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.
为了一个萍水相逢的人 能付出生命去帮她讨回公道吗？成瞎子说“我眼睛瞎了 但我的心没有” 这就是大侠风范吧。
结尾部分蛮真实的。但整个片子还是取巧了，演员演技也有限。7.2
国产“座头市”小成本网大武侠片标杆。虽成本看来不高却拍出武侠片应有感觉，剧情透着江湖气没有过多感情戏让整体叙述简介明快，武打效果出众看来谢苗功底还没废掉。今后国产网大都能如此有良心拍我们电影也是有救了！
评论有人说这是一部“带有中式武侠凤的约翰威克”，我觉得这评论很好。
好座头市！以及，主演竟然是谢苗！我完全没看出来……
美术、摄影、导演，简直不要太牛了！好写实好真切的江湖！这才是真正的武侠！没有那么多玄幻，没有那么多阴谋，就是凛冽的江湖。
打戏确实不错 就是影片好短 故事好简单 演员长的不好看 网大也就这样了 毕竟投资少 值得一提的应该是配乐？感觉配的还是比较合适的
辽宁人觉得是部很不错的片子，下一部就去看369。阴魂不散的龅牙婆婆，玩世不恭的小舅。曲子和片子太贴合了，故事讲的总体不错。
网大里算拔尖的了，摄影、美术、配乐跟动作武打戏配合得相得益彰，多给一星鼓励分。男主演谢苗是这片的灵魂所在，选角很神。
一来一去，平平淡淡，不见浮夸的浪漫，便是真情
谢苗总算起来了，将近四十岁，就如张晋，内外气质都更沉淀稳重，可以塑造角色了，功夫底子其实是锦上添花。
同样是演一个失明的角色，谢苗这个比安志杰的《盲战》要好。都值得鼓励。动作演员要想红，就需要尝试不同类型的角色，要坚持打下去。可以多和导演探讨剧本，别因为演而演。
地方特色浓厚的一个片子～虽然是潮汕但和闽南一带好像
很好很好的侠客电影，美术很好，场景很好，演员很好
武侠爽剧，剧情简单但不拖沓。打戏流畅刺激，果然这种打戏还是得请专业人员上场。瞎子的造型总让我想到了雷佳音的张小敬，但是雷佳音的打戏应该是不太行的。
鼓励这部电影远超预期。故事可爱又有点辛酸但是更可爱。演员们的质朴表演完全把我拉入潮汕生活。之前潮汕朋友常常在我耳边提及他们当地严苛的传统风俗，对于缔结婚姻的百般讲究、家庭里的男女角色、兄弟姐妹的地位责任关系等等，非常overwhelming。好在电影用轻量的喜剧来表现外省女友与潮汕当地社会意识的冲突，把潮汕人的家庭信仰和可爱面都表现出来了，看到了文化隔阂些许融化的可能性，人的柔软心底是共通的，「理解」是人与人之间得以平顺的最终答案。潮汕的节俗文化也有非常有趣丰富的呈现，给心中想去潮汕旅行的那把小火，添燃了薪柴。看过的人还是不够多，五颗星弥补性支持！
差点被片名劝退系列，没想到成片这么自然坦荡。还是能看出制片粗糙的部分，但也正因此感受到了导演的大胆和选人慧眼：启用素人的风险并不在于专业素养的缺乏，而是人的秉性和阅历是否贴合情节。事实证明浸润过潮汕本土民俗和闭塞婚姻观环境的人，释放出来的情感和默契胜过一切所谓的演技教科书。作为一个从小成长于类似骑楼民居的岛民，拜神烧香流水席和祈福，还有片中母亲的人物形象，像极了以前每年寒假回老家，我娘人前亏我李草包，人后说我是李老师的样子。只有爱，会带来一地鸡毛的家，也能修复一地鸡毛的家，人性的卑微和美丽皆源于此。 P.S. 玩具船长的客语bgm是真好听又精准啊
简单明快古装武侠短片，完成度还可以，算是网剧中的上品~~~
还是那句话，抄袭、满满的倭风！
一部标准的动作电影，放在网大里就成了拔尖，可见观众被粗制滥造的国产网大荼毒成啥样了……动作戏用心了
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