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.
导演是怎么把刘浩存拍的这么俗气让人认不出来的呢。这么多年了，我们都长大了，韩寒还是在上初中，就像柯南一直在上小学一样。
“你跟NM飞越去吧！”
连着几天难看热搜，逆反了去看看究竟多难看。如果不在春节档，如果预告不诈骗，就是合格的电影啊，刘昊然还是帅，韩寒也依然是韩寒。
但是就是好！
没我想得那么差，但是还是差，这部本来是我春节档中最期待的，结果确实口碑最惨的。其实真的要怪韩寒和宣发，不懂为什么一定要来抢占春节电影市场…这种伪文艺片真的矫情又做作，导演本身的锅真的太大，如果光是看剧本我可能会给三颗星，但是拍成电影真的处处是灾难。
她总能无时无刻治愈着我
话说女主挂的太晚了 大过年的放这个片子也真不合适 这剧情要是反过来拍是不是好点？
去过汕头很多次，南澳岛风景确实不错，希望你以后住的每一个酒店都是含早的。
涣散的故事线，糟糕的节奏，不接地气的台词。从头到尾就一个词可以概括，拧巴。拧巴的人设，拧巴的故事，拧巴的表达，拧巴的一切，看完我整个人都尴尬的拧成一团麻花了。
韩寒的风格确实有些过时，刷不开房卡门外蹲一晚又好笑又尬，主角用的不也是智能手机嘛不知道百度？网上差评太多，所以有预感到挂人情节，欢歌下线很突然，但还能接受，为了推动剧情离开小岛嘛，虽然还不是不理解他为什么用兄弟和妹妹的名义借高利贷？结局几分钟直接让人懵逼了，当我正在画面和音乐的交相衬托中热血澎湃时陡然浇了一盆凉水。阿耀害怕火，欢颂害怕水，一个事故被烧，一个哥哥死在大海自己也车祸疑似死在珠江………
1还是万年不变的庸俗幽默感，2韩寒总在歌颂底层廉价友情的同时又嘲弄它的空洞，如同他在笔下幻想爱情的同时却从不相信女性，3刘浩存真的太适合（一定会沉沦的）小县城绿茶角色。
一个类似雄师少年的故事，韩寒骨子里还是个尖酸的反对派，想用悲剧的方式说一个喜剧，只是把悲剧的一面无限放大了。
春节第一部电影，感觉开错了盲盒啊，是不是选了个春节档最烂的，整部剧有点乱，到底想表达什么呢，刘浩存简直是人畜无害。。
韩寒130分钟的顾影自怜。剪辑什么玩意儿。
韩寒怎么变成郭敬明了。。刘浩存全程苦瓜脸好想打她
20220517晚于绿洲花园。能感觉到有很多隐喻的东西，一些看似逻辑不顺也可能是导演故意为之。但是这样的话风格可能就不伦不类，所以看完后还是有些不知道讲什么的感觉。当然演员表演也不太行。
感觉韩寒的每一部电影都在讲同一个内核，理想的幻灭，人生的徒劳。我喜欢这种悲剧底色，我也知道它有很多不足，但比起圆滑的成熟，我更喜欢蹩脚的真挚。
好浅好浮啊，韩寒能不能抛弃那些没有必要的段子，从初二用到现在，功力都不见长，这几个演员也是，不知道的还以为是什么爱好者给这个电影在配音着玩。电影本身小镇青年的故事还不错，行动线总结出来很吸引人，也是一个好的文本雏形，但拍出来尤其失真，拍到第四部电影对影像的使用仍然如此，有些诧异。还有就是能不能不要在南方全员北方话，这一点更为失真。
前段時間刚看了他的国 是只有年少时才看得进去的东西哈 摘lavenir：“让我想到了高中生写的没有大纲的小说，一方面能看出来想表达一些东西，但又不知道控制故事的节奏和详略；在一些莫名其妙的台词上下功夫，却立不起来人物。”，是我的高中。嗯忙碌起來了
真的不好看，但是韩寒已经成为一种习惯，代表着我活过的时代。
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