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.
三星半，虽然比较韩式套路，但是架不住温馨动人，姐姐的反转是好评，只是就戏份和角色深度来说，姐姐才是绝对的女一啊，姐控表示喜欢。
用现在的话来说韦恩是个掌握了流量密码的男人，他的流量密码是猫
打光和景色很美很童话，但是男主那张脸老是出戏到梵高。
励志？爱情？玄幻？亲情？哪哪都有，哪哪都差一点。
3.5，真的是特别激情的一生，其中有几个画面像油画一样，特别美。男主一生最幸福的日子就是刚结婚的那六个月吧。也许天才总会有些疯癫。那个时期的服饰，房屋以及各种细节处都很漂亮
喵的确只是配角,
人物塑造的不够立体，靠演员和舞美留住观众不退场
坦白说这是一部很讨巧的电影:从取材——这几年的热门，疯狂孤僻艺术家的一生；到选角——本尼，克莱尔等等知名演员；再到拍摄手法——适度的蒙太奇+旁白叙事+时间轴讲述，等等。但我仍会为这样的人生，这样的故事所触动。
像是“从前有一个人，画了一匹蓝色的马（《夏加尔与马列维奇》）”“从前有一个人，写了一本有关性爱的书（《波兰爱经》）”或者“从前有一个人，画的漫画是以同性性关系为主题（《芬兰的汤姆》）”一样，“从前有一个人，让猫成为了在人类家庭中拥有一定地位的宠物”，而故事也许没有《莫娣》《弗里达》或《波西米亚狂想曲》更具戏剧性，但至少有一种《北斋》式的醇厚，艺术世家出身的韦恩承继艺术家父母的灵气是自身个性的张力，不顾姐姐的反对冲破阶层的藩篱跟女家庭教师结婚则是外部的阻力，小妹妹被送进精神病院似乎是那个时代的艺术世家惯常的悲剧，所以，电影似乎是本尼迪克特拍的另一部《模仿游戏》，寡淡，也许提供更多的是某种史料价值，“从前有一个人，第一次将猫视为插画的主角”。关于第一代猫奴诞生的始末，刻画的是一种“孤独”的共鸣。
3.5 人间美好留不住。但这类处处都要点到的传记片还是有些流水线了，画面上有迷人的地方。
虽然不成熟的地方不少，但我依然认为导演是个超级妙的人。他的《那些花儿》是我最喜欢的剧之一。世界上的人分为猫系人和犬系人，猫系人看这片多少会有点心有戚戚焉吧。
可能是现在这种励志故事改编的电影太多了吧 如果不是拍的极其好 一般都不会被感动到 比如这部 就非常的平淡 唯一处理的特别好的转折可能就是男主姐姐那条线 但其他部分都太过平庸了 表演方面 允儿是真的又精致又美脸又小 但是! 让她演个高中生是合理的吗?? 我觉得她在这部电影里的形象演个刚入大学的新生可以毫无违和感(她都30+了 这程度已经超惊艳了) 可是年龄和气质在那摆着 就完全不是高中生的样子啊(看看隔壁Netflix的学校丧尸剧 那才是真正的高中生) 男主就更别提了 我感觉他连大学生都很难pull off…全剧最佳的表演肯定还是이성민 很真实又自然的塑造了父亲的形象 和我见过的听过的 大部分亚洲父亲都非常相似 固执隐忍 明明爱孩子却在表达爱上极为吝啬 我理解这种父亲 但同时又无法赞同这种做法
原来那是林允儿，让我想到了《继承者们》里面的李宝娜
我试图通过暂停电影的方式让他的人生停留在最快乐的时光，然而没有任何用处。
纯粹是因为猫加分，编剧和导演都一般，有几个镜头不错
推动猫作为宠物的重要的人物，一个才华横溢的人，一段短暂的浪漫美好时光，让他用一生来追忆。油画搬的画面定格原来是向他的画作致敬，片尾有展示他画的猫，生动拟人，这是一个多么有趣的人啊。
一部指向性很强的传记片，猫奴心头好。几年前收了路易斯全套画集《如果人生都是猫》，当时还想什么时候能在银幕或荧屏上一睹这位神人的风采。卷福继续发挥了影帝全能，把这位改变了猫在人类眼里邪典形象、让猫真正走进人类生活里成为治愈首选的艺术家，鲜活地还原。爱人短暂的生命，让他决意以爱猫画猫的终生执念来延续。视听语言高度统一，以精致的犹如一幅幅油画般的色彩和构图，辅助呈现这位在外人看来略显神经质的传奇画家一生。
全世界最了解韦恩的应该就是他妻子了(电影告诉我的) 那个年代娶一个比自己大十岁且跨越社会阶层的女人 也算“可歌可泣了” 我觉得再拓展拓展能拍个两小时爱情电影 挺好看
一部讲述姐弟情，父子情和爱情的感人励志之作，没有煽情，没有狗血剧情，国产爱情电影多学学
美得像仙境一般，科尔曼配的旁白，本尼商业艺术两手抓，今年四部电影一部剧.70/100
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