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.
最终幼年遭遇过性侵的女孩喜欢上了一个不会进行性生活的男孩
看了大家的评论，感觉原著会更好看
期待了这么久情节展开的有点混乱，本来想看第一部的女主的，结果女主只是客串一个镜头，是档期不够了吗，旁杂末节太多了，没看过瘾，不如第一部抓眼球
镜头语音很舒服，不过一直有违和感的地方大概是全片把爱情和性绑在一起谈吧
导演拍的拖沓冗长，不明所以，成年演员都在梦游，一颗星只给子役
#2022 Marché du Film Online# 这狗血洒的……日剧感有点强（再剪半小时也妥妥的拍这么长干啥）。故事有点意思，从“无论如何也说不明白”到“原来是真的”，既有恋童癖又有（不要和陌生人说话式的）家暴、还有网暴媒体暴力，而且恋童癖的底太精彩了，打死也想不到！
第一部勉强算忍界大战，第二部就直接打辉夜了，这谁受得了，第三部不得博人传？但愿比博人传燃。
而这一集纯粹是在传递信息，为了第三部做铺垫。
3.5 配乐和摄影都很喜欢 有被松坂桃李演技触动 丝丝家暴后冲出家的那段长镜头到桃李再次带她回去那段 全片最喜欢 看完小说了，撑死三分吧……
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故事其实有点意思。恋童阴影和各种形式暴力躲无可躲之下，两个不幸的人互相取暖。最后秘密暴露，身份也完成。他是吗，他看着好像不是，他就是，他其实也可以不是……李相日还是那么狗血、做作。
仔细想的话 其实并没什么不对 病态的是这个社会 是真正的罪犯（哥哥）被隐匿的社会 是对家庭暴力视而不见的社会 在这个女孩无处可去的世界里 只有性缘缺失的男性才是完美的避风港（不能对霓虹要求太高
先看完小说后看的电影，阿文的妈妈拔掉的那棵瘦弱的树，是不是象征着阿文呢？归根到底，一个成年人不能把未成年的孩子留在自己家长达两个月，即使她想留在那，即使他什么都没做。话说回来，让更纱回到那个有猥亵她的表哥的家会更好吗？还是寻求法律的庇护？扯远了。小时候和被家暴后，收留更纱的都是阿文。阿文循规蹈矩的生活也是被无拘无束的更纱打破的吧。阿文最后只对更纱吐露了心声。这俩人就是相互救赎啊。
——那接着，再流浪向别处就好。”
这个片子的设定好处是：可以尽情地让年轻演员参演，因为不需要演技（表情）。全程面无表情就是了，很符合设定。。。
看了大家的评论，感觉原著会更好看
这种故事应该拍得再拧巴再变态一点才会显出美感。
不過選角好絕，演員的氛圍很還原角色，還有演技都進步好多ps.未來再看到村長裸體不會再有內心波動了（白鳥玉季真的很靈，之前沒覺得她像絲絲，一演童年發現好像！
啊 我好喜欢🥲 三个人演技都很好 横滨流星在这里有点油腻.... 松坂桃李虽然看着有点bt 但是莫名好喜欢 帅 结局是我想看到的样子 喜欢这种情感
脸盲了最后才知道不是1的女主。老生常谈了还是韩国电影里讲中文的部分，永远是这种蹩脚的发音，不行给孩子安排个配音吧，别这么敬业了非得自己说。特效和武指上了档次了，动作还蛮好看。不如1新鲜唉，几个邪恶的妹纸长的还行，甚至有点引人期待，打了擦边球？嗯？是吧？
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