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.
可能这是唯一一部能让我流泪的007吧。明知是套路，还是妥妥地、心甘情愿地被套路。
即便带着粉丝滤镜去看，也难掩失望。本以为在一片骂声和质疑中，用15年光阴塑造出一个有血有肉的特工形象的Daniel，会有一个更令人深刻的谢幕。可惜，在他最后的时刻里，我发现我连眼泪都哭不出，这让我更难过。
一代经典落幕，剧情四平八稳，最后因为强行要下线有点儿烂尾，整体三星半，但绝对值得去电影院一看，最后那个眼神真的很不舍啊QAQ
从“国家-家乡-家庭”的主题变化与“7-5-4”的短片数量变化，“我和我的”IP到《父辈》这里，调整方向其实已经比较明确了，就是以更具体的主题来贴近感召对象。虽然票房滑坡，但其实不能完全怪创作者。
007和超英有什么区别？是不是这样的男性电影完全不需要剧情逻辑？导演在拍动作戏的时候蠢的有点萌，安娜德阿玛斯的角色猫着腰躲在柱子后面等3个举着枪的傻子过来直接赤手空拳冲上去干起来，这……
我的孩子
整体偏美式价值观了，简直像钢铁侠浪子回头，或者真人版超人总动员。
2021.10.31万圣夜，大融城寰映激光IMAX 2D，男性魅力的消亡，克雷格的终结，新冷战的开始。
个人喜好排名 章子怡>徐峥>吴京>沈腾，章子怡这一篇后劲大到我连续好几天听王菲的片尾曲《如愿》还在默默流泪。
看开头时，哇，这才是动作戏嘛！沙丘快学学！看了一个半小时，我的天，怎么这么多文戏，废话好多，好无聊，求求快结束！ 电影动作戏很精彩，但是文戏都很失败，摄影很美。蕾雅塞杜很多地方演得感觉状态不太对，安娜好美！ 至于剧情，商业片嘛，要啥子剧情，笑死。
整体三星刚及格，吴京的第一part四星吧。乘风还在抗大上过啊，中间还听到了聂司令，不知道是不是聂帅。章子怡那一个也还不错，徐峥那个好在轻松。反正有不少突如其来的说教、无聊和尴尬，总体还行吧。
火箭是
感觉每部分都有很难以言说的槽点，而且每个导演的个人风格太不一样拼接在一起非常突兀，转场之后情绪也很难进去…
一共有四个故事，每个故事都这么赞，没有一个是拉跨的
听了王菲的《如愿》来看的，第二部因为音乐而看的电影。 可惜王菲的音乐才是最亮的点。 | 章子怡《诗》> 吴京《乘风》> 徐峥《鸭先知》> 沈腾《少年行》。章子怡情绪还可以再放开些，比如被问爸爸去哪里时候是否可以有瞬间的红眼圈？目前稍微太冷静了点；吴京的那段来自真实故事，用血肉对抗机械太惨烈了；徐峥的稍微有点尬，特别车上父子广告那段。很多场景也只好骗骗外地人，我这上海人看着就不像。沈腾那段我就不说啥了，感觉并不切和主题 | 感谢父辈们的燃烧，握你们的手跨入明天，见你们所未见！
说的是父辈，赞美的是祖国。质量整体不高，鸭先知算是亮点。
2021看父辈不可错过，以时间为序、空间为轴、世代为章，四个独立故事，鲜活细腻。吴京的硬汉、战争；章子怡的细腻、文艺；徐峥的考究、谐趣；沈腾的喜剧、科幻。
还可以吧，首先王菲yyds，章子怡的结尾不错，诗很动人，沈腾和徐峥正常发挥，演的也都很搞笑，可看性很强，唯一不喜欢的就是吴京部分，我实在是想不清楚为啥骑着马背着枪却要冲到敌人面前用刀砍，就算骑着马打不中，是不是也应该开点火，压制一下敌人的炮火，这么愣着直接冲不是送人头吗，有没有军事迷能给我解惑。
211028 - 是非常合格的商业片，打斗和追车戏很爽还挺合逻辑，虽然有两个半小时但基本不会觉得漫长。最后高潮那一幕，爆炸前屹立着的Bond，啊好浪漫……凄美而伟大的死亡会无限地激发人的创作欲…………另外就是我超喜欢007近几年的片头，色彩搭配和蒙太奇的手法让我目眩神迷，这一部用枪支和弹道组成DNA链我整个沉醉……
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