漂亮男孩2018

很难接触到的题材。甜茶的表现力与爆发力在这部电影中可以说是impressive and incredible. 影片结局不是所谓毒瘾少年改头换面重新做人的圆满，因为你知道的，那就是他。

我想到一年前的幼童自缢事件。如今的我并不知精神压迫和动辄打骂哪个属于更好的教育方式，甚至会怀疑“教育”这东西，我觉得只是大人用自己的傲慢也好耐心也好碰运气遇到一个跟你对盘的小朋友。像是驯服，可人不是动物。

Either peace or happiness,

let it enfold you

when I was a young man

I felt these things were

dumb, unsophisticated.

I had bad blood, a twisted

mind, a precarious

upbringing.

I was hard as granite, I

leered at the

sun.

I trusted no man and

especially no

woman.

I was living a hell in

small rooms, I broke

things, smashed things,

walked through glass,

cursed.

I challenged everything,

was continually being

evicted, jailed, in and

out of fights, in and out

of my mind.

women were something

to screw and rail

at, I had no male

friends,

I changed jobs and

cities, I hated holidays,

babies, history,

newspapers, museums,

grandmothers,

marriage, movies,

spiders, garbagemen,

english accents,spain,

france,italy,walnuts and

the color

orange.

algebra angred me,

opera sickened me,

charlie chaplin was a

fake

and flowers were for

pansies.

peace and happiness to me

were signs of

inferiority,

tenants of the weak

and

addled

mind.

but as I went on with

my alley fights,

my suicidal years,

my passage through

any number of

women-it gradually

began to occur to

me

that I wasn't different

from the

others, I was the same,

they were all fulsome

with hatred,

glossed over with petty

grievances,

the men I fought in

alleys had hearts of stone.

everybody was nudging,

inching, cheating for

some insignificant

advantage,

the lie was the

weapon and the

plot was

empty,

darkness was the

dictator.

cautiously, I allowed

myself to feel good

at times.

I found moments of

peace in cheap

rooms

just staring at the

knobs of some

dresser

or listening to the

rain in the

dark.

the less I needed

the better I

felt.

maybe the other life had worn me

down.

I no longer found

glamour

in topping somebody

in conversation.

or in mounting the

body of some poor

drunken female

whose life had

slipped away into

sorrow.

I could never accept

life as it was,

i could never gobble

down all its

poisons

but there were parts,

tenuous magic parts

open for the

asking.

I re formulated

I don't know when,

date, time, all

that

but the change

occurred.

something in me

relaxed, smoothed

out.

i no longer had to

prove that I was a

man,

I didn't have to prove

anything.

I began to see things:

coffee cups lined up

behind a counter in a

cafe.

or a dog walking along

a sidewalk.

or the way the mouse

on my dresser top

stopped there

with its body,

its ears,

its nose,

it was fixed,

a bit of life

caught within itself

and its eyes looked

at me

and they were

beautiful.

then- it was

gone.

I began to feel good,

I began to feel good

in the worst situations

and there were plenty

of those.

like say, the boss

behind his desk,

he is going to have

to fire me.

I've missed too many

days.

he is dressed in a

suit, necktie, glasses,

he says, 'I am going

to have to let you go'

'it's all right' I tell

him.

He must do what he

must do, he has a

wife, a house, children,

expenses, most probably

a girlfriend.

I am sorry for him

he is caught.

I walk onto the blazing

sunshine.

the whole day is

mine

temporarily,

anyhow.

(the whole world is at the

throat of the world,

everybody feels angry,

short-changed, cheated,

everybody is despondent,

disillusioned)

I welcomed shots of

peace, tattered shards of

happiness.

I embraced that stuff

like the hottest number,

like high heels, breasts,

singing,the

works.

(don't get me wrong,

there is such a thing as cockeyed optimism

that overlooks all

basic problems just for

the sake of

itself-

this is a shield and a

sickness.)

The knife got near my

throat again,

I almost turned on the

gas

again

but when the good

moments arrived

again

I didn't fight them off

like an alley

adversary.

I let them take me,

I luxuriated in them,

I made them welcome

home.

I even looked into

the mirror

once having thought

myself to be

ugly,

I now liked what

I saw, almost

handsome, yes,

a bit ripped and

ragged,

scares, lumps,

odd turns,

but all in all,

not too bad,

almost handsome,

better at least than

some of those movie

star faces

like the cheeks of

a baby's

butt.

and finally I discovered

real feelings of

others,

unheralded,

like lately,

like this morning,

as I was leaving,

for the track,

i saw my wife in bed,

just the

shape of

her head there

(not forgetting

centuries of the living

and the dead and

the dying,

the pyramids,

Mozart dead

but his music still

there in the

room, weeds growing,

the earth turning,

the tote board waiting for

me)

I saw the shape of my

wife's head,

she so still,

I ached for her life,

just being there

under the

covers.

