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.
虽然故事简单俗套，不过电影的氛围感还是营造的很足的。
很好地了解了DS是什么。
5/10。浮皮潦草，蜻蜓点水。岛国一些AV拍得都不知道好到哪里去了。
噱头大于实质吧。期待《金鱼妻》，希望日剧能给力点。不要给我谈恋爱！！
既不唯美也不cult，不如隔壁365霸道黑总。
我年轻的人生还有许多新东西可以学习啊！（抽烟远目……）
3.5 蛮有意思的，试问谁不想做小狗狗的主人呢（危险发言🙊）
虽然我还是不能理解，但是尊重祝福。选取BDSM这类人群算是蛮有意思的，拍得也挺纯情的~
害，这种性少数的主流化作品真是一如既往烂啊。不过女主姐姐长得好好看啊（笑
Submission 臣服
比五十度啥那种脑残弱智片子好多了……前部分的情节设计得挺搞笑的
被骗了，借SM之名行恋爱之实的爱情轻喜，徐贤的妆造虽然很有味道，但演技真的很木，还不如其他女配
跳着看完了sm的片段，办公室恋情的结局理所当然的为了爱情辞职
很不错啊，全剧其实很收着，有表达BDSM，但不暴露也不过分，但还是让这部轻喜剧既有情色感觉，也很好玩。
尺度很轻的都市男女轻喜剧，男主角选角很好，长得不错，真的很像忠厚狗的类型，是优质m的样子。毕竟现实里大部分都非常猥琐和丑陋。虽然科普了一下sm，但是剧情后期的美好质地太过于韩剧，男m勇气地在众人面前替主人打抱不平并且坦白自己癖好，然后当众表白，我猜这种情况在现实发生几率为0。甚至在后面作为男女朋友之后，更像是角色扮演，毕竟在传统的男s女m的性转以后，女性远不如男性有侵略性和攻击性，也无外乎导演会拍的这么唯美了。本片更像是一个供大众意淫出的韩式爱情电影，毕竟哪个小姐姐不想要一个听话的小奶狗呢？
爱情轻喜剧，教育事业玩sm被公开，社会影响非常不好吧，真的能这么简单处理么。
朴贤真导演真是个「处心积虑」的心机X。表面上傻白甜似的做了一出「以女性为Dom」的戏码，实则暗地里依旧是在影射男性Sub在BDSM中的主导地位。女性Dom看似生理上取得胜利的背后，内核依旧是为讨好男性Sub的「私欲」而成为被控制、被胁迫、被牵着鼻子走的对象而已。从上司审问一场戏即可看出其「夹带私货」的本质以及对男性的「满腔恶意」。情节不错的电影，但不能深究，否则会让人对导演的「动机不纯」感到反胃。
这种题材算是比较新颖的，能拍出来就很棒了。都是食色男女，谁还没点癖好，不伤害他人就行。
其实是披着调那个教外衣的办公室爱情电影，连吻戏就那么一两个，尺度一点都不大哈哈。李濬荣演得可以啊！哭起来让人心疼，笑起来让人想摸，而且长得好帅好乖！！！嗷嗷嗷！他太像一个大狗狗了！
只能说男主太幸福了，他个SM向的男人，会有女主为了他什么都肯尝试。也是因为他长的帅，好吧，帅即是魅力。男主女主在公司茶水间做的事，被实习生的录音笔给录下来了，这个实习生还群发了邮件，他的初衷是只发给女主，想要用这个要挟她吧？结果，原来公司里，被录的不只他俩，还有好几个人，呵，干干净净的公司哟。在事情被广而告之后，他俩还留在了公司里，这胆子真是不小啦。在遇到女主前，男主只能隐藏着，在网上和别人交流。他因为能前女友说了，所以被抛弃。也怕再恋爱。别的么，没什么想说的了。
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