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.
女二是孙千啊，乍一眼我都没认出来
就网大来说，质量其实相当可以，剧情虽然粗糙，但是中间安志杰和杨杏同行那一段还是挺有趣的。动作画面编排的挺不错，很喜欢杨杏在里面演的疯子女主。
好久没看这么爽的枪战港片了，虽然故事单薄，剧情有点假！
好无聊，各种开挂没意思。女反派模仿小丑女痕迹太明显，男探长装傻也很刻意完全get不到笑点，看得我太尬了，最后律师变脸也是非常突然很无语。两星一星给金刚，一星给男主。
这次好像学会选素人风接地气了，催泪功力还是比对岸差很多
虽然大部分剧情和演员颇尬，但在当下的动作片领域，《盲战》居然让我两眼放光了。女反派饰演的神经病也不违和，甚至有些哈莉奎茵的气质。大量的长镜头和主观镜头的运用能感受出主创的确用心了。谁能想到华语动作片最后的倔强居然是一部网大？
拍的很好下次不要再拍了，动作戏勉强给个三星吧
以年为单位撒狗粮，以秒为单位看手机，怎么还不结束？？都说烂片出好歌，歌也就那样吧
无功无过的糖水片，塞进去很多当下感和感情历程，铺排的满满当当的鸡汤。最好的不是千言万语我爱你的爱情，而是三言两语的亲情。国产爱情商业片如果按照这个标准，不刻意撒狗血和做作，就不会有那么多做作的疼痛青春，只有平庸与当下感。 "不管在北京还是重庆，外地也好，生不生孩子也好，都不要怪原生家庭。"才是跨年夜收到最好的祝福。
抛开剧情和一些细节bug，在网大里还算不错
很差，某些戏作为电视剧我都会嫌弃拍得不好，更何况作为一部应该精致的电影，两位主演很水，我本来觉得毛晓彤到了可以演好电影的时机，结果她这么的随便。电影在摄影美术等等方面看起来都令人堪忧，剧本普通到没有特点，我怀疑这是走前任3的代入路线，觉得好像所有人看到这样的普通故事就全都能想起自己的生活，加上光线惯用的塞入歌曲煽情就成功了。
只听台词，两人都挺好的。一看脸，只有女主可以。至于剧情，跨年特供片的质量就这样吧。
跨年观影的一种选择。实感且沉浸的体验——从在大城市打拼工作的背景到情侣吵架的种种细节，总能有一些情节能刺痛到人。工作和感情是可以二者兼得的吗？在两人矛盾不可开交的时候经得起回首初心吗？这部电影像是都市爱情的一面镜子，它窥探到了许多人的真实故事。
因为是安志杰，原本想打两星还是给三星吧……为啥就接不到好片。🥲再不红就老了🥹
各种bug有点好笑，但是cp感确实很强。隔壁情侣看哭了，就多给一颗星😂毕竟单身狗如我没啥共情😂
剧情铺垫不够，眨眼间吵架，矛盾升级。 女主瞪着眼睛笑，瞪着眼睛哭，男主情绪平淡。 优点是恋爱不像偶像剧悬空，男女主不是背着爱马仕开着豪车的奋斗者。。最动人情节就是。。男女主一起领养发财，带它去散步，和发财生病去世的两段了。。有些伴侣，真的不如宠物。它们直白，简单，不懂背叛……不像很多人类善变，自私，甚至毫无底线
打戏蛮过瘾的，剧情就有点残，但作为一个父亲，无条件相信父爱👨🍼
拍的很好下次不要再拍了，动作戏勉强给个三星吧
飓风营救+夜魔侠有没有搞头？我觉得可以，就网大这个质量。多拍点这样简单粗暴，动作场面好看的就行，讲不好剧情用经典结构也OK。别拿垃圾喂观众就行。
疫情之下拍电影不易，但也希望既然能够有资金的加持，就好好做作品吧，电影行业这几年是挺难的，但也不能摆烂啊，单挑演员来说还不错，剪辑有点乱。
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