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.
就中规中矩吧。Bendy这几年是沉迷于传记片吗？
wuli Yoona美到发光但是放到哪里都不争不抢服服帖帖也是个奇迹
电波就是爱啊；其实本片最大的亮点是本尼的表演
肿么讲？就是爱猫之人不想给这个片子减分，但是确实又是本尼献出的神奇的无语之片。。。
电波就是爱啊；其实本片最大的亮点是本尼的表演
很喜欢插画，总是很想住进那些世界里。但是。请不要为了得奖去拍这些传记片。显得，很，刻意。。这么公式化，很难共情的。
姐姐线设计的很棒，整体温情满满，后段有点强行煽情导致情感崩塌。
前半段还在吐槽剧情缓慢俩人演技放大屏幕不太够用，结果最后影院亮灯大家对眼一看，全都泪眼婆娑。脱去电视剧版乌托邦轻喜剧的粉色外壳，王子和魔法师从童话喜剧里挪步到现实世界，面对家庭，社会和未来，加上叙事编排上的一些小瑕疵，整体看下来显然不是那么轻松愉快。但最后看到有情人终成眷属，老阿姨还是忍不住泛起泪花，这可能就是温柔魔法的力量吧。
6.9 猫猫即是正义! 从传统人物传记片逐渐演变为某种lsd式迷醉幻觉，在一个不断增强的磁场中传导着愈发激烈的电流，导体当然是猫。(nick cave客串好逆天，如果我没搞错的话，他演的是h.g. wells??????????)
男主演的不像十几岁，没有少年感。
腐女舔屏向：工作短暂离别的思念丶大雨淋湿担忧的相见之夜丶忐忑互见彼此父母家人丶结婚典礼亲友们诚挚的祝福，CP粉丝们想看的都有了！可惜剧情美好得太像童话，现实不可能如此顺利，毕竟结尾也婉转表示：纯粹是安达(赤楚卫二 饰)故事书上的想像。★★★☆三星半
发现姐姐原来一直是以灵魂的方式陪伴，以及父亲更深沉的心结，有点泪崩。每个人物的感情很细腻，故事讲得真好。但是，我觉得还是林允更好看，值得给五星🐶🐶🐶
原来姐姐早就死了 我说怎么男孩长大了为啥姐姐还那么年轻貌美呢 到这样是不是有点人格分裂症……
虽然电影版是为了发糖而存在的，但剧情还是发大水了。建议日影以后把出柜和见家长分开拍，不然拍不出那种感觉。其实同床啊结婚啊都不如最后两个人手牵手、在公园悠闲散步来得感人。魔法再好，平淡为真...
卷福演得很好，电影不太行，不过我反正是冲着克莱尔去的~~~
很棒的电影，一流的演员，结尾时竟然看到了NickCave，惊喜啊
这么好的电影只有7分多，随着韩国电影名气越来越大，涌入大量战狼恶意打低分，韩影已经不再属于韩影迷这个小圈子了，以后要出豆瓣高分也不太可能了
开场回顾剧版的片段瞬间带我回到熬夜追剧的那些兴奋到睡不着的夜晚。而安达和黑沢真的又回来了或者说电视里的两位毫无缝隙感走进了大屏幕！演技无可挑剔！而风间导演在电视剧版里已经证明了他对情绪的细腻捕捉在长达两小时的电影里也持续在线。安达黑沢两人之间变化的距离感和遇到的困难，依然被两人相互体谅与互相理解的心所化解，走到了最好的结局。整部影片延续了电视剧版依然是温柔善良的主调，没有太多的纷扰和狗血桥段。安达从魔法师回到了普通人，收获了爱情与成长，非常值得一看。
男主演的不像十几岁，没有少年感。
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