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.
片子本身质量一般，但是因为里面母亲的所作所为与现实我妈一样让我深有感触，多加一星！是啊，在生活中我们永远也摆脱不了父母的管教，怎么也逃不掉，在他们眼中你永远是个孩子，嫌他们烦，但不曾想过当一切似乎突然加速，爸妈有一天真的不在了的时候却发现自己追悔莫及万分悔恨，真想花许多许多的时间陪伴在他们身边，不过已经为时已晚，看的过程中真的很让人感动与感触，周围的很多人都看哭的稀里哗啦，我也差不多已经流出来的眼角泪给憋了回去却还是忍不住，看来真的跟爸妈好好说话好好相处才是最好的留住这份爱
全片最喜欢的就是最后母女问答环节。
这也能he?
前半段被“妈妈”的控制欲看得窒息，后半段哭成狗。其实把所有细枝末节的故事拎出来再糅合延展一下，就是国产电视剧的惯常题材，并无新意，更谈不上深度了。anyway，打气精神好好活着吧！
不明所以。自恋，强势，为达目的不择手段的女主以诡异的方式介入一对情侣却被双方坦诚相待最终收获了成长？前半部分一直反复怀疑女主真正喜欢的是女二还是男主，后来觉得她喜欢的其实是自己吧，努力敞开哪怕一瞬间的心扉都需要付出巨大的努力。算是另类青春故事吧。
这也太水的剧情了，徐帆演老师时不像老师，当然她的演技是好的，但是只有演滚刀肉时才能特别好。
是不是只有去世了或者得绝症的妈妈才是好妈妈？才能让人想起亲情？这种无下限消费眼泪的故事真的看够了
今年上映了很多原生家庭关系题材的电影，不管姐妹，母女，父子等等。这部把几个矛盾融合在一个家庭，一起年夜饭的时候就会显假。它让病痛遮盖了一切。
小朋友们记住了，要自由生长出绿叶树冠，即使父母没有给你璀璨的童年，但几岁经历的故事，"过来人"不必教化别人。即便是真诚的。
3.5 一部会有切肤之痛的影片。也是一样的和我妈关系紧张，所以当那句“从小到大我妈都管着我，要是有一天她不在了，我好怕啊”一出来，我就真的抵挡不住。我也确实就真的很怕啊
#北影节主竞赛单元# 🚬除去确实煽情的那些部分，整个电影加入的内容多而凌乱，既想剖析中国家庭，又想讲抗癌，季佩珍这个角色也实在是过分中国优秀传统妇女，心梗要素实在过多，完完全全无解。
几个概念：残缺的人自以为通过对他人的救赎可以实现自身的圆满；得不到就要毁掉；怯懦但充满力量的信件和小心翼翼的试探。5⭐是因为描绘了我所不敢奢望的不顾一切的唯美。
这部剧是翻拍韩国的《世上最美丽的离别》，特意找了《世上最美丽的离别》补习了一遍，感觉国人的这部影片就善良得多了，没有去拍病有多痛，甚至没有原版里的女主要杀死婆婆的那一刹那。
如果是在现实中和女主交往做朋友应该会很头疼，但作为银幕的观众而言，我真的挺喜欢她的。
徐帆的说话怎么这么奇怪，很出戏啊，女儿扮演者的哭戏不怎么样，瞪眼怒吼，父亲饰演者相对成功，事故后郁郁不得志，妻子患病后坚守，最后知道没救后共舞。奉献一生的母亲最后对女儿说的话，你要过自己想过的生活
就我隔壁姑娘大概哭了一包纸巾吧（我两张）大家都在说徐帆妈妈，我觉得张歆艺演的刘玫好戳我，传承火锅底料的精神让我立刻马上就想去吃一顿火锅
有认真看 哈哈哈 女主确实好可怕 怎么可以这样 进展也让人觉得惊奇 哈哈
改編自綿矢莉莎的小說作品的電影《手寫信》由山田杏奈飾演校內很受歡迎的高中3年級學生木村愛，愛從高一開始就一直被在教室裏默默度過的樸素男子即若（作間龍斗）所吸引。但是，偶然看到他小心翼翼地讀著別人的信的樣子，於是偷那封信。寄信人是患有糖尿病的陰沉少女新藤美雪（芋生悠），愛是第一次知道兩個人正在秘密交往。不久，愛隱藏了自己的心情接近了美雪，於是愛、美雪和即若開始三角關係，事態朝著意想不到的方向發展
总觉得和韩国某个电影还是剧情节好像，不记得叫啥了，不过没人家拍的感人
#北影节主竞赛单元# 🚬除去确实煽情的那些部分，整个电影加入的内容多而凌乱，既想剖析中国家庭，又想讲抗癌，季佩珍这个角色也实在是过分中国优秀传统妇女，心梗要素实在过多，完完全全无解。
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