Michael Hanake meets the Blair Witch Project in Kim Gok's Exhausted, a vicious kick in the pants to everyone in the audience, all in the name of "style." A man meets a mute woman, and as any reasonable person would do in such a situation, makes her his prostitute. But the pimping is the least of our problems. As we get exhausted by the grainy faux-16mm camerawork, the film gets increasingly deranged. The closest thing we get to a sympathetic character is the pimp, simply because he's got too much self-respect to fuck a mute whore. Everyone else is either a gory mess, or a gory mess in disguise. Even the prostitute, which even a thug like Lars von Trier would make likeable, comes off as a delirious scary woman whose shrieks strike like blows to the jugular.
Kim Gok has seemingly abandoned the Marxist critiques of his short films, going instead for mindless brutality which culminates in an endless bloody freak-show involving, among other things, a pair of scissors going where pairs of scissors should not go. In the middle of the bloodbath, we get an extended long take of the beaten prostitute's near-dead face, but it does not elicit sympathy or pity. In fact, images of the victim only make us shy away in shock. (Indeed, the extended sequence led to continuous walk-outs during the Pusan screening.) The long take invites us to stare, but it assumes we're as sadistic as the victimizer (and the film) is. Meanwhile the sound-effects (mostly a rumbling bassline that shakes the theater) pulsates with pure wickedness. With Hanake, shock creates reflection, which asks that we be critical. Here, we only want to escape. I suppose Exhausted has some virtues; the shots of drilling machines and factories provide a mesmerizing phallic backdrop to the pimp and prostitute's pursuits. But everything else hurts too much. At least Kim Ki-duk lets us breathe. Exhausted makes Bad Guy look like Lady and the Tramp. (asiaarts.ucla.edu)
我发誓再也不看国产低成本密室悬疑剧了，看吐了，演技浮夸，剧情生硬，民国乱世风，每一点都让我很难受。这种烂俗场景风格的电影竟然还有人吹，而且这种风格还越来越多。。
不寻常，而且脆弱，像你一样。法式柔软，冬天壁炉火光前一头埋进羊毛衫里深吸一口毛绒的舒适。敬有你们陪着的快乐。
细腻温情的巴黎夜曲，遍布全片的八十年代风格迷人且复古，并带有一种人生终归相识且分离的淡淡惆怅。对侯麦《圆月映花都》的多次指涉都非常惊喜，将其看做一次对饱含无限情愫与浪漫的巴黎八十年代的回忆已经足够动人，更何况甘斯布的气质实在太过贴合。
尤其是三分之二的戏份里角色的站位和走位都很话剧，神态和表演也很流于表面，肢体动作多而夸张，哪哪儿都很话剧，哪哪儿都不电影。没有影像质感。
因为行业现状如此之差，此电影竟然有了救市之作的意味。
在不幸中长大的人，要是突然间体会了最美好的幸福，也许便会像一匹狼一样孤独地离去，在遥远的地方回味着时光，就像是手里握着最珍贵的玉石，总会担心它会不会不小心碎掉，也许会有那么一天不再担心它是否碎掉，到那个时候人才能真正地拥抱幸福。
在Matthias身上找到很多共鸣，喜欢他忧郁内敛的眼神，想对他说，继续写吧，不准停笔是最要紧的。
过于原教旨，难度密度低。散文课路线不好走的，对比可见阿老师技术。
温情、动人，叙事节奏很舒服，影片色调是我喜欢的，周末再看一遍。
虽然刚开始大家都表现得稍显浮夸，很话剧感，不过后面层层悬念一步步展开又反转，还是很带感的一个故事，喜欢最后有关善良和正义的讨论。还埋了很多行业相关的梗，反复戳中笑点。（看完觉得这个故事能上映的这件事，本身就已经带点黑色幽默的味道了）
只是确实执行力不行。剪辑乱且碎，影响质感为0。另外，希望现在的国产片都能对自己有点数，没事不要动不动就超过2小时的时长。要懂得取舍。
四星半。极度舒缓，也极度舒适。这不就是来自八十年代巴黎的明信片吗，以及所有迷失灵魂的午夜电台故事簿吗。温声细语心事话人的夜旅人，左岸梦境右岸现实的接线员，聚散有时来去自由的外来者，所有心灵与身体线上线下交集的信号，都汇聚在了这座城市的上空。
他把手伸了出来，因为他想抓住真相。
《我家楼下那些年》是我每天生活的街区，和摄影机互相分享记忆
好久没看到这么美这么舒缓的电影了，有好多击中内心的片段，要好好珍藏这部电影
她们相互抚慰，然后疗愈，时间是解药。抛光般的质感，很喜欢。
真的是一部极其温柔的电影，那些巴黎的清晨、夜晚和日出真的好美
就像被留在房间里的旧镜子上的
法国最浪漫的是在影院上班期间，检完票就可以随意进去看N+1遍电影！！！！！！
温暖 感人 如巴黎夜晚点点灯光 浪漫隽永 而生活的潮起潮落 伊丽莎白经历艰难磨难 历尽千辛 迎来曙光 也目睹儿女长大成人 还有第二春(*๓´╰╯`๓)♡
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