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.
仿佛看了一个爱情肥皂剧，小两口矛盾升级，吵架，离家出走，和解，回归爱巢。全程都是很无聊的拌嘴，原本那种插科打诨的趣味一点都没了，毒液像一个小怨妇。整个故事节奏就是温水煮青蛙，而我就是那个青蛙。一个超英电影，竟然没一个让人燃起来的瞬间，摄影配乐也都乏善可陈，对这个IP已经完全厌倦了。
万万没想到，今年尚气在美国大放异彩的原因竟是因为有一个将将及格的剧本，因为不论是黑寡妇还是毒液2，都把“没有剧本”、“全靠段子”几个大字写在脸上，全片最令我惊奇的部分是二册的客串，要不是毒液本身讨喜加上彩蛋确实劲爆，这片的观感估计和变形金刚后几部和新神奇四侠差不多
全片去除片尾不到九十分钟，剧情相当简洁粗暴，又吵又闹。
汤老师的喜剧独角戏。编剧写得出五十度灰，毒液被写成这样不足为奇。屠杀与毒液的对比，在悲催人生使之堕落为怪物与身为怪物却想做英雄的设计中展开。警探一视同仁指责其为怪物，矛盾看似要走黑暗骑士的模版。但剧本把主要篇幅分给了毒埃的打情骂俏与分分合合，以及又叫唤了一部还是吃不上一口的毒液的小脾气（这次巧克力都没吃上），让本片比第一部更像情景喜剧。即使把二人从互不服气到互相理解视为编剧的计划，但这种自我审视与和解被完全表现为见面要打离开就想有了危险互相保护就自动和好的情感纠葛。编剧甚至没有完全安排好卡塞蒂疯于先天缺陷还是后天迫害，全靠哈里森完美演绎出对爱的求而不得与冷血癫狂，尖啸单纯疯得像个工具人。决战只是换个了颜色并无进步，Dan的介入甚如同机械降神。索尼、导演、编剧，在贪多嚼不烂中撞死南墙也不回头
真难想象女反派居然是走路乱颤动辄对着007媚笑的Pennymoney（瞅这名字起的）。一部非常标准合格的Popcorn-super antihero-action-buddy-comedy，这五点居然都做到了，不容易。唯一不满意的是配乐，再有个性一点就好了，可惜了Eminem打下的底，应该跟《黑豹》多学习一下。Andy Serkis没有胡来，保持这个系列稳定发挥（影评人分一如既往的低，影迷分一如既往的不高不低），已很满意。现在观众可能不喜欢废话太多，打架靠力气大的电影了😆电影前播放了蜘蛛侠的预告片，结束后播放了蜘蛛侠的彩蛋，怎能让人不爱啊！（粉丝就是这么容易满足。）这一部里Dan表现得确实不错，我也喜欢🤣
外星人为GLBT发声，可以说是非常讲究政治正确的电影了。
2.0 蠢，不知所云，敷衍，水。最好看的部分是彩蛋。
屠杀挂了么？警察最后是什么鬼？最后彩蛋是啥意思？
有一种早期超英烂片的复古气息，以及没有剧本随便找了个天生杀人狂就东拼西凑拍出来的感觉。
上一部本来故事就很蠢，但是靠着合体的奇妙化学反应撑起了全片。这一部两人的合体没有任何新意，甚至比上一部差太多，然后再套上一个观众起码已经看过十遍的故事，真是难看死了。
Cletus的cosplay外套也太tm生化猎食者了
看之前：这是什么鬼？ 看之后：这tm什么鬼！
感觉整个片子节奏都怪怪的，好像每一个片段都没头没尾硬凑在一起一样。正片也没什么内容，来来回回就是几对小两口不停地吵架、吵架和吵架。屠杀从出现到死亡都交待的草草了事，为了给老爹修复恋爱关系成纯纯工具人了。艾迪和共生体相爱倒没什么奇怪的，我就想多给一颗星给到最后彩蛋，大联欢也太期待了吧！
爆米花合格，精华笑点都在预告片里，打发时间看看还可以，个人真的，不喜欢彩蛋
爆米花娱乐片最大的原罪是无聊，是怎么做到从动作、故事情节甚至腐向CP等各方面都找不出一丝乐趣的？我个人已经把对超英片的要求标准降得很低了，毒液2依旧能做到让我看两分钟就想玩手机。毒液和埃迪的互动缺乏火花，台词不够幽默，反派不够酷炫，都不如嚎叫妹子出彩，结尾教堂大战，Anne从钟楼上掉下去的那一幕为什么超凡2那场噩梦的即视感那么强？是有毛病吗cos那场戏要干嘛？？看完只想说行行好放过前任吧。对彩蛋没兴趣，单人电影就好好拍单人不行吗？
小两口过了蜜月期，发现对方各种生活习惯没法忍，吵架闹分手，在前任的帮助下决定要合体阻止反派花式秀恩爱，趁反派原配和新欢闹矛盾的时候一举翻盘，最后幸福的生活在一起。下一部是小蜘蛛第三者插足吗？
看笑了，到底是如何写出这种情节像是学龄前、内核闻起来却像三十年老腐尸味道的剧本。毒液和男主反复争论吃的相处模式实在味同嚼蜡令人煎熬；反派疯批情侣的模式早已过时，只在承袭旧时代影视作品对精神病患者的刻板印象和邪恶暗示；投其所好地大力卖腐，却把同志作为娱乐符号来消费，甚至卖腐的同时还不自觉地嘲笑了一下平权人士。就是这样把观众当白痴的电影，竟也没有影评人让它退休。
差强人意，Woody Harrelson和Naomi Harris饰演的反派夫妇每一秒都在强行用凶恶的面部表情向观众强调“我是反派”，Eddie与Venom之间的分与合也缺乏合理解释。片尾的高潮戏份草草结束，也从未认真解释为什么会出现红色的Carnage，仿佛只消一句“红色的”就能合理化一切。全片感觉反而是在Ms.Chen的超市里Anne与Venom对峙的一段最让人惊喜，其余真的就是浓缩在预告片里了。片尾彩蛋同样有些喧宾夺主，感觉第一部赢得的好感就快要败光了。
别说cinema，这捏吗连movie都算不了了。（要不是不花钱我才😅）
作为一个爆米花电影挺好的呀，打个4星拉拉分
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