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.
赢了表演，输了情感。歌舞编排强是强，大多时间都是舞台与现实来回转换的优秀演出。 但本片跟“下限高，上限低”的万金油作品有什么实质差别吗？当然没差别，故事模板，影像表达，又亦是情绪渲染都被主创方和资本彻底锁死。 也基本跟电影里的人物所说，“引人入胜，却难以让观众跟随故事的情感主线，太多细节让我们分心，也同样难以产生共鸣。” 所以第三幕的高潮与其说是佳章倒不如说是正常发挥，毕竟［倒数时刻］本就未真正存在过，一部精彩却又扁平无奇的传记片。
完全没看过《唐顿庄园》系列的我，估摸着也会看得云里雾里，提不起兴趣。但我居然看得饶有兴致。同时 30 年代默片走向有声的电影拍摄、法国南部的景致都额外让我觉得“诶居然还包含这些内容”。人物虽然理不清，但是看一半大概就能明白了，快结尾时的时候还开始带入各种角色的情感，与他们共情。7.9/10
终于把年度期待看了，太棒。一部专属于Larson的自传电影，要是他还在的话今年就61了吧，时光多快，排着他戏长大的林漫威都给他拍电影了。感谢疯狂夹带私货的lmm，宽街有你真好啊，这部用心到感动，just so personal！主旨就不提了，而且Larson在ttb里面提到的问题，相信看过rent的人都能找到回答。很多转场和编排都蛮有意思，喜欢两种叙事相辅相成，模拟录像带用纪录片的形式延续现实中的真实的结局，（虽然已经脱敏但还是哭得很大声）。有Vanessa声音出演，全宽街人都来客串，在Sunday看到了BP，如果MP叔也在就好啦，最后模拟点彩画的处理，是个桑粉都会流泪吧！还有个遗憾就是邀请这么多作曲人客串了为什么不邀请pasek & paul啊（不是
为唐顿哭已经不是一次两次了，但这大概是最后一次。
用剧作者自己的音乐剧来拍音乐剧传记片实在是再适合不过了。Jonathan的天赋是无可比拟的，他的悲剧为Rent更是蒙上一丝传奇色彩。加菲的表演有功无过，尽管唱功跟专业歌手比还是差了点。影片里能看到不少之后Rent的影子，比如What You Own，La Vie Bohème等等。对Sunday in the Park with George的致敬也很妙，还有很多惊喜客串（林漫威，Hadestown里饰演Hermes的André De Shields，Hamilton饰演大姐二姐的Renée Elise Goldsberry和Phillipa Soo，还有Helen Mirren）。整体而言十分动人，旁边的观众几度都要落泪了。
太喜欢了，超好看的！电影还是比较舞台风，但对于一个宽街迷妹，处处都能看出各种彩蛋，我在电影院里从头到尾都超激动。Jonathan Larson的歌确实是好好听！加菲展现出了不为人知的一面，唱歌超棒，还是自弹自唱，采访里一直说到他开拍前不会唱歌不会弹琴，但从电影的效果来看，他的唱跳表演都被林聚聚调教得非常好，非常具有舞台感！当年我没看成AIA，加菲什么时候再回宽街啊，不一定要演话剧，音乐剧绝对可以啊！加菲明年男主必须要提名，我希望他拿奖！我家Ben出场不多，但非常可爱，竟然都没让他开口唱歌，好歹也让他唱两句呗！林聚聚首次执导还是可以的，剧情流畅，节奏很好，唱歌和文戏转换我觉得都很自然！还有不愧是林聚聚，整个宽街的人都被他请来客串，我就在那数星星！
虽然题材相似但感觉跟lalaland完全不同。看片尾的真人录像，本人还有一些局促不安一些逃避镜头和一些失落的感觉。印象最深的是男主问经纪人接下来怎么办？经纪人说写下一个，你只能不停地不停地写下一个。
形式大于内容，本就复杂的叙事结构因为歌舞加入更乱了，两段叙事时空的交错，两种表现形式的混合，不断造成的断层以至于很难融于故事当中。而且除去结尾几首歌，大部分歌曲也没什么亮点。加菲的表演状态则更像是在出演舞台剧，脱离了传记片的真实感，可矛盾的是，剧中剧结构却又允许了这种表演形式。当然，电影是最容易表现这一复杂剧本的方式，但最适合它的舞台，其实还是剧院。
他们都有光明是未来，连最尴尬的莫斯利都是天才大编剧
音量逐渐推高，情绪越来越浓，唱的是生活的琐碎，歌的是生命的长度。每一个音符都在细数时间，每一个音调都饱含着对生活的热爱。不论朋友、爱人，失落、迷惘，都是灵感的来源，让自己疯魔，铸就为一个艺术家。当最后来了一个call back，结合到真实的人物，一阵眼泪感叹世事无常。
加菲有追求，有前途～ 虽然现在看着还有点像表演工作室的学生…故事好美，每一个Jon人生中的时刻都牵动人心，但LMM这种快剪真的是看着好难受…可能老了受不了这么多又晃又快切的镜头。这是theatre没法剪辑后遗症么，能拍电影了就疯狂切镜头？
唐顿庄园好久不见。这次加入了老爷法国“认亲”，拍电影，老太太去世的情节，把所有人都调动起来。电影的加入和前情中战争对唐顿的影响一样，都在讲与时代的关联，旧事物迎接新事物。大小姐真的魅力无边，我甚至快忘了这几任丈夫都长啥样。
看完还是没有很了解Jonathan Larson
谁要说La La Land比这好，我只会觉得离谱。
歌舞都很好很精美但美中不足不够打动人心，从电影角度来看人物塑造不够立体。但歌舞片就是要有歌舞片的样子，有加菲又唱又跳还要什么自行车。
也不只是国内有年龄焦虑要三十而立结婚生子，还是不要太逼自己在什么时间点之前扬名立万的好吧，电影原型后来的作品被认可但他三十五岁生病死掉了都没看见自己的成绩。电影是很可以引起浑浑噩噩的三十岁人的共鸣，什么时候能看到希望呀？可是加菲唱歌不太好诶。。。
前半段很寻常的一步一步来叙事甚至在视听语言上没什么亮点，后面则直接爆发，也对应了标题吧
For the love of NYC，Musical and greatest artists!热血沸腾，眼眶含泪，恨不得起立鼓掌（只恨不是在剧院里），Bradley Whitford的桑爷造型乱真100个赞，好莱坞请给加菲小金人。
一方面要有艺术天赋，另一方面要有恒心和运气。第一个方面就已经淘汰掉这世上99.99%的人了。
工整到乏味的电影，歌也完全无感，加菲表演得太夸张，即使是真实事件改编我也完全无法共情。我一直在猜测，也许这是一部科幻片，《傲慢》的故事变成了现实，“倒数时刻”指的是世界末日，他没有时间了，因为再写不出好歌来地球就要爆炸了……好吧，是我想多了
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