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.
也许是我没看懂吧，但是电影给人感觉非常糟糕
小安呐，给巫女整个活！
疯批婆娘最后居然没死 异型出来以后怎么反而战斗力下降了 why 另外 特写屎镜头实在不适
网费就是做怪物做的那么帅 别对恐怖片那么苛刻了豆瓣
疯疯的女主还有点可爱
上一部是视频连线，这一部是视频直播，紧跟时代潮流的恐怖片不多见。相比于《夺魂连线》，这部只是形式新，并没有其他创新。虽然有点《VHS》的味道，但故事没头没尾，篇幅偏短。女主人设也实在NC。弹幕的话，只能说网络让我们离SB更近了。
又乱又臭（各种意义上），就冲女主到朋友家、到餐馆里发疯就足够她死一万次了
内容还挺像VHS的（所以弄个短片也行？），后半部分有游乐园。故事大概是女主和朋友外出碰到被恶魔附身的阿婆/女孩，还有女孩妈妈，歪打正着跑去邪教团总部。女主全程发疯，磕high一周没睡觉一样，武力值比鬼还厉害。辛苦翻译了。
故事马马虎虎，捆疯女人那段太突兀了太粗糙了，最后怪物的那段太抖了，看了个寂寞，你拍的伪纪录片也不带这样啊。最后的即兴说唱太恶俗了，这女主是真的恶心。
把Black lives matter、疫情、封控、川普、邪教各种要素全部拿出来大玩特玩的态度，不需要解释只负责呈现，也还蛮有意思的，够疯，恐怖氛围几乎完全被女主角的闹腾和调侃一扫而光，很多血腥环节反而让人觉得搞笑。直播弹幕的设定倒是蛮有意思的，每次都在关键点制造网络卡顿，比较喜欢男主进入废弃游乐场的部分，很梦核，那种普通夜晚突然踏上疯狂的怪异旅程的感觉做得很好。
这种没头没尾的狗屎玩意真是要看腻看吐了,负分滚出
一集美剧拍成了一部电影，典型的铺垫一小时只有结尾高潮，烂片不应该搞开放式结局不如明确一些。女黑人的戏份简直就是多余，用来凑时长的，反而使电影显得很拖沓，毕竟电影结束了她都没有再次出现。女主角最后的复仇很爽，尤其是献祭了雷德，但是，这个恶魔/怪物都现身了，怎么这么废物，居然被女主角吓得缩回去了，它只敢对抗毫无抵抗力的奴隶啊，好吧，他只敢对付无法战胜心理恐惧的人，整体太拖了，90分钟都不到的电影，居然铺垫了那么久，以及恐怖程度一般，还有，这片有悬疑吗？？？这盒子都是明示了
这节奏实在不敢恭维，有点太拖沓了，剧情设置的有点问题。我觉得怪比故事更吸引人。
打着“行车记录仪”的幌子，到头来是场直播，直播评论区作为互动和破次元最好的要素，虚假得要命，沦为尴尬的画面装饰品。
女主唱着RAP演完了一整部，还挺好听的。歌舞片➕丧尸片➕伪纪录片的奇妙组合。
什么垃圾 女主角是个神经病一样的冯彪子 故事没头没尾简直像在搞笑 最后用荤话连篇的说唱结束挺逗的
开头的氛围设计还不错，鬼片永远是鬼没出来的时候最恐怖
3.5，用Chaotic来形容实在太准确，好久没看到这么开心的疯片了（某些人真的能不能别传一堆机翻截图到豆瓣引流了）
拍短片效果估计能翻倍，这长片节奏慢得见鬼…另外，标题暴露一切，不如叫《你妈叫你多待一会》😅
Eminem had that Orange rhyme thing covered
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