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.
就还好吧，差不多的一堆人拍电影就老是一个味儿。
演员过于现代以至于像是在cos民国剧本杀，略浮夸的表演也让人一开始难以入戏，但剧情的设计和细节的编排太精彩有力！
可能因为我全无期待，所以真的是有被惊艳到。话剧感我倒觉得还好，毕竟中国电影的表演风格本来就比欧美的舞台感要重不少，我个人觉得在这里是合理的。重点在于这种取悦观众但又不把大家当傻子的直视的态度，剧本太有诚意了，得是开过无数个会磨才能做的这么规整。每个人物都有线，而且都立住了（当然都是没啥深度的，但人这么多也没办法了）。故事本身的几个反转做的也都挺好。最可贵的是一帮直男主创写出来的剧本居然一点都不恶臭，梦蝶可能是我这几年看的国产片里刻画笔触最温柔的女性角色了。有那么多地方可以物化羞辱扁平化她的，剧本都没有。最后连本以为的贞操至上的结局都给反转了，真的让人太舒服了。韩寒自己以后也别当导演了，就给投钱吧，还是能出东西的。演员们整体都到位了，没啥大问题。美术和服化道糙了点，但反正也都不是重点，无所谓。
明明可以做一个最优秀的场记，却被活生生逼成一个平庸的名导。【bilibili】
曲终人不散
尹正敢不敢再胖一点！演技也有点拉胯。喜欢大海，可爱。余皑磊的角色我很喜欢。另外，电影院观影体验不错，是唯一大家都在笑而我不会觉得被打扰的片子。
定档时没太看好，结果很超预期！万合天宜终于回来了，开头又是报告老板又是剧本杀，结果却又都不是。台词设计很绝，反转也非常精妙。一出好戏。
故事完整。夹带了大量吐槽以及“导演看过很多经典电影”
还是回到2021年的11月的现实世界，这部在现在这一年里，至少是能在大银幕能看到的比较好的电影。
这种悬疑、讽刺、黑色幽默的有效组合在近几年非常少见了，哪怕是相声、小品那些讽刺艺术的最佳载体也早已被磨平了棱角，只剩下了浅薄的煽情与鸡血的歌功颂德。夹缝求生，当真不易。
电影是一种生命的历程，悬疑电影刻画地就是参杂着煽情主义的不平凡历程。过程永远要比结果更有魅力。漫长的过程赋予事物生命和意义；跌宕起伏的过程给予观众非凡的经历和情感历程。
没那么好，但是对现在的中国悬疑片而言，能讲好一个逻辑勉强通顺且有反转的故事，已经是很难得了，得加分了。
剧本不错，放在现在国产悬疑片里真是一股清流了
张本煜和邓家佳最好，张本煜是半路出家的演员，接近一九零身高在荧幕上特别有分量，不需要大吼大叫京腔气势远超其他男性了。不在电视上看邓家佳，原来她如此明艳，对角色的理解和诠释超出娱乐效果很多。真的受不了其他中老戏骨，一种北影高考名师的套路油腻感。
如果一部片子靠个好剧本而不再注重于打磨拍摄、表演和台词本身的话，顶多也算是投机取巧。导演充斥着控制不住的表达欲，甚至还拿周杰伦《爸，我回来了》的歌词下手，闹哄哄的“致敬”了80年代的杰作《闪灵》，诉苦了影视业的“现状”，一篓子的酱油戏，当是在做什么，拍综艺吗？剧本杀这玩意，我以前总觉得是从电影里引申出的灵感，昆汀的《八恶人》我觉得是非常成功的例子；把一部电影搞得像儿戏，这难道不是买椟还珠吗，影视向市场作妥协，完完全全的倒退
十个项目九个凉，商业投资很正常～套用剧本杀形式构建不断反转层次丰富的文本，看得出是万合天宜一堆编剧集思广益堆砌的产物，然而起承转合不太高明，含沙射影犹如隔靴搔痒，有时候作品的表达欲太强给人的观感只会过犹不及。
看到一半想打一星 看到最后想打三星 一直到credit我才恍然大悟 这电影可真meta啊……韩寒们长大了 终于学会了更高级的叛逆😏
令人惊喜的是有对女性思考的部分，还有电影人的思考和良心部分。其他就中规中矩吧。
看完这电影，我只想到了两个人，一个人是毛主席，另一个人是切格瓦拉。
拍摄出了如此多不可能过审的隐喻（甚至显喻），最后把电影里拍出来的电影在国际公映，用如此明显的方式表达了电影工作者如今曲线救国路径和心声，这是一部从小的剧本到大的背景都很了不起的电影，瑕不掩瑜
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