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.
特意查了下imdb，全片预算也就1000万美金，苹果是在圣丹斯看了片子以后花2500万美金买的发行权……所以苹果花了2500万买了改编权是什么鬼
show not tell. 缓慢温柔的电影。突然发现下周末我就要去剧中的那个地方去钓鱼。
所以拯救女主的是她的天赋，如果她没有天赋，她就应该留在那条船上吗？受够这类天才拯救计划了
6.5/10。重拍了一版《贝利叶一家》，质量比那版好很多但没有了当初看时的惊喜感。大量“听不见”带来的黄色笑话让我梦回青春派的性喜剧年代，发现这个本子很适合中国翻拍啊～哥哥和男友都比原版帅很多。（得了奥斯卡最佳影片后补一条：bye）
庆幸没有在还没看的时候就跟风说一句“不配”。小故事小人物小题材又如何呢？反正是有实实在在地触动到我。将一个乍一看并不吸引人的故事拍到这个地步已经够啦，很好的作品。
其实这种放法国就是个爆米花家庭电影 美国人真的当宝了 而且这也就法版一般水平 主要差在歌品不好
#94奥提BP男配改编剧本 表演很减分，就没感觉谁演的好，剧本中规中矩，有几场戏很尴尬。刚刚看了看预测，如果这得bp也太尴尬了吧，不过这届奥斯卡能打的真的太少了...
旦除非你做好本分 否则我什么也做：
市长竞选变成了经典缴税
8/10，健听女孩绝对比去年的戛纳电影节的钛电影靠谱，那部钛能获奖属实有点迷惑行为大赏。该电影虽然叙事平淡无奇，社会矛盾冲突也没有寄生虫印象深刻，但是在如今摆烂的好莱坞来说确实是一股清流作品，值得一看。
家庭支柱太难了，被亲人牵绊着。有几场戏很能触动到，家人之间特别的情感与爱。这片子挺适合引进国内。★★★☆/7.8
有些习以为常的并非是理所应当的。CODA，Child of Deaf Adult，成熟、早当担，也比旁人多一分负担。看《贝利叶的一家》时并未有更多的共情，可能是因为那时我还小。7
鲁比其实是非常幸运的，有着美满的家庭，有闺蜜，有帅气的男友，竟然还有音乐天赋，还有伯乐老师。。唯一纠结就是到底应该留下来帮助家人还是去寻求自己的音乐梦想，后面就更加正能量，鲁比愿意舍弃自己留下来陪伴家人，而家人也愿意送鲁比远走他乡寻求梦想。比较典型的美式家庭电影。女主很好看，歌曲很好听。
我原想补番，借着午睡休息，但是哭的稀里哗啦。
But clouds got in my way.
第一次知道CODA代表了什么：Children of Deaf Adults，也就是聋哑父母的孩子。女主作为聋哑家庭唯一的健听人，最大的爱好是唱歌，这本就是有些欧亨利的设定，但电影拍得轻松又动人，相对来说是颁奖季里比较喜欢的一部。印象最深刻的一幕：爸爸让女儿唱歌给他听，因为听不到，爸爸只能用双手摸着她的脖子以感受声带的振动来“听”女儿的歌声。爱大概可以有千百种方法来传递和感受吧。
三位演员竟然都是听障人士，了解到这一点之后，片子里很多情节就更加能传递出情绪了，尤其是最后父亲的那一声go
But clouds got in my way.
但拿下BP多少还欠缺一些说服力，作为翻拍片，它对原作《贝利叶一家》并无多少实质变动和超越，2007年马丁凭翻拍片《无间风云》登顶，至少是从视听到气质到主题全方位改造过且焕然一新的。希望行业能意识到，对保守的过分表彰就是对创造力的抹杀。
就是很舒服很温情的那种美国励志电影，怎么也不至于BP吧
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