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.
尺度不大也並不嚇人，但是這個題材光是能踏實地拍出來就足夠隔著屏幕痛到了，酒吧搭訕的男人，聽到懷孕只想到可以啪的男人，說著幫忙卻開保胎藥的男人，比起自己的孩子和女友的痛苦更關心朋友的男人，這一切和他們一點關係也沒有，“因為這是只攻擊女人的絕症，無差別地把所有人變成家庭主婦”，可是自稱高等的人類用這種葬送某個人（某種性別）一生的方式繁衍著。
无论从哪个方面来看都是很平庸的作品，去年三大电影节的最高奖项都颁给了跟“女性”密切相关的电影，可能是时代进步，也可能是退步。
4:3画幅近景镜头对准了冰冷的后背，被选择的痛楚，到最后写下掷地有声的答卷~
65/100 原始单纯的个体（映射到社会）疼痛表现，仅仅记录了正发生了什么
太疼了…”An illness only happens to women and turns them into housewives”
拍得真好。反堕胎真是世上最没人性的belief之一，堕胎就是医学进步和女性意识觉醒双重进步之桂冠。
想想当下，这片不就是一“独行二舅”吗？
苦于疫情已久 这么多人坐在影院里为一部电影开怀大笑的场景 在这样的日子里显得弥足珍贵 这份快乐和现实意义的感动是麻花给的 也是我最爱的沈腾给的 想哭
堕胎可怕，没有堕胎权遭遇的冷眼旁观更可怕。主角身体的抽动表演相当逼真。在达成之前，主角基本把糟糕的可能性都碰上了，Audrey Diwan编剧出身剧本还是扎实。画面质感好，4:3看的舒服。
像是《索尔之子》的导演拍了《四月三周两天》
六十年前法国发生的事情，现在正在发生。电影讲的是上世纪中叶的法国，堕胎违法，意外怀孕的学生，想尽一切办法堕胎，在这个过程中身心都遭受了摧残。有几场戏确实比较生猛，特别是她打算自己照着镜子用铁丝手术那一段，观众需要一定的心理承受能力。我想电影的作用正是如此，提醒观众几十年前在法国还发生着这样的事情。这样的事情对女性是相当大的侵害，以后不能再发生。这是警示。假如未来我们有一天记不得现在发生的事了，那么还有电影可以记录。
不可能的。男性不可能懂得女性的痛（自然包括熱評上的幾位男性影評人）。
是自己曾经最喜欢的那类电影，精湛的剧作让场景被无数的细节推动，又很擅长运用电影的手段（e.g.流畅的镜头内调度和反打特写之间的突变，低频的、接近心脏状态的声响效果），在局部显露那些情感的振荡、在整体揭示女孩内心和外部的迁移，让观众去真实地共情这个病态社会下的女性困境。这种文本和风格的高度统一，很容易联想起坎皮恩的手法（只是这次坎皮恩操作了一个心理结构）。至于一些更具体的所想，被一位友邻都写到了
# 78 Venezia # 这片太绝了！某令人心理不适的场面第一次发生时直接有影评人吓昏被抬走，第二次出现时机位更加直接，疼痛感也像潮水般涌向观众，然后还有第三次…照这个趋势小K影后位置危险呀
第3472-身为男性，支持女性有自主选择权。那些宣称禁止堕胎的人是没摊到自己身上吧。
最近几年，描写女性堕胎的电影很多，但是还都没有《正发生》做的这么极端，将堕胎类比成了一场战争。因为没有人真正理解，所以安妮孤军奋战，争夺自己身体的控制权，甚至以伤害自己为代价来赢得主动，导演也非常私人动情地记录下这一切，仿佛说，它们还正在发生。
生育是无法控制的未来，是“只攻击女人的绝症，无差别的把她们都变成了家庭主妇。”开了保胎药的以及漠不关心的男医生，比起女朋友和胎儿更在乎朋友看法的男人，只有自己的生理疼痛这么真实。什么时候人类可以进化成女性愿意受孕才能受孕？女人想要性交才能性交？！
第78届威尼斯国际电影节最佳影片金狮奖。题材很好，虽然这类题材已经有一些了。但永远也不嫌多。
整体来说，2021的金熊金棕榈金狮都有点水。另外两部先锋一些，还能剑走偏锋的来吹，这部就比较常规了，但是也平淡如水，还不如432还有去年生孩子那个电影
*First thing first，这部从片名到内容都跟近期美国最高法院推翻罗诉韦德案很契合，想起之前看过的一条评论，说禁止堕胎并不能消灭堕胎现象，而只是剥夺了女性通过正规途径进行堕胎的权利，更多的女性将会因为不正规堕胎而死亡
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