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.
总的来说女主角并没有任何残疾，有残疾的是她的父母和哥哥，原生家庭的悲剧拖累了女主角自己，本电影最大的矛盾其实也就是如何处理自己上大学，学习人生规划和原生家庭利益之间的冲突，我希望看到更深刻的比如三个广告牌电影类似的社会问题对其他家庭的反思，但是电影并没有三个广告牌那样，点到为止，让人遗憾。
本片翻拍於法國電影《貝利葉一家》，和昔日馬丁斯科塞斯的《無間道風雲》相似，勝在並非生搬硬套式的移植，而是進行了徹底的本土化改造，放進了美國當下熱門話題，更有利於討好美國觀眾的口味。此片現實和夢想相衝突的取材已是老生常談，好在有著聽障殘疾群體的題材加持，使得作品超越了一般勵志片，讓觀眾更能體會到弱勢群體的困境。該片不僅在殘障群體的生存困境上著墨，還在親情羁绊上花了不少心思，潛移默化地把家庭之間的親密情感化入出其不意的視聽設計以及意想不到的劇情轉折，製造了一種催人淚下的戲劇效果。
开头一首生日快乐，当场把我唱泪目，到父亲让女儿给自己再唱一遍那里真的是扛不住了。
在大众文化这个受市场操控的环境里，数据的多少代表着经验正在操控人们的认知。流行音乐、速食电影和快餐文学往往以最常见的形式与我们见面，让我们将正常和不正常从表面上做出区分。但是黑天鹅总将会出现，将会展示同样的爱和激情。关于障碍人士的电影，正在以一种不同的视角来展示同样的东西。
CODA=“Children of Deaf Adults”。看起来很俗的心灵鸡汤被整出了美国范儿(各种荤台词让这片应该多一个喜剧tag，同学和女主哥哥，女主父母的几个桥段)。被设定成“异类”的正常人女主并不像经典作品里经常会有的要与体制或者命运作斗争，她只需要克服自己的胆怯与心里障碍，而给她这份力量的则是这个超级有爱的家庭。几处细节非常动人：父亲那句“She was never a baby”、摸着女儿唱歌的喉咙去“听”等等。几个聋哑演员表演得特好，女主唱歌很好听。与《垫底辣妹》对照着看会非常有趣。
改编还不错，哥哥这条线改编得好。不只是停留在美国青春片的表达，还有不少属于聋哑人的笑料，融入得特别好。通过自立表达对家庭的感情，音乐不错
能坚持每天早上3点起床打鱼的女孩一定能成为人生赢家。我居然从头到尾都没有发现这情节跟法国那部一毛一样，既然是翻拍那就不加一星了。谈恋爱部分挺好看的但是跟好色的闺蜜一样好像有点多余。
每个人都有权利追逐梦想，尤其是在你非常有天赋的时候。即使你需要思考很多可能阻拦你前行道路的问题，但是，如何突破阻拦才是你真正要思考的事，尤其是在有家人支持的时候，什么困难可能都不会是困难。
中规中矩讲好一个故事，没有什么特别的技巧，结局皆大欢喜。特别令我感受深刻的是，行进至一小时十多分钟的时候，好几分钟的静音画面，以父亲的视角展现的聋哑人体会的无声世界。很震撼。再次看到Marlee Matlin演绎聋哑人角色，感觉父母亲兄弟作为聋哑人这三个特殊角色，相对缺乏一些心理特写了。
2021.06.23刚看完贝利叶一家，这个未免也太相似了?
