Fraught with over obvious symbolism, Hartley's early feature is nonetheless a joy to watch. Hal here shows us his uncanny ability to cast his characters perfectly came early in his career.
Adrienne Shelley is a near perfect foil to herself, equal parts annoying teen burgeoning in her sexuality (though using sex for several years); obsessed with doom and inspired by idealism gone wrong she is deceptively – and simultaneously – complex and simple. Her Audrey inspires so many levels of symbolism it is almost embarrassingly rich (e.g., her modeling career beginning with photos of her foot – culminating her doing nude (but unseen) work; Manhattan move; Europe trip; her stealing, then sleeping with the mechanics wrench, etc.)
As Josh, Robert Burke gives an absolutely masterful performance. A reformed prisoner/penitent he returns to his home town to face down past demons, accept his lot and begin a new life. Dressed in black, and repeatedly mistaken for a priest, he corrects everyone ("I'm a mechanic"), yet the symbolism is rich: he abstains from alcohol, he practices celibacy (is, in fact a virgin), and seemingly has taken on vows of poverty, and humility as well. The humility seems hardest to swallow seeming, at times, almost false, a pretense. Yet, as we learn more of Josh we see genuineness in his modesty, that his humility is indeed earnest and believable. What seems ironic is the character is fairly forthright in his simplicity, yet so richly drawn it becomes the viewer who wants to make him out as more than what he actually is. A fascinatingly written character, perfectly played.
The scene between Josh and Jane (a wonderful, young Edie Falco . . . "You need a woman not a girl") is hilarious . . . real. But Hartley can't leave it as such and his trick, having the actors repeat the dialogue over-and-over becomes frustratingly "arty" and annoying . . . until again it becomes hilarious. What a terrific sense of bizarre reality this lends the film (like kids in a perpetual "am not"/"are too" argument).
Hartley's weaves all of a small neighborhood's idiosyncrasies into a tapestry of seeming stereotypes but which delves far beneath the surface, the catalyst being that everyone believes they know what the "unbelievable truth" of the title is, yet no two people can agree (including our hero) on what exactly that truth is. A wonderful little movie with some big ideas.
就很想哭，一切坚持和执拗，外人觉得甚至过了分，却在二人间是默契。再大的危机和灾祸都可以共同抵御，也躲不过一些在爱和婚姻里的来自极久远女巫的恶毒诅咒。
Lucy just wanna move on, and she did it.
粉头发比较好看鸭，剧情中规中矩，拍摄手法还可以
剧场五天+闪回 明暗线交织 最后一场戏所有的铺垫汇集将人拉回现实
原来是索金的剧本，怪不得这么多台词，但是这次真的很无聊
索德伯格近几年的各种“小片”都有着非常独特的魅力，各种类型的尝试，各种拍摄风格的尝试，各种观点的涉猎，远远强于众多大佬。这是一部精炼的电影，非常公式化的结构，但对节奏和紧张感的把握都是非同凡响的。
真是为妮可基德曼才硬撑着看完，实在太长了……不过最后结尾还是有点动人的，祈祷好处的“忘词”
社恐患者版“后窗”？这时长是不是标错了，找的资源都是89min
到电影最后我都快相信爱情的时候直接给我当头一棒😅男的，果然、
其实片子拍得中规中矩，开头的剪切，还有这种把庞杂的故事线汇聚在一周的时间里叙述方式，跟索金前作《芝加哥七君子》几乎是一模一样。并且因为这个故事相对来说比较小，索金给自己的挑战可能是尽可能多的加议题、加角度。还是很索金的风格，没有一个角色是纸片人，然而这也是短板，一部片子里想说的事情实在是太多了。但是我还是非常非常喜欢索金的剧本和台词，他总是能找到这种堂吉诃德式的人物，总是能一腔孤勇挑战一个个建制的庞然大物。索金怎么有这么多的勇气啊，怎么能檄文一篇接一篇，还热情不减？
索金一贯的风格，台词密集的吓人，很容易在开头就被劈头盖脸的信息量砸晕，但是逐渐进去后就好了。
新瓶装旧酒？实际上装的是鸡尾酒。片名里的kimi智能助手，对剧情的推进并不大，把kimi除去，实际上是一个有点老套的后窗、blow out或the conversation式的故事。而导演拍的也挺复古，配乐也是如此。和之前那些片子不同的是，故事着眼点是有心灵创伤的女主战胜自己的广场恐惧症，所以短短八十几分钟电影，半小时处剧情才开始，之前一直在表现独居女主的生活和她的人群恐惧，而过程中导演也尽量减少了悬疑因素，包括听录音时直接用画面就把凶案表现出来，从而把重心放在女主身上。尤其是从办公室出逃到被捉这段，各种角度俯冲向女主的镜头搭配古典乐，营造了强烈的紧张和不安感。几个坏蛋也被淡化，甚至有一种笨拙的喜感，以至于只持续一分多钟的轻松反杀，让人觉得合情合理，面包车里被游行队伍救出那段更是神来之笔。
不管剧情有不有趣，从来不出门的社恐女孩的设定就深得我心
台词太满啦!剥去这一层接一层不间断的冲突和对话，剧本其实相当薄，是经不起时间考验的!删去一些为了额外加分而添的音乐片段会加分不少。有点可惜Nicole这么卖力的演出……
导演这次没有拍最擅长的政治讽刺题材，剧本的感觉确实没有芝加哥七君子审判好，台词很费脑子，人名基本上分不清楚，时间线也有点乱，导演想说的东西太多了，以至于我一直抓不住导演想表达的主题。只有最后一场戏，当女主角赤裸裸挑明男主的出轨，一切才明晰起来。但是拍摄和配乐特别舒服，而且我很喜欢这部电影的色调。
时间线有些杂乱，传记片拍出了悬疑片的感觉（贬义）。妮可总是能云淡风轻地把歇斯底里的感情完美表现出来，今年她拿影后我没意见。
呆滞之后换成她不喜欢的笨女人式开头
Everything can be easily anticipated. 这部电影也许想应和科技公司流氓虚伪不在乎个人隐私的通俗论调，但我学到的是关键时刻气钉枪可以用来反杀，强劲穿透，高效连发。
剧情不算复杂，还是挺有现实感、科技感的，索德伯格的手法和感觉还行，只是最后女主拿射钉枪解决几个家伙的过程简单了点，欠点说服力。另外，多好的智能设备也怕断电，那些人居然这点常识也没有吗？
短评中的勤能补拙 绝了 真的是what a week. 最后的十五分钟很精彩 前面有点too much。三个演员的提名也证明了。对于演员来说 提名就是认可。
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