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.
暴力是不暴力，但黄是真的黄。
今年的还可以看耶，没有前几年那么离谱😂明年gin终于又要登场了吗｜记录一下：依然动作片，警校组回忆，涩谷高低差，红蓝碰砰，俄罗斯反派，警视厅三大cp都发了糖，高佐又亲亲，小柯幻想和兰结婚，本部开挂的除了主角柯南，主要还是日本人民最爱的安室透……（这次赶上降价➕周三优惠➕学生优惠，只花了1000日元！）
太能恶搞了，法国人确实有点东西，擅长屎尿屁这种东西，值得一看，欢乐无比的一个多小时
看着很开心啊 很粗俗 很恶搞 但是看着就是很开心啊 看到了漫威 还看到了DC 还有小小的温情
看到中间就能猜到凶手了，全程笑着看完的。小五郎这次躺了全程，怕是做了个涩谷109的广告，除了柯南，透子也开始超越物理定律了。全程就是涩谷的广告。
笑死。。法国人的幽默也是独树一帜😂各种嘲讽超英，太逗了。。。
梗太多了太好笑了，要和喜欢超级英雄的朋友们一起看观感更加。
就真的还可以！可以说是一部花了钱的灾难大片！
看着片，脱脑而出的是一句网络话“把爷给整笑了”，导演的小包袱一个接一个抖，从小签签王套套，到七亿欧元刚修完的巴黎圣母院，以及最后的植入广告吸尘器，还搞了下漫威和碟中谍，简直是备齐痒痒挠还附送法式浪漫～爱上朋友他妈那种。
看前，2022了 还有松田正平呢！渋谷特辑。看后，动作片，算ok的啦。5人组可以。
适合用来se vider la tête的喜剧，梗好密集，因为太久没这么笑过了多加一星！对超英片审美疲劳到不能更疲劳的当下，倒是很好的缓解了我的应激反应w
这难道不是B站的二创内容?加长了一下变成了电影。
给五星！最后又哭又笑，跟着樱花妹一起看真的很容易带入感情😭😭
8.0 这个恶搞太厉害了 比那些好莱坞恶搞片好笑太多 超大的脑洞 笑死个人
相对于漫威是真的省，但是确实不少地方还挺搞笑的
看到中间就能猜到凶手了，全程笑着看完的。小五郎这次躺了全程，怕是做了个涩谷109的广告，除了柯南，透子也开始超越物理定律了。全程就是涩谷的广告。
2022映画第5部，4星。好好讲个故事就值得打4星了。不知道青山是不是后悔让警校组便当领的那么快，开始打出回忆杀，不过自然流畅没有特别刻意。原来松田才死了3年，然后这3年间又有2人相继离世，只剩rei。柯南纪年让我十分混乱。有个场景还画出了控制疫情要戴口罩的海报，和现实中的一模一样，可是剧里不仅没人带口罩，还在万圣节聚集在渋谷，只想说，什么鬼。明年剧场版预告，只用了一句话，就换回了电影院里やばいやばい此起彼伏的声音。必须锁定。
终于换编剧了！！！！！不带期待去看电影果然比较容易收获惊喜。
好多地方都有嚇到我！一開始的婚禮、小五郎車禍還有最後的葬禮⋯真的近年最佳 警蕭五人組真的太虐🥺又帥哭我真的好氣為啥要把這麽好的一些人寫死🥲 整體好看！期待明年😻
今年这部剧情可以，警察学校的大家都很帅气，虽然柯南的足球越来越离谱hhh
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