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.
2分。看了前面表示没看懂，看完全部也是一头雾水……看了影评才理解了大概，但还是欣赏无能。
BGM不错的。
本来我在无精打采的拨柚子吃，然后发现画风逐渐变态，你要是这个风格我可不困了啊……
nightmare，怪诞大赏，说了很多又好像什么都没说。坚持10min后就想看完。
看这片能想到黑石板的热评的那位真是重量级，这片里是有狂乱，但你绝对无法找到崇高
牛逼闪闪，充满想象力，也运用了几乎一切可以搭配的不同材质的绘画雕塑装置等艺术风格 以及大胆地真人与动画与不同像素级别的特效影像结合，从头到尾就是人类命运寓言
极致的实验地狱绘卷，集大成之作的cult邪典工业作品，三十年的创作的定格逐帧动画，呈现出来的是如同噩梦般的表演，本片主创过于沉浸自我挥洒脑洞的世界，导致有些段落实在不能接受，越到后面越来越迷幻与疯狂，一切都回到原点，什么宇宙大爆炸，人类起源以及神秘丰碑等等，不得不说虽然过于猎奇，但是当中塑模和场景搭建以及各种人事物的造型做工非常了得…
别，别给绥靖洗地了。希特勒的诞生是因为一战分赃不均啊！解决一个问题的方法难道是再制造一个问题吗？问也不问就把捷克小弟给卖了，不夜大英衰落史。
7分。生与死轮回不止，生命更迭的圣经故事。相当阴间的定格动画。无对白，全靠配乐烘托氛围，多年制作，道具细节很强。我看不懂但我大受震撼。
地上是弱肉强食，地下是奴役与镇压，再往深处去，金银财宝也无用了，是想要你的本命啊， 顺便再来一套金刚钻搜魂术，好家伙，祥林嫂的阿毛被狼叼去啦，铲屎的在互殴啦，我竟是宇宙的起源啦，时间会顺着走，也能逆着走，闹钟响了，我醒了
在看s11 rng打edg间隙看的这部电影，刚开始一度不知道哪个更恶心。看到第三局我悟了，继续看这部电影，竟然发现还可以，电影有很多暗喻和对人类文明的讽刺吧，看不甚懂，图个猎奇
制作真牛啊……构思、造型、流畅度、精致度、布景、打光都是定格动画最高水准，很难想象工作量究竟有多大，堪称奇迹了
没觉着恐怖，什么也没觉得，只觉得这是逗傻逼的
We don’t choose the times we live in. The only choice we have is how we respond. 德国纪实治愈系导演克里斯蒂安总能从冷峻题材里提炼出人性的温暖一面，非常喜欢结局的设定和You dream的片尾曲选择。试问：如果战前的领导人更勇敢更有智慧，历史是否会改写
我看不懂，但我大受震撼。不敢相信这是定格！
反战、反乌托邦、反托拉斯、渎神……等等？元素过多，没看懂。
我也是真困，分了三次才看完，中途迷瞪好几次
72/100 #Locarno2021# 人如蝼蚁、蛆虫，我们能看到阶级表达和大与小的对比，也能辨认出核战隐喻，新生婴儿穿行于后末日废土之中。在片中望远镜里看到的是历史还是未来？时间往哪个方向行走？或许还看到林奇、库布里克、芒蒂格...？在最后二十分钟色彩似乎才稍微有趣了起来。确切能看到的是工作量，因此常常在展示这些工作量，对空间的展示重于对观众真正地引导，似乎其中也并不真的有什么人物。当然，如果是B级恐怖片的逻辑，也许也不算大问题，问题是新鲜感还是不足够。
（6.5/10）其实不是很懂怎么给这一类电影打分。故事性太弱，剧情约等于没有，发生了一些事但就是单纯的。。。血腥，性，暴力，神棍。解剖实验，肮脏之地，数不清看起来恶心但又似乎有点可怜的生物做着工作一样的东西，在恐惧中被虐待着死亡是常事。从表达效果上来看，它已经做到了，而且是定格动画，都是实物，真的给人一种恶心和奇怪的感觉，有几段是不是3D建模或者就是真人演得啊hhh。偶尔有几个地方艺术感真的很强。。就这样吧，不知道说什么，确实有些掉san了，是不是做到这一点这一类噩梦电影就算成功了？
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