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.
一夜情，前妻，Jimmy choo，被归化的外国男和混血女儿，咖啡店，ktv，传说中的土耳其和yy电影女星，所谓时髦元素堆砌，不知所云。音乐挺好听的，但没起到作用，转场突兀。
有人说，终于看到有导演可以像伍迪艾伦拍纽约一样拍上海。这一次我们中国知识分子，不用充满使命感的去悲悯世人，关注底层命运，只是描摹中产生活，表达个体感受。只是感觉那些堆起来的上海元素略显刻意，笔力分散，人物的精神层次没来及刻画。但还是一次非常好的尝试，一个良好的开端。
好看，开心，音乐好听，爱倪虹洁，比男主角自己拍的电影好看太多了。
最后一个长镜头，主演们的观影习惯，我认为费里尼有被冒犯到，也引起我的生理不适。我不认为，这是一种致敬方式，如果仅仅讲一个嵌套费里尼《爱情神话》的“罗马假日”式的偶遇故事，就是「神话」了，那爱情，未免也太肤浅了吧。全片像极了上海地方台的生活情景剧，丝毫没有get到笑点，徐峥与小女孩的台词抖包袱，也是一个“尬”字了得。你可以说，它是夹带了导演私货，献给上海的情诗，是不是也可以说，在上海这样开放的大都会，却使用了沪语甚至只有上海人才懂的梗，来呈现故事叙事。真的想说，这也太狭隘和没有格局了。全片可惜了这阵容卡司演员，导演拍出40集电视连续剧既视感，但却连情节剧的叙事能力，也没有。可能抱有太高期待，全程真是失望透顶。如果「题眼」是离异人群的中年友情与爱情，那我也不愿意接受这种假惺惺的扭捏和造作。
富婆倪虹洁找中年徐峥，邓小闲的徐峥找拖油瓶离婚女性，对男人的要求这么低的吗？一个文艺的对你好的男人，要找中年男人也得是《人潮汹涌》里万茜找刘德华啊，看看索菲亚罗兰都知道找20岁的文艺大学生老乌。。。
讲自己“不过是犯了全世界男人都会犯的错”的蓓蓓，称自己“老公失踪，有钱有闲，状态最好”的格洛瑞亚，把自己两万块的Jimmy choo说成是两百块只为让男主不要过于愧疚的李小姐，三个女人的一台戏足够精彩。女性即使年轻不再也依旧可以浪荡潇洒，魅力四射，以自己的方式谱写自己的爱情神话。
乐在其中的不知道是不是皈依小资自以为高人一等的人，评分能被抬到8.3说明打高分的人估摸着心里向往的也是这一阶层的纸醉金迷玩世不恭，仿佛和他们保持一致优越感就有了，看得我如坐针毡…
最油膩的其實是配樂，但不妨礙在國產電影維度交出了一份好的成績。對於習慣逃避真實城市風情和缺乏中產描繪的中國商業電影，那份在地性和不做作都挺珍貴，最喜歡的是一些對白的subtext寫法以及結尾周野芒的solo演出，情緒高潮竟是由副線周野芒一人完成，且並不失效，這其實滿破格。兩岸三地女性新導演們在文本角度碾壓男導演們幾乎已是客觀事實。
不灵啦不灵啦，可以接地气但不要接地府。我花钱来看聊天记录来了！
上海小资情调的中年生活，全程聊天，没有完整商业化故事设计。
由于平原上的火焰撤档，所以才临时看这个，但是真的超出预期了，年近五十的人也可以好浪漫啊
突然有点 get 到上海的好了，与其说是什么文化，倒不如说是长期的财富聚集带来的普遍的选择自由——不是说高端低端，也不是说每个人选择的情况多种多样，而是说可选择的余地很大所以想选确实可以随便选——因此似乎所有角色，甚至是鞋匠，都在生活，而不只是生存。经济基础决定上层建筑，文化都是物质积淀出来的。我相信50年后到我死的时候，在社会主义中国，各地的人都已经懂得了生活的自由，也都可以活得浪漫，像是神话。
市井上海人×明星意大利人，门到一股海派米道。周野芒的故事如电影般迷离梦幻、亦真亦假——人生如影、影如人生。
Life is not a Fellini film. 中国竟然也有这种聊天的电影了，几场戏的对话都太棒了！能闻到弄堂小巷里的烟火气。
洋酒穿肠，美肴下肚； 谈笑风生，好不快活。以为只是一个中年偶像剧，围绕着庸常琐碎打转；却更像悲喜交加的人生组曲，千滋百味。它没有强行为角色们创造任何选择，而是让各路特色小铺、闲适悠闲的沪味生活浑然一体的洒脱与惬意来作为准则；到底是神话还是笑话，都交由他们自己书写。但更难得的还是齐聚了三位都在近年来因为各种热剧重回人们视线、并且不断值得更多好机会的女演员们；每个人的风姿多彩与绽放的火花仿佛可以加开「沪版《爱很美味》」，让人们感受她们在这个阶段也恣意散发的无边魅力。
主要角色看似性格突出，但构造得非常虚弱，金句掩盖了人物真正的行事逻辑和弧光，反而立不起来。俏皮话的加入也容易破坏对话、进而叙事的流畅性。贴满小红书标签、抖几个电影名就叫文艺浪漫了，不知道从哪学的臭毛病。
上海小资情调的中年生活，全程聊天，没有完整商业化故事设计。
这是拍给上海人看的电影吗？嗯，是的。这是上海中年爷叔的生活吗？不是，翻转过来，是献给都市女性的电影。（迷影梗很多，女性主义梗也不少，感觉导演后台很硬的样子）
设计感过重 靠台词和语言来表达观念 令人失望
嗲格。/几乎没有龙标电影的陋处，反而展现出满满的独立气质，好看死了。爱情片天花板，爱情片前面甚至不用加限定词前缀。
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