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.
追日，银河下的袋鼠雪橇，地球星环，太浪漫了~就是开心麻花的冷笑话还是那么尬~
沈腾这么油腻的老脸，依然能靠演技让人觉得很帅，国产男演员里，也就他了。
1.开心麻花版《火星救援》，外表是喜剧，内核却是彻骨悲剧；2.致敬了诸多科幻片，《终结者》《2001太空漫游》《异形》；3.沈腾的演技越发游刃有余，完全可以胜任正剧男主了。
虚伪而自恋，幸存者是陪衬，女性是附庸，全部让渡给了，英雄拯救世界，牺牲小我成就大我，自我感动的舞台。机械化缺乏细节的主角形象，模板化按部就班的笑点，牺牲的命令不由上级做出不用女主传达，让主角自己听到并毫无转折立刻接受。看完念念不忘的是，那两个喊着我不信后被消失的路人，究竟是在讽刺还只是在当做笑点。
说啥都应该给四星，毕竟是我们第一次在电影里拯救了地球！而且，马丽在沈腾面前最美😏泽跟我一起看电影养了个坏习惯，关键时刻偷摸看我哭没哭，真出戏啊！
好多经典金曲啊，《回家之路》《月光下的凤尾竹》《轻轻地告诉你》，还有一些原创歌曲也都好听到爆，配乐相当洗耳
不是每个人都会自动带入这对cp，也不是每个人都相信含腾两百分百就是好片
离奇设定、架空背景是把双刃剑，玩好了是标新立异，玩砸了是四不像，让观众难以沉浸。但开心麻花这方面一直是可以的，设定玩得再花，人物和故事都能立住。
马丽也演绎了一个有血有肉的指挥官，一直觉得她是被喜剧耽误的影后。
原著漫画支撑起全片稳定发展的故事线，百分百含腾量支撑起大部分的情绪共鸣，《独行月球》虽然有国产喜剧一些固有瑕疵，但这披着科幻外皮的开心麻花舞台剧也是国产电影尝试新方向正需要的试金石。
电影院座无虚席，但是看得如坐针毡。这七拼八凑的剧情，基本梗都是能预估的俗套，几分钟来一次的主旋律升华…不如看八一建军。
比想象中的好，科幻制作上合格，整体合格，对现在来说是少有的值得去电影院看的电影了，加一星。这尼玛也太难了……
当月球版《黄河的水干了》响起的时候，感觉被意外落在月球的独孤月既悲凉又好笑，配乐太妙了
看得挺开心的，没有听说的那么悲伤啊，我感觉我没掉几滴眼泪，但是沈马组合真不错，希望可以一直维持下去。
观影体验超出预期，也许以后在电脑上看，这就是一部平平无奇煽情老套的披着科幻的喜剧片。然而影片的特效扎实逼真，在影院有更好体验。剧情框架偏灾难型，但表现得很浪漫很温馨，去掉那些刻意的笑料，其实是一部很励志正能量的科幻片，某些场景放在当下环境也非常合适。娱乐放松，推荐一看。
3、沈腾的头盔质量简直好的离谱，别跟我说什么喜剧片不用讲逻辑这种蠢话；
笑点都比较低级
唯一的惊喜点在于对体制运行（潜）规则本身的讽刺以及对迷影梗的有机运用，算是一种做科幻喜剧的正确方向，剩下的基本就都是问题了。另外，为了完成度东拼西凑了那么多就像抄了篇廉价的三手范文，拼到最后最好的还是"Take Me Home, Country Roads"，唉，是啊，它终于也在我们自己的“科幻片”出现了
一切都是巧合，一切也都是意外，意外的很巧，巧的也很意外。就在这来来回回之间，“刚子”出现了，一场酷似鲁滨逊漂流记般的流浪与自救之旅就此展开。
我不喜欢“牺牲小我”，人类真是渺小又自大。有笑到，但不感动。几个配角很拉垮，辣木，韬韬，没必要吧？
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