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.
魔女1令人惊奇，很大部分源自角色的反套路设定，即使故事人物都极其单调，但仍有一种磁性，可以说是一部“高颜值”影片。以至于期待了魔女2很久。2拥有更复杂的角色阵营，但只是好莱坞爆米花里常规套路片一样的耍花枪，画蛇添足，故事上也比1更复杂，但没有带给影片更深厚的内蕴，反倒令叙事松垮。
给特效的星，这个战力，漫威和DC全来都不行吧，下一集只能呼叫龙珠或者琦玉老师了吧。
洛丽塔电影没有了洛丽塔，就只剩尴尬的对白了
下一部要进化到超级赛亚人了，我给你个气功炮，赶超超体近在眼前
有时候真的难以忍受一些韩国电影。情绪上不懂得把握一个合适的度是通病，用力过猛或者面容呆滞的比比皆是，还是说这就是韩国演员特有的表演模式？具体到本片，特效暴发户，血浆暴发户，外文发音低保户，尬得捂脸。真的求求分点钱给请个中文配音吧谢。
多么神奇又迷惑的中文。。。舍不得请个配音吗
放了一半还不知道讲啥，后半部赛亚人都不敢像你这么拍
说汉语的不说汉语的都沉默了，男的女的怎么都长一个样，一点辨识度都木有，
也就血腥，打斗也没太多惊喜，打斗双方战力都差的有点多，也没所谓的boss战。
前面铺垫无聊太长，后面动作戏特效又吊打国产了
真把第三集做出來還是會看的。嗯……
魔高一尺，道高一丈。
1的女主用爽爆的肉搏片打下的IP，2的女主完全没有任何体术来承继。。。这点就很不爽，你好歹练一下然后安排一点肉搏戏给她啊，总感觉她捡了个便宜一样！身体搏斗都交给了那几个上海来的。。。然后队长那两个的战力相差那么悬殊怎么会被派去暗杀女主的？？1的女主最后出现感觉她能力应该有进化了吧，虽然2拍得一般般，但多方势力引入貌似让背景宏大，还是期待一下3会怎样吧~
中文说不来别说好吧，非找几个韩国演员搁那儿硬装中国人，这中文听着难受死了，说的啥呀这是（不过有一句“叼都不叼我们”还挺像那么回事的，就是发音不咋地）
跟第一部可能没法比，但是最后的打戏也不错啊，剧荒可以看
能不能认真对待我们中国话，真是服了，毫无逻辑，比前一部差了十万八千里，妹妹的气场也没姐姐的大，但是我还是期待第三部姐妹俩合手战争。
PS：特效方面有上一部的班底，加上网飞大手笔，中规中矩；新女主的颜值真的戳中我的审美，和金多美一样是疯批美人！加上李钟硕的客串亦或打酱油，打分项就这些…
兽医大叔的戏可以剪掉，太啰嗦了。遇到姐弟的感情戏突兀，魔女妹妹的线都成配角线了，视角线大多在帅哥美女这儿。这样的话，下一部又把视角线转到魔女姐妹就很失败了。
在无可选择的情况下，也算能看得过去，朴勋政这次没有很发挥，唯一启用大量年轻演员还行the other one，加个母亲，第三部看样子必须出
女主厉害到应该可以秒杀所有漫威变种人…是欧米茄级别中的欧米茄级别吧🤣电影套路还是那样，主要看特效和打斗，不过女主厉害到都不需要动手了，那就看特效了，特效还是比肩好莱坞的。整体很轻快，没有什么爱情水戏，异能女性战力爆表，能够很轻松地看完，够了。
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