十个小情妇

一开始还没意识到，frank家窗外的空地就是911的废墟。
他说：再撞一次我也不搬家。


2道冲天的蓝色光柱，那样巨大的幽灵。
到底想纪念什么呢？


有一天--也许人生彻底失控了--会油然而生荒诞的感觉。
一瞬间灵魂出窍，看自己的身体孤独机械的在世界上走走停停，就像看一部闷死人的电影。
没剧情也就罢了，连背景音乐都没有。


想起当年同桌的女生，如今居然去了华尔街，彻底两个世界。她当年数学还不如我吧。
第一个陪我看电影的女生呢--虽然只是出于好心，帮我实现个夙愿...

我的镜子上很干净，没有白色的单词。
自己也歇了吧。

影片讲述了一个黑帮小头目在入狱前最后时间，一边调查自己被出卖的事情真相，一边与亲友道别的故事。打动我的是影片披着暴力、糜乱外衣下的温情，这种温情有时表达方式很特别，甚至有点暴力，但却忍不住感动，尤其是最后十分钟关于如果还有第二十五个小时的想象—在一个陌生的小镇，重新开始新的生活，给孙子孙女们讲那些离奇的黑帮故事—瞬间飙泪。爱德华诺顿的演技一如既往的精彩，狠毒、张狂、温柔自由切换，完美诠释了一个本性善良的黑帮人物性格的矛盾和形象的多面.

　“　Monty（爱德华·诺顿 Edward Norton 饰）牵着他的狗在纽约散步，白天，他去了他以前就读的学校拜访了他的老友Jacob（菲利普·塞默·霍夫曼 Philip Seymour Hoffman 饰），Jacob在里面当英语老师，课上他的女学生Mary（安娜·帕奎 因 Anna Paquin 饰）非常活跃。而Monty和Jacob的另一个好友Frank（巴里·佩珀 Barry Pepper 饰）则在公司忙碌地工作着。事情的起因是某天的下午，Monty回到家，发现女友Naturalle（罗莎里奥·道森 Rosario Dawson 饰）在家门口等待许久。两人正在浴缸里调情的时候，警察突然来敲他们的家门。Monty藏在沙发里的毒品被发现。因此他被起诉，被判入狱7年。Monty离进监狱只剩下几个小时的时间了，他开始怀疑是不是女友出卖了他。Monty去找了他的老爸，两人谈了很多很多，之后他们一群人去到酒吧，却意外地遇到了Jacob的女学生Mary。24小时过去了，下一个小时开始，Monty就要开始他的监狱生涯...... ©豆瓣”

这是豆瓣的影片介绍，我一直期待着那神奇的第“25小时”，但谁知道，影片也就此结束。

影片简介就能交代完的内容，竟然能扯上2个多小时！

里面很多段落，比如交易员和老板斗嘴、和同事争吵、辱骂散工，男主逛校园和老师的谈话，删掉对影片有影响么？

很多段落，比如三人相约去酒吧，从开始等男主到男主去见老大，将近30分钟缩短至5分钟对人物、对情节有影响么？

这影片究竟想表达什么？我翻了以往影评，最高赞影评竟然是一段台词的复制。

可见这部又普通又冗长的片子乏味到什么程度！除了强行夸Ed演技好，夸台词牛，实在没地方贴金了！

这就是部烂片！

[Monty standing in the men's bathroom, talking to himself in a mirror with a "FUCK YOU" written on it]
Monty Brogan: Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.
[pause]
Monty Brogan: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

    You know how they find people?
    They find them when they come home.People went away,but they usually come back,that's why they got caught.
    So you go,and never come back,never come home.
    Let's drive,keep driving, Head out to the middle of nowhere, take that road as far as it takes us.
    You've never been west of Philly, have ya? This is a beautiful country Monty, it's beautiful out there, like a different world. Mountains, hills, cows, farms, and

white churches.
    I drove out west with your mother one time, before you was born. Brooklyn to the Pacific in three days.
    Just enough money for gas, sandwiches, and coffee, but we made it.
    Every man, woman, and child alive should see the desert one time before they die.
    Nothin' at all for miles around.
    Nothin' but sand and rocks and cactus and blue sky.
    Not a soul in sight. No sirens. No car alarms. Nobody honkin' atcha.
    No madmen cursin' or pissin' in the streets.
    You find the silence out there, you find the peace.
    You can find God. So we drive west, keep driving till we find a nice little town.
    These towns out in the desert, you know why they got there?
    People wanted to get way from somewhere else.
    The desert's for startin' over.
    Find a bar and I'll buy us drinks.
    I haven't had a drink in two years, but I'll have one with you, one last whisky with my boy.
    Take our time with it, taste the barley, let it linger. And then I'll go.
    I'll tell you dont ever write me, dont ever visit, I'll tell you I believe in God's kingdom and I'll see you and your mother again, but not in this lifetime.

