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.
以为结局男女主过马路会冲出一辆车把他们撞飞。。。
就值这么多 我不懂这7.8怎么来的 要剧情没剧情 要逻辑没逻辑 特效在好莱坞里也只是刚好及格的水平
一天只能玩一小时游戏，小心过十年我们还做不出这种爆米花电影
消遣时间时可以看一下，挺有趣的。
那些npc就是我本人啊！大部分时间都在吃饭上班睡觉，然后突然有一天萌生了“为什么”的疑问，于是一切就开始了，我的代码改变了，往日机械的生活也停止了，产生厌倦的同时居然还开启了意识的活动，由此挑起了一系列的状况，比如辞职，比如旅行，比如骑自行车逛公园，比如划船，甚至还想体验滑翔和跳伞。啊，看完这部电影我才知道，原来这一系列的状况，叫觉醒。换言之，就是活着。
PS：马东锡超强的个人魅力撑起了这个系列，就像基努之于疾速追杀一样
PS: 本作某些戏份, 绝对是出人意料且令人惊喜的, 同时作为全作的画龙点睛部分之一, 极为有效的提升了作品的观感及完成度。
这样的原创剧本包裹一个老派内核的“传统”好莱坞大片在如今简直就是稀有动物。尽管依然存在各种各样对游戏界想当然的理解与刻板印象（找jacksepticeye来客串也没用），好在影片娱乐性与完成度都属及格线上。不过这么一个拥护原创独立制作、鄙视只会出IP衍生的主旨出自已经被达斯米奇收购的大厂，也真挺讽刺的
23年，【虚拟】和【现实】生存法则的边界逐渐模糊，但对【真实】的追求，却一如既往让人激动。
喜剧的内核果然是悲剧。我觉得结局可悲伤了怎么回事……
在类似GTA的游戏里诞生的AI居然有一颗圣母童心我不信hhhh明明最适合AI的摇篮是养成系（不是）这几年西部世界的觉醒精神已经植入人心，其实还万万没到那一步，我脑子里想到更多的是TRON2，干脆顺着电缆……（打住！）
电影人还是那么傲慢地不了解游戏。
还不错，设定很有趣，画面很美+完成的很好。一直觉得女主面熟，原来居然是小变态。。。（Channing Tatum +美队里面有客串哦）。看的时候一直在想编程如何让npc有意识并且反抗，停机了以后如何再唤醒npc的记忆呢……（老板设定太刻板印象+结局一般般扣一星
看这片子脑袋里全都是《恋与制作人》这乙女游戏…敲，仔细想想，所以你想说的是玩乙女游戏的实质就是和程序员谈恋爱吗！
标准的暑期档电影，瑞安·雷诺兹第n部“死侍”，还是挺好笑的，就是特效有点粗糙，碰瓷《头号玩家》还是不至于吧。
看这片子脑袋里全都是《恋与制作人》这乙女游戏…敲，仔细想想，所以你想说的是玩乙女游戏的实质就是和程序员谈恋爱吗！
比预料的有深度。末尾的设计超级 solar punk
一開始它是喜劇，接著它變成哲學片，最後它成了愛情片。好喜歡後面的彩蛋。
哪有什么人工智能NPC拯救世界，不过是程序员把对你的喜欢码进他和你一起做的游戏里了，怎么看都浪漫的要死。翻译进个厂吧emperor从来都是帕皇，维皇是什么鬼？？？ （才反应过来现在20世纪福斯也是迪士尼的）
头号玩家+楚门的世界+土拨鼠之日 结尾也很浪漫 相爱真的是一件十分幸福的事情
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