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.
想要的太多了反而有点四不像和松散，但，战士们真的太可敬，心疼，感恩，感谢
谢谢盗梦，看了点映。很有条理地交代了战争的来龙去脉，很认真地描绘了每个有血有肉的人物，很有心地演绎了战士之间不同的情义。战争的镜头很真实很震撼。是一部很用心的电影。
第二是战斗场面剪辑衔接过快。就像一场篮球赛被剪成了进球集锦。
主旋律的电影，但是特别有不一样的味道，三位导演结合让电影更精彩，故事性很丰富，前后非常饱满，剧情也很多远，亲情，兄弟情，战友情，战争场面十分过瘾，不仅仅是战火纷飞的年代，也有战士们可爱的生活情节。易烊千玺的表演也是很有进步，继续努力。吴京，胡军，李晨等诠释的军人也是非常自然真实。
转折有点生硬，情节有点混杂，特效有点尴尬...结果最后我还是给了四星
这封信告诉先辈们：
剧情拖沓，不需要刻意煽情的地方一直煽情，在看到中华的大好儿郎踏上火车的时候我就泪目了，这都是中国的孩子，中国的军人，这一去能回来多少，又有多少现在还埋骨他乡呢，愿我的祖国越来越强大。
大场面很多但是没有重点和高潮，全片也展示了志愿军战士们艰苦的作战条件和不屈的钢铁意志，国庆节还是值得一看的。珍爱和平来之不易。
无数个千里万里换来的今天，我们应该好好珍惜。
哪有什么岁月静好，不过是有人替我们负重前行。不论英雄，致敬军人的荣耀。
整体算是不错，志愿军冻成冰雕和侦察机在石场炸活人两场小情节拿捏到位，两处高潮比较喜欢水门桥那一场，胡军真的可爱。
京玺兄弟演技依旧无话可说，泪水没有断过，偶尔笑中带泪却还是心疼。其他一众演员，也真的太优秀了，尤其雷公开车运炮弹那段，简直爆哭！
咱们国家的主旋律片真的越拍越有水平了！战争场面的细节很到位，慢速和特写镜头的运用效果十足，代入感拉满，连成线的子弹让“枪林弹雨”这个词瞬间有了画面感和紧张感。两场战争戏节奏把握的都很好，三个小时也不觉得疲劳。人物刻画很丰满，情绪渲染也很自然。吴京不愧是中国票房最高的男人！
卫国之战，国家电影工业化的体现，前期无论是杭美援朝的铺垫，还是中途的遭遇战都令人印象深刻，后面大决战效果没有出来，某些片段音乐太满，盖过了人物剧情
愿祖国世代繁荣昌盛，
千玺很灵，战争场面很宏大，前半段云山战役后部分长津湖战役，故事基本按照历史事实拍的，很精彩
看之前觉得会哭，看完觉得影片度把握的很好，没有刻意的煽情。荡气回肠，气势磅礴。基本上近2个小时的镜头交给了战争场面，音效很赞。但穿插着人物性格描写部分还是透着兰晓龙独特的军痞风~群像之下，写的最好的人物是胡军那个人物，有血有肉（啊！胡军演的太好了！）。四字弟弟完成一个85分的表演，害怕的时候我相信他真害怕了，但坚毅的时候我从他眼里看到了执念，未来可期。
片长太长，个别情节与历史事实有出入，演员表演总体到位，还算对的起票价吧
我很喜欢这部电影，从开始到结尾，都喜欢！一直都想找时间看看《长津湖》，但总因为三个小时的时长而犹豫，总害怕这样长的主旋律电影会充满了拖沓、说教和过度煽情，然而都没有。影片从一开头就吸引着我，探亲的战士抱着哥哥的骨灰盒行舟湖上，顽皮的少年在岸边投石撒欢，好一副充满生活和趣味的画面。整部电影虽然长，但却并不拖沓，节奏紧凑，张弛有度，三个小时看下来竟然意犹未尽。影片着重描述了两场战役：半山民宅和打北极熊团，此外穿插着一些行军的艰难和战士间的嬉戏，让观众的神经不至于全程紧绷。没有特意去煽情，仅仅通过一些真实特写就让人动容，比如啃冻土豆，比如冰雕连。篇幅有限，最后，跟着字幕默念：伟大的中国人民志愿军烈士永垂不朽！
一起看过的电影266。基本感觉不到3个小时的流逝，中间的遭遇战非常精彩，很有红海行动救大使那段的气质。败笔1，美军形象依旧假大空，台词配音像英语新闻联播；败笔2，硬要扯一段大榆洞的情节画蛇添足，教员下定决心出兵和个人家庭安危完全两码事没必要用这种情节刻画；败笔3，正题长津湖下竭隅里战斗又双叒叕变成了人海冲锋，美军真是傻子吗这么多人挤一起机枪也没撂倒几个；败笔4，杨根思的故事是没机会上大荧幕了吗？非要接在这后面，冰雕连不是要拍吗，这么多部抗美援朝题材电影都是各自为政想挑哪段就哪段
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