You'll get a job somewhere, a job that pays cash, a boss who doesn't ask questions, and you make a new life and you never come back.
    Monty, people like you, it's a gift, you'll make friends wherever you go.
    You're going to work hard, you're going to keep your head down and your mouth shut.
    You're going to make yourself a new home out there.
    You're a New Yorker, that won't ever change.
    You got New York in your bones.
    Spend the rest of your life out west but you're still a New Yorker.
    You'll miss your friends, you'll miss your dog, but you're strong.
    You got your mother backbone in you, you're strong like she was.
    You find the right people, and you get yourself papers, a drivers license.
    You forget your old life, you can't come back, you can't call, you can't write.
    You never look back.
    You make a new life for yourself and you live it, you hear me?
    You live your live the way it should have been.
    But maybe, this is dangerous, but maybe after a few years you send word to Naturelle.
    You get yourself a new family and you raise them right, you hear me?
    Give them a good life Monty. Give them what they need.
    You have a son, maybe you name him James, it's a good strong name, and maybe one day years from now years after im dead and gone reunited with your dear ma, you

gather your whole family around and tell them the truth, who you are, where you come from, you tell them the whole story.
    Then you ask them if they know how lucky there are to be there.
    It all came so close to never happening.
    This life came so close to never happening.

fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it
　　fuck the panhandlers grubbing for money,
　　smiling at me behind my back.
　　Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car.
　　Get a fucking job.
　　Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs,curry steaming out their pores,stinking up my day.
　　Terrorists in fucking training.Slow the fuck down!
　　getting one of those operations that elongate your penis.
　　Fuck the Chelsea Boys with their waxed chests and pumped-up biceps, going down on each other in my parks and on my piers,jiggling their dicks on my Channel 35!
　　Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic .
　　Ten yeras in the country,still no speakee English.
　　Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach.
　　Mobster thugs sitting in cafes,sipping tea in little glasses,sugar cubes between their teeth,wheelin'
　　 and dealin' and schemin'.
　　Go back where you fucking came from.
　　Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim strolling up and down 47th Street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff,selling South African apartheid diamonds.
　　Come on.Your wife deserves this.
　　Fuck the Wall Street brokers.
　　Self-styled masters of the universe.
　　Michael Douglas-Gordon Gekko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hardworking people blind.
　　Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life.
　　You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit?
　　Give me a fucking break.
　　Fuck the Puerto Ricans.
　　Twenty to a car,swelling up the welfare rolls.
　　worst fucking parade in the city.
　　And don't even get me started on the Dominicans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
　　Who's this fuckin' guy?! Get the fuck outta here!
　　Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair,their nylon warm-up suits,their St.anthony medallions,swinging their Jason Giambi Louisville Slugger baseball bats trying to audition for "The Sopranos."
　　Fuckin' crack your fuckin' head open !
　　Bensonhurst!bensonhurst!
　　Fuck the Upper EAst Side wives wth their Hermes scarves and their $50 Balducci artichoke.
　　Taxi!
　　Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched all taut and shiny.
　　You're not fooling anybody,sweetheart.
　　Taxi!
　　Fuck the Uptown brothers.
　　They never pass the ball,they don't want to play defense,they take five steps on every layup to the hoop,and then they want to turn around and blame evrything on the white man.
　　We not giving it up!
　　We not giving it up!
　　slavery ended 137 years ago.
　　Move the fuck on.
　　Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers
　　and their 41 shots,standing behind a blue wall of silence.
　　You betray our trust!
　　Fuck the priests who put their hands sown some innocent child's pants.
　　Fuck the church that protects them,delivering us into evil.And while you're at it,fuck J.C.
　　He got off easy-- a day on the cross ,a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity.Try seven years in fucking Otisville,J.
　　FUck Osama bin Laden ,AI Qaeda,and backward-ass cave-dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere.
　　On the names of innoceant thousands murdered,I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your 72 whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell.You towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass.
　　"I notice how many of what Ionce thought
　　"were evidences of repression ,sexual or otherwis.."
　　fuck Jacob Elinsky.
　　Whinin malcontent.
　　Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend,judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.
　　Fuck Naturelle Riviera.I gave her my trust, and she stabbed me in the back.Sold me up the river.Fucking bitch.
　　Fuck my father with his endless grief,standing behind that bar,sipping on club soda,selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
　　ALL:Let's go ,Yankees!
　　Fuck this whole city and everyone in it,from the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avevue,from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in soho,from the tenements in Alphabet city to the brownstones in Park Slope to the split-levels in Staten Island, let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage ,let it burn to fucking ash,and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole art-infested place.
　　No,Fuck you,Montgomery Brogan.You had it all,and you threw it away,you dumb fuck!
　　
还有比这更精彩的台词，但目前还未发现！