观影过程中才慢慢勾起当年看过的快忘光了的原版《贝利叶一家》。与父母的对抗似乎比原版更为柔和，依旧是如此鸡汤式的温情和励志，内核还是关于梦想、爱与家庭，老少皆宜，制作工整，通俗的大欢喜商业励志家庭暖片。那段全场静默声道的以听障家人的主观视角看环境的片段真乃神来之笔。人道主义、人权、自由与梦想这一套西方价值，还是这么受用，想起了从小到大所见的某地的某些控制狂父母，只能感慨。看完才知道饰演女主妈妈的Marlee Matlin真的是一位听障人士，而且是奥斯卡奖历史上最年轻的最佳女主角奖获得者。7.8
剧本完成度确实高但是在改编里干得过《犬之力》《甘草披萨》《驾驶我的车》吗……得益于原文本优秀，考试段落家人的主观听觉设计真的很感人，而且听不到音乐的家人与孩子的关系实际上就是对家人不理解孩子抱负的隐喻，这些都相当精准但非美国版原创。以及，喜欢的男孩突然倒追自己，家人创业突然成功，没怎么练习音乐突然考上伯克利……精妙的点子都被这些偷懒给稀释掉了
第94届奥斯卡金像最佳影片。刚颁了奥斯卡，我就连夜找了这部爆大冷门的最佳影片。小而温馨的美国家庭故事，故事流畅、人物性格也演绎到位，但离我心中的奥斯卡还有些距离。女孩Ruby是一个滨海城市的普通女高中生，唯一不普通的是 她的父母和哥哥都是聋哑人。Ruby天没亮就要起床陪家人出海捕鱼，这个家里唯一健全的人要成为无线通讯水手。一切都从她报名参加学校合唱团之后改变了，上帝吝啬的同时也会偶尔慷慨，一个聋哑家庭走出来的女孩儿却有着天籁之音。最后可以在家人的支持与祝福下追逐音乐梦想固然是好，但不论是那段母女谈心的「妈妈你曾经有没有希望我是聋哑人？」「如果我希望你是聋哑人，那也只是因为我害怕我的聋哑会让我们不够亲密」、还是她在音乐学院甄选时一边唱歌一边打手语让家人「看见」她唱歌，都不足以登堂入室成为奥斯卡最佳影片。
仿的如此平平原样照搬竟然得了最佳？？？贝利叶一家哭晕在厕所，为什么法版没得奖！美国。。。就很美国，什么都直白和表面，法版的女孩情窦初开、抚摸喉咙共振、“听”音乐会、手语歌词这些细腻的点美版是完全感受不到，不得不说美国跟细腻这词根本都挨不上，歌也是法版更清纯质朴，说好看的还是看看法版吧，相形见绌
年度十佳，撕掉“弱势群体”标签的反传统煽情的治愈类型片，美籍导演与英演员碰撞出法式韵调，诙谐的笑意中眼睛闪着泪，在铺天盖地的煽情催泪电影中，这部少有着不做作许久未见的真诚，影片里，聋哑人非典型家庭中唯一听觉正常的女儿，身上始终背负着不同寻常的责任，一边帮家里卖渔货当父母和哥哥翻译的同时还要探寻真正属于自己的路。原生家庭的羁绊与青春梦想的对撞，更是打动与治愈人心，彻彻底底的沉浸其中，静下心一口气看完，电影的魅力再次战胜一切，错过的事情也很值得，你清楚地知道这部电影哪里好哪里不好，但是你不太想说，你只是知道你以后会把它看很多遍，然后把它推荐给自己认识的每一个人。希望这部电影，也可以在冬日，像一杯温热的牛奶，治愈每一颗被贴上标签但绝对与众不同心。
很滥情，很俗套的家庭亲情片，还是翻拍又不是原创，好莱坞流水线上的及格之作而已，完全不理解为何斩获圣丹斯大奖，豆瓣评分如此之高。
两段演唱，第一段演出时父母视角的无声，第二段考试时突然的向父母比手语，前者是最简单粗暴的共情手法带来的直抵心底的恍然，后者就齁嗓子鸡汤了。中间还有一次是父亲摸着她的喉咙震动听唱，是刚好，不那么震慑，温柔的感动。总的来说女孩的成长里，虽然辛苦奔波，但几乎一切顺遂：全聋哑家庭里唯一一个健听女孩、歌唱天赋、伯乐老师、初恋男孩，可以说是幸运星附体了，唯一的矛盾是与没有听觉的父母、哥哥之间的天然屏障，哥哥更多一层，这样的妹妹到来之前一切如常，但妹妹的幸运让他看起来像是个没用的倒霉蛋，哦确实，挺惨的，但大爱包小恨，合家欢大团圆，令人欣慰。视听上也是舒服的，自然的拍摄手法、各种层次的演唱、手语等等给视觉加分的肢体表演，最后在考场上甚至跳起了手语舞，顺畅的好看，主旋律鸡汤好听又好看，就说它不得奖谁得奖！
很欣喜再次看到如此真实克制又令人感动的美国文艺片了。在好莱坞疯狂拿着“同性”“族裔”“移民”这些可争奖的政治正确标签而设计电影的当下，本片完全抛开这些金砖，选择在“少数群体”中深耕，找到了我们平时最容易见到又最容易忽视的群体——聋哑人，认真还原了聋哑家庭的真实生活状态，主线是女主要追求自己的梦想考伯克利，副线是女孩和男生的爱情线。主线在“个人和家庭选哪个”中进退两难，副线在“取笑我家庭的男孩到底该不该爱”中纠结。虽然猜到最终女主肯定会考上伯克利，也料到会用手语来演唱，可真当看到女主用手语演唱时，眼泪还是控制不住的流下来。也许正是这种真实和真诚，才让任何修饰和技巧显得多余。这才是我们平凡人的生活和情感啊，世界都大同，人间同艰难。只有一家人团结一心，乐观迎难，这世上还有什么困难？
的确是歌舞片，过度舞动的手语即是舞蹈，影片前段，歌与舞分开，到面试场景，随着手语接入演唱，歌舞由此同台。但整体实在太过流水线了。
能坚持每天早上3点起床打鱼的女孩一定能成为人生赢家。我居然从头到尾都没有发现这情节跟法国那部一毛一样，既然是翻拍那就不加一星了。谈恋爱部分挺好看的但是跟好色的闺蜜一样好像有点多余。
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