在展现革命先辈高尚情操的影视作品中经常能看到这种片段,烈士的朋友家人攥着他的肩膀使劲晃着说,你疯了吗,你知不知道这样做你就等于毁了自己一辈子;烈士头一扬向镜头迈出一大步,对着镜头上方45度角激动的说,为了革命事业,断送我一个人又算得了什么。观众此时就唏嘘不已,感动万分,其实 Paul 和他有一样的高尚选择,值得让观众唏嘘不已,感动万分。光为了 那77,000,000 刀辣,也足够唏嘘感动了。
special recommended to 雄,with hornor of ur sticking to ur own way of life
正文: 首先音乐很棒,乡村摇滚,很乡土,美国的乡土 一个在大都市ny做停车厂收费员的小人物,who really stick to his own way of life, which's considered miserable. reminds me of 雄,always being confident in his zone,and that‘s firstly because he has a zone... no doubt the miserable paul is living like a loser through most people's eyes. even me the younger loser feel shame about him at some points, but he has two gifts at least, first he is good at criticising football game on the phone. secondly he enjoys what he's good at without any other distracton. that really makes the man live like he has a goal just as any other 'successful', 'normal' guy in the world. so he won't commit suicide and he won't act like a 马加爵 the sucker. this guy, when his family feel pity on him, and when most people are mean to him, just wont be lost. he is just a careful guy with his own kinda courage burst out at the fuckin proper time! braveness of his own, yeah fuck, it's his life, and maybe will be mine. 4 stars for the prediction, lost 1 for us, for neither of us contribute to the society that feeds us. fuck it, though.
如果说“与人相识“算是”观赏电影“的一个恰当比喻的话,这片头五分钟就可比作”相面“,《big fan》给人的第一印象用相亲流纯屌丝的的标签来分类就是”A罩杯丑得不能看“。还好我算是个想象力不弱忘性不小要求不高不怕遇人不淑就怕识人不深的社交流屌丝影迷,深谙相面技巧熟知片首段落是最能体现电影化叙事独特艺术魅力的动人外貌。因为多层次各线索的铺垫需求,我们很难简单方便地从这一个无聊透顶的主角和片头的两个简单场景中猜到导演将要带我我们什么。但如果耐心看至结尾反过来再看开头,才揣摩到用三年时间才完成《摔角王》剧本的Robert D. Siegel精益求精的一面,在这部自编自导的电影里他只用了五分钟有节奏的叙事,就不露痕迹地把主角Paul与母亲的冲突、与基友的相投志趣悄然的埋下伏线,用节俭平淡的语言创造了这个平凡平淡的小人物。
列夫•托尔斯泰曾经曰过:“艺术起源于一个人为了要把自己体验过的感情传达给别人,于是在自己心里重新唤起这种感情,并用某种外在的标志表达出来。”第二次看完这部影片,我一厢情愿地相信Paul这个艺术形象是作者Robert D. Siegel的自身体验的再现——在执着的追求被沦为笑柄,在选择妥协距离巨大回报仅仅一步之遥的时刻,庸俗和刻薄的阵前最伟大的坚守才能成就最孤独的尊严。这部电影让我心甘情愿地把Paul和Robert树为自己的偶像,感谢上苍赐予我的这一次巧合,让我在朝圣的路途中胸怀热血。
冲着Phil举起彩弹枪后,Paul悲壮地向这个世界道出了深藏心底的无奈抱怨“…and it wears me out”,又一个无情天下有情人的悲剧,但他不是英雄不是石头一样无情的修士他只是解构英雄解构信仰的有血有肉的狂热粉丝;从枪口中射出的不是群秒敌人的子弹,而是羞辱惊吓作弄另一个屌丝的彩弹;他在对手倒下后说出的不是“I’ll come back”也不是“我以我血荐轩辕”,他只是狠狠的说了句“Eagle Sucks!”战斗结束,Paul落荒逃跑,路上音乐响起轻盈的音乐,一如无谓轻淡如扩散在水中的墨水一样自由潇洒的,跟宏举大义无关的屌丝专属的那片颜色。