在一口气看了6部外国电影（5部爱德华诺德主演）后，我只有一个念头，中国导演都是垃圾！

当然，念头马上更正，绝对是人们经常要犯的错误！


人人都会认为毒贩活该千刀万剐，的确，可是他们也是人。他们有家人，有爱人，有朋友，还有一条狗。

我们谴责他们。
但我们更应该谴责这个物质横流、精神空虚的社会！

不过，谁能离开物质？

因为我们贫乏得只剩下物质。

这部电影和《搏击俱乐部》有异曲同工之妙。

《25小时》不是典型的斯派克.李，黑人导演闯进了伍迪艾伦的领地，开始拍摄纽约故事，看似一个人的内心自我挣扎，其实是斯派克李的一贯手法，凸显人与环境的关系。作为环境的纽约不幸成了诺顿在卫生间对着镜子咒骂的对象，FUCK纽约的一切，包括它的复杂与对立。从小跟随父母从亚特兰大搬到纽约布鲁克林区的斯派克李对于纽约这样一个城市有着特殊的感情，我不能说比伍迪艾伦还深，但至少是斯派克李风格的。

作为一个毒贩的爱德华诺顿24个小时后将在第25个小时开始他七年的监狱生活，有谁能改变这一切？父亲、朋友或者情人，到最后才发现父亲这个角色的确让人敬仰。父亲说，永远不要回家，永远不要回纽约，不要给我写信，不要来看我，才能永远逃亡。离开了纽约这样一个城市环境，人的身份会变吗？答案是会。没有了毒贩、夜店、中央公园、狗、朋友，没有了所有的一切，生活就不是原来的样子了。毒贩就不再成为毒贩，但25小时后，纽约还是纽约！

废话不多说。

结构上，整部影片“严格”遵循了三一律的要求，在24小时之内，围绕着一个中心时间，在一个中心地点——纽约（上中下城，自布鲁克林到上东区全覆盖盖，象征一个舞台的全部）。当我们以一种戏剧的眼光来阅读时，我们发现了一些更有意思的事情。比如大段独白的运用（诺顿那段爽到飞起的 F-word Insult），全场景展示（Tiro 互殴那一场戏，Siplke Lee 罕见地抛弃了180度原则，全场景拍摄剪切——应该拍了很多场）等等。

环形结构也贯穿影片始终。一件发生在前面的事情、出现在前文的场景，必然有一件后面的事情或者一个场景相对应。比如 Monty owning and disowning the dog; the dog beaten ----Kostya beaten; Monty sitting by the river in the morning and Francis sitting on the same bench at sunset …

在环形结构的基础上，导演采用了多线叙述的方式，尽可能多地将故事的触角延伸到时空的各个角落，形成了“多个”不自足的文本，这些文本与主线——Monty 入狱——之间有大量的留白（比如 Naturelle 和 Monty 自相遇到同居（？）之间的大量省略；再比如 Francis 窗外一组废墟镜头之后的故事等等），在故事层扩充了文本的想象空间。这个层面上来说是，多线叙事是一个足够鸡贼的策略。

为了避免多线叙述“鸡贼”之外的风险，Spike Lee 采用了一种与 Do The Right Thing 完全不同的处理方法。他在影片发展的过程中不断设置悬念并逐一适时解开。比如从头开始，一系列疑问纷沓而至：Monty 和 Kostya 的关系，Trio 的聚会会怎样，见到黑帮老大会不会死，第二天到底会发生什么，到底是谁背叛了 Monty，Monty 会不会逃走等等等等。同时，这些悬念并非线性呈现，而是类似多重复调般你方唱罢我登场——观众同时处于“新悬念设置”“悬念的发展”“悬念的解开”三重力量的挑逗之下，高潮连连。

结构细密，节奏完美，五分理由一番。

人物。

三人一狗，同样是古希腊传下来的 Rule of Three。

除了是个（不太称职）的文学教授之外，Jacob 颇有伊壁鸠鲁派的作风（甚至是他“不称职”这一点也很像），强烈的Mental Discipline, 避开钱（来自上东区的犹太人）、政治（对废墟的第一反应是搬家）、性爱，同时看重友情。Francis 是一个纯粹的狄俄尼索斯派，多金，颜值高，淡漠人际关系，给男人算百分位，问女人什么时候可以 hook up。而 Monty 却是一个 Sceptic，从中学开始贩毒，杜绝一切社会约俗。

