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.
完全和第一部节奏不一样了，这部的新魔女感觉被神化了，真的是无敌的存在，各种技能大招轮番出场，有点假了。而且刚开始没分清楚，还以为是第一部女主，到了最后才知道原来是姐妹，还指望两位女主能pk一下，想看的没看到，倒是中间硬塞了好多酱油角色，特别是来自上海的几位，那蹩脚的普通话，不看字幕根本听不懂，下次要是还有类似的角色麻烦配个音好吗？！另外，李钟硕的角色也是可有可无，造型也是很丑。整体来说，剧情支离破碎，节奏拖沓，新女主也没啥记忆点，和第一部比有点差了。
唉……做过能力强者就完了，真的没必要硬加感情线
魔高一尺，道高一丈。
外国影视只要沾中文和中国准砸锅，下一部你给我说清楚中国上海是怎么回事，不然肯定差评！
魔女2果然如我所料。故事一塌糊涂。但是打斗爽的要死。第一部前面65分钟不知道在说什么，后面一小时燃爆了。第二部更过分。前面100分钟不知道在说什么。后面半小时燃爆炸了。
打戏依然精彩，但几乎所有超能力者都附带了超强的自愈能力后，力度感自然就弱了。
看十分钟就行的片子 非得整2小时，搞不明白
看完了都没分清每一伙人的目的
果然，意料之中。99%的续作都会失败，所以珍惜剩下的1%吧……//前面快速看的，中间还跳过了几次。最后的动作戏还行吧，不过这能力设定会不会太夸张了，主要是文戏很难匹配上啊。最后金多美出场立刻就不一样了，给她的那几分钟加一星。不多说了，立刻再重刷一遍第一部去。
新女主能力太强了，有点过分了。期待新老女主在第三部相遇。
碾压式的打斗毫无意义，跟第一部一个模子刻出来的!
魔女2后面还跟着一个副标题，另一个，所以主演压根不是金多美了。李钟硕也没什么戏份，白期待了。另外，台词真的过于拖沓了，而且因为妹妹武力值过高所以打斗场面丧失了第一部独特的格斗风格，总而言之，挺无聊的完全不如第一部。ps：上海实验室的那一群，学习能力这么强好意思中文说成那样？
抱着开放的态度去看，发现依然很难看完。不好看。
装b的感觉让我以为每个人都很强呢，结果最后打起来完全不够看，剧情也拖沓
抛开更换女主不提，相比第一部的主动复仇，第二部的被动逃亡逊色不少，加上中间一段尴尬老套的感情戏来铺垫女主最后的爆发，实在乏善可陈；血腥打斗仍是看点之一，但武力值相比第一部有明显的膨胀。好歹最后金多美的出场把两部联系在了一起，不知道后续还能否拍好
导演实在是有太多的恶趣味了，天马行空的超能力、血浆断肢齐飞，看这怪力乱神给混搭的。
电脑特效太影响效果了，特效太夸张，动画感太明显，效果不如第一部，有些失望！中文，太尴尬了吧！起码也找几个中国练习生去演呀！
弟弟和姐姐死的太不值了，我喜欢他们，喜欢吃吃吃的魔女。
塞进许多的新面孔，脸盲。那蹩脚的中文根本没必要剪在里面的，多余。故事讲的一塌糊涂，不过动作的部分依然很爽。
朴勋政电影就这样，逻辑不行，但是逼格和打戏都能到位。这一部都能被骂烂，马上准备去看差评如潮的《乐园之夜》，说不定又是一个惊喜。3.5星。
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