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.
疫情只是一个突如其来的考验，在这次突击检查中，人们精神与身体潜在的病痛纷纷浮现，轻轻一推，大厦倾倒。
故事背景延伸出的细节很刻板俗套，好在贡献了一组特别的母女关系，还有城市景观。 @2022-01-30
居然是钟孟宏的摄影突破之作……这一回广角摄影强调了墙壁等环境对人的压迫感，而都市中被蓝色帆布围住的居民楼这个意象也很天才。剧作完成度相当高，瀑布不仅是英文的一语双关（fall，阶级跌落）还是女主对结尾瀑布事件的闪前，这就尼玛相当高级了。另，钟是不是年轻时悬疑感B级片看多了，这片子的低频声音明示有点太夸张，类型的东西往里铺多少有点出戏。总的来说，2021年华语的顶级作品之一，无愧最佳影片，剧作固然没有《阳光普照》那么有张力但完成度和剧作摄影技巧有提升。当然，结尾收得有点仓促，女主的工作和归宿没有落得更清晰，其次声音制作太拉垮，小蜜蜂的底噪都听得一清二楚，看在钟现在这么大牌都还在用四五个人的摄影/录音组我还是选择原谅吧
3.5，最严格的口罩电影了吧。疫情最严峻时期，只是作为故事背景，主要还是导演擅长的家庭情感纠结和梳理，但有了《阳光普照》在前，很多情绪和蕴含情绪的剧情，就不再那么有感动和升华价值了。再说，人物和情节上做了减法后，也没让更简洁的关系有比前作明显的跃升。结尾那场直指标题的意外，看似有些多余，但也扣人心弦，同时也知道肯定会有个善意的结果。
我愿称之为“疫情时代命题作文”（所以最后事故那段有点画蛇添足啊）。吊打内地同主题电影毫无疑问，但仍有差口气的感觉，大概是后半段的乐观向上很不钟孟宏吧。用贾静雯大概和阳光普照用许光汉思路差不多，都是追求颠覆既有形象以及将最美丽的角色打入最苦难的凡尘之反差感。PS：抉择太好听了。
新冠时期的母女生活，用惊悚片形式拍摄疾病。
我还是很吃这种路数。你脑中的瀑布，变作一场无预警泄洪将我淹没。不要再问你还好吗，我会努力变好，我们一起好好生活。Don‘t sweat it。
有点悬浮，结尾的隐喻没get到，但摄影真的很漂亮加1分，7分
匠气有余，里韵不足，钟孟宏精心熬制的一碗滚鸡汤。借疫情符号描摹没落中产早已失衡的亲子关系、人与人之间淡漠疏离的情感，以及灾后如何重塑家庭、自我与亲密关系的心路历程。当心中的暗流化作泄洪喷涌而出，这一刻才完成了真正意义上的自我救赎。瀑布时鸣于耳，长蛇入屋盘桓。整体意象表达设计感太强，全无《大佛》里那股浑然天成的精巧感。
和妈妈照顾外婆的那些年，我们一直在尽量维持日常的生活。时常在会议里，在和朋友的相聚中，我要立刻赶回家去帮妈妈一起“搞定”外婆。有时候换成妈妈来帮助我。我记得外婆还清醒的日子，我不认识眼前这个失智偶尔乱来的老太太，但我要照顾她，要看着她。睡眠休息已经打乱的成了一种新的习惯，闲暇的时候也总是提心吊胆，但我和妈妈都一直在尽我们所能维持我们原有的生活状态，让它如常运转。我们生活在“瀑布”之下，虽然我们的衣服身子没有淋湿，但我们的生活和外界隔着轰隆作响的瀑布，我们无法去分享这巨大烦扰的声音，我们无法向任何人传递这种感受，也没有人能穿过瀑布帮助我们。真好，电影里有病友，有主任，还有那条迷路的蛇。
从阳光普照，再到这部，我彻底认同钟孟宏了，电影背景是疫情下台北一对母女的状态，瞄准女性，确实空间更大，因为女性身上更有东西说。演技方面也很有展现的空间，很多场景都是带着口罩的，只能用眉头和眼睛来表现。最后母女在不同空间的对话很精彩，母亲担心着女儿，女儿的衣服上的字是don't sweat it。生活一定是最艰难的，可是未来怎么样谁能知道呢？
好美好美，新增的这是在台北电影节2.0上看的原片吗？？？怎么一把子就从5.5涨到了6.5,要不要再刷到8.5,助力沃玛永不沉没ʕ ᵔᴥᵔ ʔ
摄影打光越好显得故事越尴尬，相比之下《秘密访客》都能及格了。魏如萱的台词太烂了，再加上本身就做作的对白，难受到让人翻白眼。/以及为什么所有人都要戴四千年美女的大口罩？褶皱都不扯开的口罩，和疫情背景一样无效。
#Netflix#@栩许如生v 提供。唉我的妈妈也经历过和电影里的贾静雯差不多一样的事，只是区别在于她很坚强又韧劲十足地挺了过来，没有真的成为爸爸口中的疯子。我也差一点成为消失的女儿
一样的字体，一样的色调，但是喜欢没有了。只觉得事情一路下滑，好像没有什么缓转的地方，就向瀑布飞流直下，落在地上也是最后的重击。没有希望的感觉。
7.2 像一部60分钟的四星短片被扩张成120分钟的体量，内容够了刻画深度不够，特别是父亲的角色薄到可有可无。中介的戏份突然的高大上，魏如萱的角色突然很治愈，都是表现上不够细腻的处理。
有点算计，而且是还有些别扭的精准，除了突如其来的结尾做一次开放式收尾，其他都是浅尝辄止的试探，《阳光普照》之后，对家庭题材的探索已经够了，建议钟孟宏换个题材继续发力。
2.和疫情并没有特别大的联系。
瀑布这个意向一般，有些牵强，其他没什么大问题。女孩在精神院看到妈妈的样子一夜长大了。
有点悬浮，结尾的隐喻没get到，但摄影真的很漂亮加1分，7分
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