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.
每年都会有那么几部好评度颇高的爆款电影冒出，但每每看完，惊喜都会变成失望。这部电影给我的感觉也一样，它的点子真的很有创意吗？我怎么感觉蛮俗套的，最终迎来的亲切大和解也很无力。如果我们把电影切开，从呈现的场面上看，它无非就是一段接一段的动作打斗戏吧，随意出拳，没有章法，看得我脑袋嗡嗡响，说是喜剧的话，全片唯一把我逗笑的是那两个坐插天王...好恶趣味。另外，男主演真的好像成龙！
原来是九十年代无厘头港片贺岁档的定位。钦定中文片名应该是“天马行空”。阿尔法公公登场的时候，完全就是个r&m真人版既视。
期望太高没有达到预期的电影。可能对于我来说不太理解的一点是最后仍然困于了母职，那么多个宇宙的精彩人生最后被恶趣味消解掉了，没有形成有效的对照，因而不太有说服力，不过相比《青春环游记》，这部的确更好地呈现了母女间的那种连带关系，我始终认为弑母不同于弑父，前者包含对母亲也能逃脱被压迫命运的期望和关照。
很久没有看过这么富有想象力和创作性的电影了！表面上是一个脑洞大开的多重宇宙冒险，内核还是一个母亲在回望自己的人生，试图跟自己和解，跟家人和解。每一种人生的可能性，可能都存在缺陷，有得必有失，最后宇宙万物还是归于爱。虽然很美式鸡汤，但它毕竟是一部好莱坞商业电影。
如果停留在Joy走进贝果，石头滚下山坡那一刻就好了，放手也是一种和解。太喜欢石头静默的那一段了。
我们真的需要用这么多不断更新的技术形式去诠释那些陈旧的、俗套的故事吗？即使拥有穿越平行世界的能力，人类的想象力也依然只能局限于回归“美好家庭？” 我不理解，但很多梗确实挺好笑的。
男的公鸭噪音，蹩脚的中文，还有过家家似的剧情，让人特别出戏
7分，其实去掉那些花里胡哨的，本质就是一部功夫喜剧。母女的话题其实讲得并不算太好，有点来的生硬也去得随意，不过倒是可以跟《青春变形记》对照着看。其他那些多元宇宙、穿越来穿越去的噱头都是佐料。最大的意义就是给杨紫琼和关继威更多的表演空间，其实更喜欢关在片中的表现，显然他更抢眼。
我真是服了好莱坞现在的调性，无论多么离谱的设定牛逼的特效最后内核都离不开家庭伦理剧……对了还要加一点lgbt的政治正确……仿佛世界末日前不跟家庭成员和解一下的宇宙就不完整。就算闺女成了各平行宇宙大魔头最后仍然可以来个青春期中二少女跟妈妈抱抱大和解；《不要抬头》讽刺程度拉满了……最后主角一家人仍然要手拉手共赴末日……
好嫉妒这个天马行空的想象力，太灵了太妙了，我边看边想能拍出这种东西的人真的和我长着一样的简陋大脑吗，太牛了。
我也很想让豆瓣回到不是任何一部模式化的动漫化的大数据化的垃圾都能被一窝蜂打五星推到9分的时候
一切都一模一样，那里有你，有你爱的人和事，和你身边的一堆乱七八糟的烦心的人和事。
这个故事中母女关系的部分我始终不能共情，这对母女没和解之前的状态，已经是很多母女努力尝试解决后的状态了。你都能和你妈出柜了，你已经赢了90%的女儿，我一个要饭的乞丐根本共情不到有钱人对食物的抱怨。
以我浅薄的知识很难概括这到底应该是一部什么样的影片，但无论画面或者剧情都让我感到了极大的震撼。在诸多荒诞的近乎低俗的表现下，我看到了一个庞大深刻，牵动人生与生命的立意。甚至我觉得每个人看来，这个立意或许都会有所不同，但如果你能感受到，那么便毋庸置疑这部影片的伟大。受困于自身的知识与阅历，或许最后我能感受到与总结出的，依旧是诸如爱与宽容这样的词汇。但在这些看似陈词滥调的表述后，无疑，我真正完成了一次，或许看似可笑的思考与自我和解。
这是一部真正的疯狂多元宇宙电影，主创们天马行空的整活让人笑出鹅叫，真诚细腻的情感又让人暴风哭泣，也是当下最需要的一部电影，当世界支离破碎彼此分裂时，当一切混乱无序毫无意义时，当人们不知所措寻求认同时，这部影片依旧坚定且温柔地说：善待他人，善待自己！善良不是软弱，而是能穿越宇宙的超能力！所以当我觉得人间不值得时，就多想想《瞬息全宇宙》这样真正连接银幕内外的电影！
被爱的前提是值得被爱，明明是个一无是处的人没有任何吸引别人的点，却要对影自怜假模假式地对抗世界。在现实中女儿这种屌丝是没可能碰到基友那种瞎猫的，出了柜还不考虑外公身体状况硬着脖子要官宣，不是nt？
最终，经历这么多宇宙的自己，本以为可以做出其他选择，就能过好一生，结果才发现，看似最失败的一个宇宙的人生，也同样可以成全最有趣的自己。
由杨紫琼独挑大梁的奇幻电影，演无数个“老母”救世，救女和无数宇宙（自己的）家庭，两个导演有广告制作经验，关丹还导过奇幻剧《大群》，与大群风格类似故事更猎奇更脑洞大开，笑点不断幽默足，类似云图一人多角杨要演无数角色，但故事主题明显，新移民家庭（内部）剧变问题、（亚裔）移民身份及阶级焦虑、家庭代沟，多元宇宙和拯救世界是花招，对应很现实的问题，（亚裔等少数族）要不断“多打工”、“多兼职”、“多升职”、“多努力”的“死循环”，仍无法打破阶级困境和移民焦虑及“家庭”本质，救世对应“努力解决问题”但不能改变本质，这种深层焦虑和身份矛盾，被猎奇的故事及幽默感所推进，逐渐叠加到结尾处的“疯狂多元宇宙”快闪高 潮，剪辑花闪到亮眼，最后还是一种解决方法，亚裔（等）群体的“命运”终点，回归家庭以及家的核心，爱。
怀疑和好评们看的不是一部电影，每一分钟我都想问这是在干什么，乱七八糟。还以为我的电影审美和幽默感出问题了。导演是不是看过《叶问4》。我就是这个宇宙的杨紫琼，我是成功之母。华裔导演用轻松的笔触去写父权虎妈，最后也就囿于这一方阴影了。妈就算成了超级英雄还要逃避女儿的追杀，爹软弱无存在感还得硬写闪光点，东亚女真可怜。
青春变形记。 已经早就过了需要和妈妈和解的时候，所以唯一的观后感是：找一个乐观温柔的老公确实挺重要。
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