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.
又是开放式结局，我更偏向活下来的是本体，这样才更有趣，但无论活还是不活，Sarah的人生已经注定是个悲剧
20220711 最后没看到决斗 不太过瘾
一堆人在那瞎分析，对电影过度解读。很明显克隆活了下来。本体的转变过于生硬，导演故意制造悬念，实则不和逻辑
最后，看似开放结局，其实仔细看的，可以看出替身伪装成本体，bug就是，既然科技如此发达了，为什么不能通过科学手段查出是不是本体！而要用法庭指认
很喜欢的题材，但是看下来有种温吞吞的感觉，不够出彩
结果因为亲人的阴谋，本体必须装作替代品才能存活。所以最后哭了
期待很高，往往快进看完，没有什么亮点。被评分拉过来的
看评论区都在争论活下来的是本体还是复制体，这也是我的疑惑，我觉得是本体吧，但她那开车技术很不熟练的样子，而且最后环岛的路还走错，如果是复制体她对Peter和妈妈的态度又充满怨恨….我内心希望是本体活下来，毕竟训练了一年，而且她做测试题就错在了一道中毒身亡上，难道都有前车之鉴了还能蠢成这样（但是女主性格是那种很容易move on的人也说不定真的这么蠢）一开始很难接受影片中的人物好像都是情感抽离的，后来发现可能是故意的，影片风格如此，所谓黑色幽默？虽然我完全get不到幽默的点，一直有一种隐隐的操蛋荒诞感，让人压抑得难受，但看完能让人思考一下留下印象而不是很快遗忘至少还是成功的影片
开放式的结局给人更多的讨论与联想，刨去剧情硬伤不讲，无论活下来的是本身还是替身，这个结局都没有赢家，主角最终都是要面对那混乱且不如意的人生。
有两处跳跃太快:一是克隆体怎么出来的，就切了个画面回来，一个大活人就出来了，如果这么快代谢速度成长，死亡也会很快吧；二是在森林里本体口出血后就直接跳到比赛场了，也不知道车子怎么残的，腿怎么崴的。看了很多人的分析，我觉得就从吃的喜好就能判断出来了，本体喜欢墨西哥菜，克隆喜欢法国菜。因此，脑补的结局就是，本体喝了克隆的水后中毒，锻炼了一年的战斗技巧施展不开，被克隆体干掉后穿着本体的衣服来到赛场，事后男友问去吃墨西哥菜吗，克隆肯定回答不吃，克隆由于开车不熟练（克隆和本体在车上曾一起聊过开车，本体算是客观上教了克隆开车），起步时顿挫几下慢慢就好了，但听完妈妈的录音，知道妈妈原来知道自己是克隆的但还要帮助自己（男友估计不知道），替本体不值，最后车子停的地方一看就是逆行，也推断出克隆不懂交通规则。
Humorous and melancholy 處處透露著the lobster的感覺、但是顯得更加輕盈和隨性
笑點還挺多的 小粉出場的時候簡直震驚 已經是帥大叔了！！星云還挺喜歡演這種的 她的《鬼遮眼》我一度很喜歡 另外就是小粉給本體看的那部電影我踏馬好想看啊！！！！
导演既是编剧，导演是想说原生家庭和爱人冷漠的关系？好吧，被杀死的不是复制体而是身边最亲密的人
过程平淡 结局惊艳 耐人寻味！导演埋了很多小细节，让观众自己解谜！个人最喜欢的绝对是，结尾处的碎屏手机和在环岛逆向行驶的汽车
本来以为是复制人活了，看评论发现竟然是女主活了
本来想着来豆瓣看各位大神解说，没想到看过这部片子的没几个……那我先留下问题等大神们来回我吧……
用卑劣的手段赢得“人生”又能怎么样，还不是被所有不熟悉的工作、衰老、还款、病痛、情感折腾的满目疮痍。哪有生来就是啪啪啪吃吃吃被母爱环保的Ann日常，感受成年人的无奈吧～
二重身的概念很容易衍生出诸多故事，关于克隆最近还看了《天鹅之歌》。这个故事更多的想探讨“存在的意义”，但是结尾稍稍有点弱，篡位，填补，然后变成唯一，或许是人类一直的内在需求。故事这种荒诞的一本正经，一本正经的荒诞把控得很好。从整体来看，形式好于内容。
中毒死亡的照片 解剖车祸的女尸 母亲提醒隐形眼镜 三处都暗示过最后活下来的是本体
设定相似的《天鹅挽歌》不一样，本片实际上完全没在什么科技，克隆人，自我认知与个体定义，整个故事唯一围绕着的，就只有“对决”这件事而已。
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