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.
剧本本身很硬，所以故事线看着很吸引人。几大主演的表演发挥正常，所以整体片中很具观赏性。
片名这么梁羽生，故事这么不奇幻，古怪指数这么低的陀螺，让人不太习惯啊，是奥斯卡让您平庸了吗？。。
我太喜欢关于魔术与马戏团这类题材的电影，今天原本打算早点睡的，可还是一口气就看到了一点半，罪过。果然人类的贪欲就像电影描述的那样，是一潭黑色的无底深渊，在不知不觉间，命运就早已写下了通往坠落的答案。
看的时候觉得是个很老派的故事，有种特别的冷酷和直接，原来是翻拍的片子……现在的黑色故事反倒充斥着矫情和虚伪。电影水平非常一般，库柏演得还不错。但是男演员健身过度本体先于角色的存在真的不是啥好风气😑
受不了Bradley Cooper这个油嘴滑舌本油，前段clut马戏团的情节加一星
陀螺的影像质感还是好得没话说，尽管拍的是一个略微有些「过时」的、长达150分钟的故事，依然有着令人目不转睛的魔法张力。也充分地感受到了好莱坞老电影的剧本有多么过硬，情节发展犹如以规律的步伐跨越丘壑，起伏不断却也不着痕迹。全明星阵容压底的大前提下，库珀的演出还是给我带来了惊喜，阴沉中搅杂着癫狂，再配上一张得天独厚帅脸，的确很令人着迷。
质感一流。“怪人”的伏笔所有人都能猜到，但宿命式结局依然有震撼力。
绝好的复古风格，摄影、服装俱佳。凯特布兰切特油美出了新高度。男主在追名逐利之中迷失自我，金钱、美色、贪欲，到头来都是一场空，黄粱梦后，最终只能认清自己，只是归属于那个破败的马戏团，不过到这里都能猜到结尾了，可是他为啥非得明知陷进的情况下再去做“怪人”呢？
《昨天》里面贾宏声承认自己没有外国血统，我觉得悲怆；这部片中他承认自己born for it，我只觉得滑稽。
讨厌的点可太多了，剧作本末倒置，Bradly Cooper也垃圾，陀螺回家继续养小怪物吧。
Mister, I was born for it.
[명씨네] 这不挺好吗。即便引线埋得并不深，也隐隐猜到最后会出现那句台词(temporary job)，结局还是非常有冲击力。完全招架不住心理层面的惊悚，或许因为逐渐感受到堕落是一种本能，看到人的贪欲呈指数式膨胀，他可以那么轻易地臣服、溃退、作恶、失去人形，就憋闷得慌。陀螺的片讨厌和喜欢的好像各占一半，但不得不说整体性都很强，适合“大片”的无短板技术型。而且他的“暗黑”元素也并不是奇观式的堆砌，很多时候观看的不适是因为发现了欲望的灰色地带，不像有的导演只为展现自己的私人癖好（...）可惜的是篇幅已经做到这么长了，但对三位女演员的刻画都不够立体。
收尾相当棒，陀螺拍这种暗黑风格真的拿捏超好。
华丽的空壳 属于眼睛得到了全方位享受 看完没留下任何余味的那类
第一个小时的剧情和后面太不相关以至于我总觉得像看了两部电影
这么豪华的阵容，成片就这……不知道陀螺是怎么了，能不能回到你拍《水形物语》时的水准啊！电影前半段铺垫的真是太长了，看了一半我甚至还睡了一觉，好在后半段渐入佳境，观感有了质的提升，结尾很不错！
前后呼应还是可以的 男主最终成为了他口中没有soul的geek 但是凯特那个Doctor角色的行为动机真的有点不清晰 还有说的很厉害的那个2号客人那段剧情很虎头蛇尾 把自己的女友叫来装鬼魂 一秒破功是什么鬼？而且这样的大老板竟然被男主这个骗子在自己的地盘赤手空拳打死？头号手下被他用车撞死？总觉得过于敷衍
小女被忽悠的做事，升职加薪还感谢老板（不过随着剧情的推演 ，扮猪吃虎谁又知道谁才是聪明的呢？最后各方都得到想要的）
又臭又长 男主这个演技可以说几乎是没有 在魔王和威廉达福映衬下约等为零 可怜麻辣也只是来做个花瓶 毫无人物弧光 陀螺对丑东西到底是有什么迷恋
什么什么都好但是索然无所的那种莫名其妙的感觉....
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