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Fight Club
nostradamus 发表于 2006-08-18 02:06:26
似乎对黑色的东西情有独钟,从小说到电影,有时候真的怀疑,自己是不是有自闭的倾向。
Fight Club就是这样一部黑色的电影,充斥着现代社会的病态与虚无。Jack是个失眠症患者,他不停参加各种绝症的安慰互助组织,在别人的痛苦里寻找慰藉,以填补自己内心的空虚,他成功了,在别人的痛苦中他安然入睡。而与他相同的Maria的介入使得Jack无法再次进行自我欺骗,他被迫返回现实,又再度失眠。日复一日的麻木的生活最终促使了Jack到Tayler的蜕变。他不再从别人的痛苦中得到安慰,而是从在搏击的肉体的痛苦中体验自身的存在,于是内心的虚无转化为了肉体的痛苦,Jack又一次从精神折磨中解脱出来。Tayler逐渐强大,搏击会仿佛宗教般给这个病态社会中一个个病态的人以心理上的慰藉,Tayler有了毁灭性的力量,他要控制这种力量,他要利用这种力量,在影片结尾,Jack开枪自杀,也毁灭了Tayler的存在,而窗外作为现代文明象征的摩天大楼在爆炸声中轰然倒地,预示着社会的毁灭与颠覆。
当物质凌驾于精神之上时,毁灭也就是一种必然了
也许是现代化的必然结果吧,这样的社会总给在其中的人们一种强烈的不真实感,世界太大了,我们无法衡量自己在这个世界里所处的位置,我们无法控制自己的生活。生活本身不是由自己控制的,就象发条橙,表面是有机物,内在却如机械驱动的机器,我们是吃饭的机器,睡觉的机器,工作的机器,追求物质的机器。生活有他自己的规则,我们只是执行规则的机器。我们不知道自己究竟需要什么,物质的需求极易满足,而精神只是虚空,无尽的虚空。物质是泛滥的,精神是空虚的,于是企图反物质带来精神上的救赎,等待着的必然是毁灭。
(一)极致的浪漫

MARLA What happened...?
JACK Don't ask.
MARLA My God, you're shot...
JACK Yes.
MARLA Who did this to you?
JACK I did, I think. But, I'm okay... I'm fine...
Jack looks to Marla, reaches to take her hand.
JACK I'm sorry... you met me at a very strange time in my life.
Marla says nothing , just looking at him.
ANOTHER BUILDING IMPLODES and COLLAPSES inward... and ANOTHER BUILDING... and ANOTHER...
(二)Edward Norton

也许就象某人说的,我就是喜欢Edward Norton略带神经质的长相。

其实,Fight Club里的Brat Pitt算什么,Norton才是影片最出彩的部分。

NAME..Edward Norton Jr.
HEIGHT..185 cms
WEIGHT..70 kgs
DATE OF BIRTH..August 18, 1969
PLACE OF BIRTH..Boston, Mass., U.S.A.
EDUCATION..Columbia School for Theatrical Arts in Columbia, Maryland; Wilde Lake High School in Columbia, Maryland (1987)
TERTIARY EDUCATION..Yale University in New Haven, Connecticut; majored in history (BA, 1991)
YU,哈哈,好,我的目标

黑色、忧郁,似乎这就是Edward Norton的特质,姑且可以称作是一种气质。
也好久不见他有新片了,小小地祝福一下。
(三)
We're the middle children of history man,
no purpose or place.
We have no great war, no great depression.
Our great war is a spiritual war;
our great depression is our lives.
FREEDOM
I found freedom.
Lost all hope was freedom.
It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything...
LOST
We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie
gods, and rock stars, but we won't, and we're slowly learning that fact, and we're very very
pissed off.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate, so we can buy shit we don't
need.
WHO AM I?
You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying
organic matter as everything else...
WHAT DO I HAVE?
Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing...
