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.
朔爷作为我大学时代的重要精神导师，无论写什么我都会再看一看。看这部就像多年不见的老朋友再次聊天。贫嘴，纯爱，亲情，死亡这几个老话题全在，但我觉得写成小说更好。
用很复杂的的方式讲了一个单薄到极点的故事。😖
这干细胞的广告做的有点大啊，是为了科普吗，可是最后结局也太梦幻了
风格杂糅，怀旧、奇幻、科幻几个元素都在这部电影里，变成男主角诉说自己的一腔心意。电影中的女性形象不仅同质化严重，而且是那群人很喜欢表现的一类女性，演员没有演出什么新的花样，王珞丹仍然在执迷于外在的反差不同，没有从内在去刻画一个人物形象，王传君的台词时常太过表现，是我很不喜欢的一类风格。电影从后半部分猛然转到生命主题后，完全变成了演讲，如果前面看不到导演对于年代真心的怀旧，只是填充一些视觉来说，后来就更暴露了对于生命缺乏层次的认识，然后这个不老，令所有人都消失了。
剧本很深刻，艺术性很强。但镜头与叙事太过普通。
且片名是不老奇事，甚至英文名就是“郭先生奇事”，但真正能体现出逆行时间洪流的悲哀与过客感的竟只有结尾，强行把玄幻题材套上科学的框架只显得不伦不类罢，前后被纵切得失去整体性，模糊了“奇事”
王传君接剧情片是对的，演小郭萌的裴佳欣特别上镜。并没有拍的或者演的不好，评分不高也与观众阅历和共情能力相关。推算一下时间线62年出生的女孩子，在2018年直接成为老妪，时间点把握还是不够？
视听缺陷极大，画面成了旁白的辅助，演员的表现电视剧水平，表面且做作。
把个原本可能会很感人的故事与题材拍的矫情的要死，真的有人会对着靠音乐和旁白才能渲染出来的感情流泪吗？
很喜欢飞机转场的镜头。看完这片更加明白一件事，没有心动过就是没有
看了一半，发现两人的关系这不是阿甘正传吗？不戴眼镜的王传君看着挺奇怪的；为了王珞丹+1星，各种风情，尽显魅力；可惜剧情又臭又长。
看片名以为会是另一部《本杰明巴顿奇事》 但竟然会是这么奇怪的电影 怪到可以让人继续往下看能翻出什么花来//原来是王朔的编剧 难怪前半段的戏谑京味如此熟悉//而从中段开始故事转向对生死与记忆的思考 不过就是真的没有想到导演能这么拍 又疯癫又神奇//活着怕时间不够用 死了怕事情没做完 永生不老又仿佛是一种可怕的诅咒//人的三次死亡到文艺男中年这儿只剩下一次 就是初次心动的爱人彻底忘记自己
既然要点题“不老”二字，就该想好写实或写虚，可以是感情不老也可以身体不老。题材上如果是魔幻，干细胞研究成功，情节上设计拯救生命乃至爱情永恒的故事易如反掌；如果是现实题材，干细胞就是个幌子，不管是否成功，拯救人们精神世界的还是爱情。不如我来当编剧😄
你的记忆是你的一切 逃避记忆就没有继续的意义
2021.12.12 旁白多到都能凑出一部广播剧了，你说我是看电影呢，还是听电影呢？反正我是真的讨厌王朔。
好电影一定是能调动情绪的，调动情绪的却不一定是好电影。如果导演想要表达人生的混乱、无序与终将失去的话，无疑还算成功。一切都是离别、一切都在失去、有情人成不了眷属、明白总要晚一步。
所有角色设定几乎都可以在的影视作品中找到影子，尤其是小鲁苏菱芳和丁萌萌。前后像两部电影
不知道从何说起，蛮特别的。了解王朔的人一眼就会知晓，风格很明显，是他的剧本没错。整个故事很厚重，文学性很强，对生死的思辨探讨也很能引发思索。导演略有露怯，两个多小时里填的内容偏多，影像和节奏也有些问题。可能需要多些经历才能完全明白。
2.如果把旁白去掉，这电影算个什么？反之，一部电影要靠旁白推进情节，说明它没有镜头语言，这正是失败。
看前半段以为是部纯爱片丁萌萌死之后突然超现实了起来。就还是什么都想说，什么都说了一点，又好像两小时也没说明白什么，这里面最王朔的大概就是隔壁老王了吧。
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