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.
爱国主义并不代表牺牲个人。让人感动的不是片中每个人都希望打倒纳粹德国的精神，而是每个普通士兵，乃至每具尸体，都值得有姓名，有历史，有宽恕。
色彩饱和度很高，情景剧，时长太长了！更喜欢蔡明的小品，全程都在想蔡明…
马德里那位上校牺牲好大啊哈哈哈哈 怎么会这样
欧美对于未来和机器人现在看来都是一样的贫瘠，而且他们特别热爱无处不在的广告，这是被资本家打服了？结局就很生硬，从剧情到情节设置总有种眼熟的感觉，这种被机器人关在屋子里的好像也看过其他的，挺无聊的。不过里面的小帅哥很帅
这片子，就是谍战剧，搞什么惊心动魄，平淡无奇中蕴藏着危机四伏，平静的海面下掩盖着深海的暗流涌动；最终，人们在紧张的等待中迎来“樯橹灰飞烟灭”的结局，国家利益至上，英雄依旧默默无闻——我想，这才是片子要揭示的实质内涵吧…🥃
一贯的英伦制作 没有新意 循规蹈矩但也跌宕人心
作为一部关于AI操控人类的科幻片，全片最精彩的部分竟然是开头两分钟的片中片部分，机器人遛人当遛狗，后面半小时剧情混乱，无聊透顶。开头这段想象力和喜剧效果爆棚，相比之下正片显得不那么有意思，人物的关系和情感也发展的离谱，如果说这部电影作为科幻片达到了及格线，那么作为爱情片简直是烂片中的烂片。最后伪艺术家和黑人互换了情人，老太太失去了自己的机器人男友，年轻小伙爱上了父亲前女友的女儿，我直呼狗血。
确实有失水准，但是也有亮点，还调侃了一下新冠；AI的反思；人类是有缺点的原创设计；篇幅和形式更像短集的电视剧；性爱机器男 有了裘德洛的标准 这个就像个智障啊
分为嘛那么低？室内设计太美了吧，复古科幻。剧情也很法国。
完成度极高的科幻小品，集荒诞、喜剧和惊悚于一身。细节丰满、推进不无聊、人物和机器人性格鲜明。在充满幻想的表象背后，又影射和探讨了诸多不可言说的问题。四星半！
这故事我上初中就知道了，今天终于看到电影版的了。影片质量还是可以的，服装，道具，布景等做的都比较精细，还有脸叔等一帮实力演员出演，算是有诚意的了。不过对我唯一的问题是，感情戏太鸡肋了，脸叔和莱斯利的感情还有查理对莱斯利的好感在整个剧情里显得可有可无，还不如删掉这部分情感，把时间控制到100-110分钟，做成一部纯军事剧情片，那样还显得更精炼紧张。正常我只会给3星6.7分，不过鉴于是真实故事改编，鼓励一下，我给4星7.1分！
Netflix. 法式轻喜剧风格还是很讨喜的 场景设定和布置都有见用心.
男女主的感情线太无聊了！其他部分相对有戏且有趣。
一场人工智能与人类智慧的比拼。刚开始有点不伦不类，随着故事的展开，渐入佳境，好笑好看。就是女机器人有点瘆人。人类未来启示录。
过于工整，有失趣味，可是有视觉和听觉盛宴，还可勉为一看。
无论是剧情还是特效都很法式，既继承了无厘头的荒诞，也延续了不用心的特效
分数：45
画质氛围很好 剧情拘于叙事没什么冲突 不过是一部绝佳的英文学习教材 good
终于把二战中所谓 威廉马丁少校 的欺诈故事拍出来了。
节奏有点慢，但是画面质感好棒，永远爱二战片
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