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.
音乐剧是一部不错的音乐剧，改编电影后，把音乐剧的缺点放大，优点减弱了，虽然补完了音乐剧里无法呈现的“细节内容”但却形成了反作用使得剧情的拖沓以及无法与歌很好地融合，如果这故事仅仅只是剧情片也会是个不错的题材，但歌是真的好听的，导演拍摄就一般了
6。”You’ll Be Found” is still touching. 剧情不太行。
如果不能有效填平舞台叙事和实景叙事之间的逻辑差异，则由舞台剧改编而来的电影必然会产生诸多令人不适的观影体验。这种逻辑差异存在于且不限于：（1）舞台上抽象而凝练的高概念呈现与电影遵从现实逻辑之间、（2）无中断的持续表演与分镜头叙事的剧情推进模式之间、（3）多人同空间的合声表演与反复切换的琐碎场景转换之间。
同样的音乐剧改编电影，整体歌曲不知道为啥没有和背景音合上……割裂感很强。而且居然用原剧歌曲做背景音，也太刻意了。
上映前：唯一的遗憾是ben platt老了一点，个人感觉演高中生缺了一点说服力。看完后：我的担心成真了。三十岁的ben不适合这个角色，甚至感觉他的声音状态也不如以前。当然这个片子的问题远远不止这些，所有角色里面只有evan的妈妈能让人共情，evan不是很讨喜，其它角色则基本都是边缘化功能化了。3星不能更多。
如果你生活在太阳照不到的地方，千万不要自己放弃希望
太能體會Evan Hansen這樣的社恐人為自己營造的玫色人際故事的無奈與無助了，不然也許自裁的就是他自己了，因為真的等不到那雙把他從地上拉起來的手，將錯就錯或許是一道走出來的門徑？PS：音樂劇的形式美學反而敗筆了。
直击现实，是日本现实主义电影的批判性表现。
乱七八糟的叙事，半小时多都没看懂在讲啥，要不是佐藤健半张脸在泥水里说台词，早就关了🚬
5分给立意。电影拍得稍微弱了一点，故事的反转意料之中，但女主最后的留言，“我们要发出比卑劣者响亮，更理直气壮的声音！”还是感动了我。表演没什么问题，所有人物的设定也很人性化，也比较复杂化，佐藤健的演出有点像章宇。这类社会问题和心灵创伤绝不止日本，没有人是一座孤岛，不要问丧钟为谁而鸣，它就为你而鸣。
在灾难面前，人性会变得扭曲。适合在疫情当下观看，而我们只会拍《中国好医生》。
咋这个日本政府恁坏，还能让日本穷人饿死的啊
多么美好的音乐剧，关于成长，关于少数群体 suicide
还没来得及看音乐剧，但是同为壁花少年本人真的有被电影感动到。可能很多人会觉得很矫情，但是男主很多情绪和举动我真的是感同身受，那种不知道如何“做自己”的迷茫，还有怕自己做得不好被嘲笑所以没有勇气面对生活的焦虑，还有依恋谎言带来的美好所以越来越深陷的无措。我们总是给be yourself加上太多的后缀，要自信、要独立、要坚强，但事实上没有人永远这么完美，你就是你，这样就很好了，看到最后真的好希望Conner真的是Evan的朋友。加上音乐感染力真的太强了，男主上台演讲那一段真的好好哭，摩尔阿姨的独唱把一个单亲妈妈的心事描述得太动人。选角真的有点别扭，男主的“丑”并不是问题，毕竟他设定就是一个不被待见重视的自卑男孩，但是他看上去真的好老…老到能做女主爸爸了…
没看过音乐剧（但原声碟倒是听烂了），所以对这次电影改编还是蛮期待的，因为没有对比，觉得电影还是不错的（只是Ben的扮相也太老了吧）。
犯人其实看到一半就一目了然了，动机电影里最早就提出来了，仇杀，没有任何反转。
日本的主旋律正能量也是同样让人窒息！虽然讲述的是311大地震后的社会，不过都那么的离地。过于光辉而剥离了人性。使得毫无代入感。
导演，不会拍就不要拍了。。。故事、演员、主题，每一个都不错，结果把它们合在一起就拍出了这么一个不上不下平得要死的片子，简直浪费。。。
但事实不是那样的
TIFF解禁后的负面评价与CinemaScore的分歧不言自喻，看到Ben还特意有点小计较地发了ins说电影是给观众的，莫名想笑- -明年就是心头肉《贱 女孩》音乐剧改影了，看样子也可以准备大吵一架了【。或许评论看的是超龄扮演为电影带来的莫名“不成立”抑或是严肃议题下音乐与故事的偏差；但更多的观众却始终汲取的是这个优秀故事不随形式而改变、从未被磨灭的核心能量：不会被忽视，终会被找到。电影做到了后者，就完成了核心任务。【Anybody Have a Map？没有进行一次改编有点遗憾，毕竟是当时最喜欢的一首；还有实在爱不起某人的片尾，不如重放中段的那个版本，也在最后打破了】
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