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.
三星半，和两个潮汕妹子一起去看的，从影院出来她们又给我讲一些电影里的梗，以及现实里这对情侣的结局，生活高于影视，生活会给出答案。
2022.5.21一、二刷，2022.5.22三刷，2022.6.11四刷
电影里把潮汕小城的人文故事 风土人情呈现非常好
虽然没有明星流量明星，但是好看，朴实，真实。看这样的片子，至少还可以了解一个地方的风俗民情，至少看着很舒服。
这个名字太土了，加一星鼓励，另外，腾讯视频也能看，这个滤镜……随便用个小流量也会有点名气呀，想起另一个同性的片子也这样～后面的故事就老套了
这些小成本的电影真的挺贴近生活的，唯一可惜的是闽南话真的太难懂。
饭桌戏
作为一个土生土长潮汕人，我认认真真地要所有人安利这个方言电影。剧情是老套的“外来媳妇本地郎”，但是画面音乐用了心思，如果你想了解潮汕，可以去看看它。里面那个妈妈，几乎是所有潮汕女性的缩影，保守、世俗、固执，像极了我一个许久未见的女性长辈，我知道那也是我的样子。我几乎从片头哭到片尾，每一帧都是乡愁。尤其是片尾那句“我是不是很没用”，泪崩。
用十分朴素的方法讲了一个十分朴素地故事，搭配起来刚刚好
比上一部好很多，当地的习俗什么的都很好，而且这潮汕话不看字幕的话，最多听懂五成
汕头人。潮语电影难得能摆脱一味拍大海的地理印记，拍大海是拙劣的模仿台湾电影。很大的进步，在男女朋友二人出现裂缝前，很多段落都在拍mv，很差劲的，剧本有问题。后段渐渐升温，有戏，往A故事的方向进展，但整体的B故事还不完善，特别是最后母亲同意的内心转变没说，这个地儿不太好。手机录屏这段像纪录片的段落很不错，反应真实准确。这个男主角不好，老在耍无意义的帅，没在戏里。静珊还好点，在卧室睡觉却背对各怀心事，主动叫男主两个翻身这个动作是对的。这片子对潮语电影来说是很大的进步，有在比较完善的考虑矛盾和人物，但影像和声音还是没什么设计，国产剧拍法。结尾机场送麻叶牛肉丸是很好的，前边多次提及的道具用上了。
平淡真实，质朴可爱。也许生活本来就很可爱，只是有时我们被它繁琐的一面遮蔽了双眼，而忽视柴米油盐这些琐事背后的温情。生活本来就没那么多大是大非，跌宕起伏，每个人的大山都在自己心里，要翻的也只是自己心里的那座山。配乐很好听，闽南方言配上汕头的美食美景，别有一番滋味。
感觉是潮汕版的贾樟柯。最惊艳的是369他妈。
真诚且温暖的电影，把关于家庭中的一切都拍到了。#切片计划
看完之后整个人身心不适，只能说这是一部教育片，要嫁给潮汕人的姑娘嫁之前看完就知道今后要面对什么，而且还要知道影片还是美化过以后的样子。
对潮汕市井生活与风土人情的一次很好的还原。结尾收得很好。
很真实的生活，家长里短的潮汕风味，想要本地媳妇的妈妈，在华强北做电商的儿子，自媒体的离婚未来儿媳，传统和现代碰撞，淳朴而简单的对话。
虽然是杜撰，但比较真实，尤其演妈妈的朴素角色给全剧添不少彩
真实还原了外地人在潮汕人家饭桌上的场景，一句话也听不懂却莫名的感觉温暖。
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