所有的画面。晃动的镜头，跳舞的俱乐部，床上的两人，朋友死后的烟花，穿插的黑白叙述......工作没了，爱人走了，朋友死了，最后人总是要有家可回的。
一群衣冠楚楚的德国人，在安静的湖边，冠冕堂皇地开了一场会，讨论如何安逸，高效，合理，不产生心理影音地处理犹太人，每个发言看似认真讨论，却无不透露着傲慢，无礼，冷酷，残忍
是不是没有网络的时候 偶遇和等待一通电话会是世界上最美妙的事情
如果你没有出现，我会变成什么样。
活着才是侥幸，死亡才是必然。文艺青年总是无法和礼崩乐坏的时代共存，离去或许是最佳选择。相爱之人隔着玻璃吻别，但最终无法再次遇见意难平
2022-02-05
没有半点血腥
湖底沉静着无数颗曾经想要掀起滔天巨浪的小石子。
湖底沉静着无数颗曾经想要掀起滔天巨浪的小石子。
这次他不是画家，是诗人，终于和美丽的小姨恋爱了
喜欢电影的质感，场景的细节体现了导演满满的诚意。然鹅，法比安就是个暴殄天物的“作”家，只有感性，没有脑子。外面的世界在变化他不知道，女友的需要他不清楚，死党的痛苦他不了解。
（20220801高铁G1672）
浪漫和悲哀都是生活化的，但我们如何将自己的生活和历史的成分划分？我怎么能确定这是我的生活而不是后来人对历史中一粒尘埃的复述？（摄影有出彩之处，但手持用得太多反而削减力度，而且令人晕车…）
系统性的恶，往往会让人忘掉所有人都是个体的人。那些最基层的执行机器，会有一刻感受到良心的刺痛么？不知为何我总是联想到这个春天的上海。
是不是看到了我们的未来。
法比安消失了 就像他没存在过一样 献给所有生活脱轨的人 正在失去自己生活的人 到底什么是体面的生活
关于理想、生存、爱情以及死亡。如果世界处于混沌之中，那你是做一个清晰而痛苦的人还是做一个混沌而快乐的人？
你会非常的难过 而我们要出去
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