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.
因为真的热爱这个运动，这个联盟，所以看到熟悉的球员们，教练们真的很亲切。
每次看体育系列都意犹未尽！故事虽然俗套，但依然很励志！热爱比天分更重要！
1.各路NBA球员的客串，眼花缭乱。当彩蛋来看，观影体验也不会差。
Practice makes perfect.
比较中规中矩的体育片。电影里也说了人们喜欢看底层翻身的故事，而这个电影也就是这样一个故事. 里边篮球训练的部分看着还是挺专业的 而且也说明不是只有天赋就够打NBA的 比较合理
好看的体育娱乐电影，好久没现场看过篮球比赛了。
故事套路了，但是这片绝对算制作非常精良的，拍出了nba的阶层感，中间努力那么久只能获得一个试训机会，结尾一众年轻球星的出场就特别感人。勒布朗这电影投资做得真不错，他自己还有个传记片正在筹备中。感觉勒布朗发展的好的话，兴许能造一个体育版本的迪士尼电影帝国。算是美好的期待吧，希望老詹利用自己的影响力把体育片类型提升到更高的水准。
老詹制片，一群NBA群员在线打球，一群NBA老熟人客串，牌面很大啊！再晚拍一年76人就该有哈登出现了哈哈哈哈
合格的爆米花标准热血体育电影，标准之上。 在小区解封的这天晚上看的
整片节奏很平淡，不像拳击题材戏剧冲突很多，但，这才正常！
将永不言弃的大树刺青纹在身上，那些污言秽语的挑骂再也不起效果，手痒了仍然会打起赌博式篮球。一次次盖帽也将社交软件点燃，一记记回应球也将自己打进NBA。球探能慧眼识珠也想在教练位置上发光发热，九年没能和女儿过生日换来一个个灯火通明的球场。
亦父亦友的球探与球员，相互帮助走向教练与球星之路。剧情普通，但看得很舒服。天赋没有努力便仅仅是天赋，而不是成功
打败自己，超越自己，四点起床去训练，for Kobe
能请来那么多NBA业内人士也是挺不容易的。
拍得非常温柔，没有落入类型片鸡血励志的窠臼，用非常温柔细腻的影像来处理，让这个电影本身非常令人印象深刻。
从诺维茨基出镜开始变得有趣 训练的十五分钟混剪非常燃 还致敬了洛奇 看的时候想起很多过去的片段 科比的四点钟 床头的艾弗森海报 高中历史老师的大T恤上写着巴克利 还有我认识的第一个NBA球员诺维茨基 这些才是最最美好的
呐，站在电影的角度，拍得其实挺一般的，最大问题是节奏把握不对，场面调度也有些莫名，但真的就是胜在本子实在太好了！
我以为我对篮球无感，我以为我励志电影已经看得够多了，但是我看完这部电影后依然激动
老詹搭台，全联盟唱戏，就像是看了一场互动真人秀，我这种已经多年不看NBA的老球迷看到一个个彩蛋都兴奋不已。但是存在很多现实性问题以及人物逻辑不通，比如球探的挑人标准，Bo从业余到专业的过快适应。76人这个家族设定，老爸去世儿子乱搞，女儿先韬光养晦随后出来重整河山，巴斯家族表示你还可以写得再明显一点…
华子怎么演这么low的角色...拿人家小孩开刀的垃圾话作为故事转折也太离谱了...这种畜牲谁碰到都会情绪激动的好叭，已经超越了喷实力垃圾话的范畴了，nba球衣可是能监听的，这个设计有点蠢了，被辱骂直接告诉大众谁会不支持波？
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