电影叫做25th Hour，象征除了 mundane life 之外的超脱世界。在这个世界里，我们跳出所有一切 commonplace，成为另一个“我”。

在这第25个小时里，Jacob充满勇气地给了学生一个吻。Spike Lee 使用了一系列浪漫主义的技术来表现这一“超脱”。比如 Slo-Mo（对从舞池出来的（High 了的） Mary和从 Bath 出来的吻完 Mary 的 Jacob 都是同样的特写 Slo-Mo）与色彩的使用（舞池的大面积蓝光，Mary 特写的黄光，Bath 里的红光，高饱和度）。Francis 的“超脱”是开始“同情”并自我反省。而作为一个怀疑论者，Monty 的“超脱”则是回归信任（相信 Naturelle 没有泄密）、家庭（与父亲关系的缓和）和平权（影片中的第三个 Slo-Mo，Close-up of all people Monty demeaned,）此外，“超脱”的还有 Naturelle（大红唇 Slut 变成“临行密密缝”的慈母）、父亲（反思自己过去的恶习）等等。

人物多而不乱，各自扣题，另一个五分理由。

（想想这部片子其实就是叫大家“变成更好的自己”啊！！！）

这片子想告诉我们什么？

其实 Spike Lee 的片子，不用看就能猜到，一定跟 race 有关。Norton 那段著名的 F-word crap 与影片结尾的 Slo-Mo 明确告诉我们这一点。（不得不佩服 Norton 的演技啊，最后那段 terror-smile-peace 的表情变化，简直突破天际啊！）

除此以外呢？

片中，Francis 和 Naturelle 在酒吧的那段撕逼戏很有意思。Francis 在良心发现骂自己没有及时劝阻 Monty 的同时，顺带“移情”开始撕 Naturelle，指责了她的不作为。Francis 找的点也很有意思，什么 Cartier 的耳环啊，去 Puerto Rico 的头等舱啊，土豪裙子啊如此如此，大意就是，你只想花钱，不想想这钱怎么来的？Naturelle 也不乐意啊，靠，老娘前一秒还想亲你你下一秒就开始撕老娘，就开始发飙了，说，你口口声声说是人家好朋友也没看到你阻止他啊。这时候 Francis 脱口而出，我没花他钱！女主就不说话了。

就是这一个时刻，我们发现我们陷入了一个道德困境。一方面，我们被影片制造出来的所有这些 Melancholy 的情节所打动，什么遛狗的清晨，逆光的秋千恋爱，三岁开始的青梅竹马，父子大和解的晚餐，等等等等。；另一方面，一个一直未被戳穿的现实是，所有的这一切基于（显然违背道德的）“money from thousands of addictions.” ——就像我们从 Francis 家纽约中城大豪宅的窗户望出去，外面是一篇废墟。要不要搬家？

Monty 老爹给出的答案是回到西部，Back to the west, as far as the road take us. 那里有草原，高山，一生一定要看一次的大沙漠，和所有有故事的人。你可以在那隐姓埋名，找到工作，所有人都喜欢你，有一天爱情也会回来，你们有了一个家庭，有孩子，等到老的时候，你坐在沙发上告诉他们，你曾经被逮捕过……这是一个只有在第25小时里才能存在的“超脱”世界、法外之地，走吧。

但显然这不是电影给我们的答案。如果留心的话，我们会发现，从电影开头起，星条旗就一直出现在镜头的各个角落——废墟上插着静止的旗子甚至让人想起阿波罗登月。

Roger Ebert 在自己的影评里面讲，2002年的所有片子，都有一个暗流，9/11。灾难之后，Monty 老爹希望像当年欧洲人来到美国建立国家一样，去往第25小时的时空，建立新的生活。而 Monty 却选择了回到24小时里，留下来，被打得头破血流，静静等七年，再建未来。当然，影片的最后，Monty 老爹的车并未开到监狱，我们也并不知道 Monty 有没有逃走。那条高速公路就像美国的历史，延伸进森林深处，目的地未定。

但其实再仔细想想，Spike Lee 想说的，不是“去哪儿”的问题，不是“要不要搬家”的问题，而是无路可走的问题。

即使是回到了西部，送来 Natruelle 的灰狗巴士，也一起送来了 Stars and Stripes.

至此，五星，以及我的第一篇豆瓣影评。