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.
***其实是艺术片 不能按照商业片（包含文艺片）的类型来看待
慢动作搞少一点至少能节约一个小时片长呢扎导，求您试一下吧
比复联好看，既然复联8.5，这个只能9了，
拍得真的好啊！表演！美学！声音！完成度真高！
并非漫威和dc粉，客观的讲确实感觉比漫威的电影更有艺术感，更让人印象深刻吧，各种史诗级油画般的画面，翻了下导演以前的作品，斯巴达300勇士，哦，原来是你这个家伙，难怪男性荷尔蒙这么足，四个小时前面略显拖沓，神奇女侠救人和闪电侠救人那段与剧情没啥关系显得多余，有些点也是不吐不快，神奇女侠每次动武就有专属bgm，有点搞笑，动不动车祸也是挺蛋疼，能换种意外事故？boss造型，老美对恶的形象都定型了吗？非得丑了吧唧穿上密集恐惧症的铠甲？也难怪小丑被吹了这么多年。虽然都知道缺点挺明显的，但是架不住整体观感就是好啊，动作一气呵成，爽爆了，画面每一帧都如同油画一般充满史诗的味道，传奇感陡然而升，氛围比漫威高大上了不止一个档次，可惜后面不会再拍了，但是也正是这点让结局意犹未尽，反而提高了观感
知道它有多来之不易，不忍打3星，这基本是一个导演的作品再创造过程，如美梦成真一般。虽然4小时确实够长，但该顾到的都顾到了，最关键还是铺垫了足够多的人物细节和情感，令角色更鲜活，画面也更庄严震撼。不过一定程度上放弃了传统电影的故事结构，更像是一本章回体的漫画，很多片段单领出来都绝佳，拥有足够明显的作者属性，合在一起就会顾此失彼。至少，近几年在对超英作品宏大叙事的追求上，扎导版《正义联盟》争取到了一席之地。
和院线版简直是两部电影，导剪版故事太流畅了，完全没有院线版的那种无理取闹的感觉，每个人物的故事线都是完整的，包括反派的故事也是非常完整的展现了出来。又和蝙超有呼应，还为后面的作品有铺垫，真的太棒了！！！打斗场面真的是史诗级，太过瘾了～
“韦斯安德森式霸王别姬”。作为四川人完全无法理性评价的一部电影，充满鬼气，看完手脚发凉。
几乎不记得原版说什么了，仿佛看了一部新电影。
不是DC粉也看的一本满足！求求给小闪安排个单人电影吧，孩子这么可爱。四小时看下来完全不累，甚至想再继续看下去，值得N刷。华纳你为什么不给拍续集了啊，你没有心。
釜山电影节看的。话剧电影。拍的挺工整。不过，中途我还是睡着了。
庞大的叙事题材, 独特的演绎形式. 是个很难的大课题. 3个小时的片长, 看出已经有了很多取舍, 但还可以狠心地再删减. 不过,保持现在这个样子,保持导演最想要的成品, 我认为是最好的状态. 片子和人一样, 不需要完美, 要的是生动有趣独一份儿. 力荐给所有人观看, 不可错过的华语电影.
（７／１０）感觉蝙蝠侠的形象不够突出，这片的实际主角是神奇女侠、钢骨、闪电侠三人。作为一个对超英不是很迷的路人，感觉还可以吧，尤其和扮相极其糟糕的公映版对比的时候。只是有些俗套的美式镜头、还有部分人物（我就不指明谁了）做作的演技，有些让人受不了。
七匹狼越看越像七龙珠里面的短笛？真的是原创吗？海王翻了两个小时的白眼。闪电侠把自己跑成了粒子对撞机。郑凯从头到尾穿个白大褂混了了一整部科幻片
《痴》是在讲他人，《椒麻堂会》讲的是自己的祖辈，是在写一种影像家史。是在有限的空间里，无限的想象力，重生到毁灭，两条叙事线的自然切换，人生如戏，舞台依旧。
用手工作坊的棚拍形式来讲述一段正在被遗忘的历史，影像极富创造力（划破天空极为惊艳），在轻巧、荒诞和幽默中包裹着命运的时代悲剧，亦能映照至当下的现实。按照去年洛迦诺主竞赛的整体水平来看，其实拿金豹也是可以的。
BIFF 放映，虛實交錯方式結合川劇來講中國近代史，很有趣
平行世界的复仇者联盟？？巴特，魔幻的级别和叙事的手法弱了点啊，最烦滥用慢镜头。。2个小时差不多了吧，碎觉比较重要。。弃了。。
前半段更为震撼。其实非希望这个故事更颠覆一些，更超现实，不必按着正史走，抗争可以多一些，甚至架空历史。
片子已经很不扎克施耐德了，无论是大众还是粉丝都能从中收获乐趣。故事大纲其实与院线版相差无几，但重在对人物背景和动机的补全，以及对未来的展望。其中许多角色的人物弧光的完成度很高，真的是一部会让人喜欢上DC的电影。不禁唏嘘，如果当年真的成功上映，DC会有怎样有趣的未来。
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