I kissed her in the

forehead,

got down the stairway,

got outside,

got into my marvelous

car,

fixed the seatbelt,

backed out the

drive.

feeling warm to

the fingertips,

down to my

foot on the gas

pedal,

I entered the world

once

more,

drove down the

hill

past the houses

full and empty

of

people,

I saw the mailman,

honked,

he waved

back

at me.

伴随着影片最后八分钟的落幕和音乐，我很想表达一下我对这部电影的喜爱！

首先，当我看到十分钟左右的时候，我就已经很怀疑豆瓣上的这个评分，看到后来我越来越不服气这个评分，我去IMDb上去搜了评分——7.3，要知道甜茶同样出演的《call me》在IMDb上也只有7.9的评分。因此，豆瓣上一些大V顶着流量的旗号，影响着一大批观影者的评判，当然不少时候我也是我刚刚说的那样，是一个被影响者。

电影的摄影构图绝对是精心的，我截了几张我很喜欢的图片。摄影一直保持着高水准的构图，有黄金分割，有中轴对称，整个画面一直都保持着很舒服的状态。

配乐是丰满的，虽然有几个片段显得故意了一点，honestly，但整部电影的配乐是让我融入情绪的重要配件。重金属摇滚和亲和钢琴，还有促进情绪的配乐，都很能借助音乐表达情绪。

再说剪辑手法，个人而言我很受用时空交叠的描述方式，因为当这样的手法是文字写在书上的时候，是会引起无尽的想象的。当然有一两个地方，这种剪辑用过了，造成了理解上的些些偏差。

很多童年片段的重演，是导演对人生前后的差别表达，也是剧情的一部分。

文学与艺术方面，诗歌的介入，摇滚乐的介入，小团体忏悔式的自述的介入，无不都在掀起一些列的情绪波澜，电影的价值是在无形中被赋予的。

很多人觉得这部电影，剧本太弱，甚至有说它是一部「禁毒宣传片」。我个人的感觉是，如果不去真的用情感带入，应该会很难理解情节上的反复重复；而且一再突出的「禁毒宣传」让他们情感上很难平静得去融入电影里。

剧本不弱，情感线更不弱！父子之间的感情线，从童年讲述起，一路贯穿成长。非要在这样的电影里讲述一个动人的感情故事吗？非要像寻亲那样悲鸣吗？父亲的信任变化与情感变化，是写实的；继母的情感也是真实的！

说起情感，难道，桌子上那封写给「漂亮男孩」的信，所要传递的，不够吗？冲浪的回忆对比，不够吗？写作在整部电影里出现的意义，与充满黑暗色彩的日记本，不够吗？不能够揭露内心吗？

说到写作，我很明白，一个擅长或忠于写作的人，是能够从写作中找到解脱的。这也是为什么电影总是在强调Nic需要写作，写作是一个人得到解脱，最廉价也最昂贵的方式，昂贵在很多人不愿意借助文字表达内心。

我喜欢这部电影！我觉得这个评分大家给的太低了！

我大胆猜测大家评分只有三星的主要原因是，大家不爱这个题材，觉得毒品电影就应该拍成《湄公河行动》？？？

色调很美的片子，艺术性大于故事性。不知道导演本意还想拍出什么更深的立意，但在我看来这部片子的核心立意就是毒品对家庭的危害以及为孩子操碎心的父爱。 甜茶演的Nic这个人设是个漂亮但性格有点绿茶的失足男孩，最后Laura被救护车拉走后Nic哭着给爸爸打电话请求他让他回家的那点把“装可怜”三个字演绎得很好很好，虽然他吸毒并总爱干一些作死的事，但完全让人恨不起来。电影有个镜头后劲很大，就是Nic少年时期爸爸唱“beautiful boy”的歌哄他睡觉的那一段，看的时候内心平静，看完之后回想起来，真的很想让我掉眼泪，我想不管是Nic还是爸爸，都宁愿时间永远停留在那一刻，一个希望自己永远不会长大，令一个希望自己永远不会老去。“如果仅仅到这里就是结局该有多好，如果后面那些事情都不要发生就好了。” 在这部片里完全get到了甜茶的美，我首先就很喜欢很喜欢他的气质，他能完全不矫揉造作地把“娇”的感觉表现出来，嘴上不说，一举一动里却都透露着“虽然我总是让父母为我操心，但这不能完全算我的错，我也很可怜，我也很脆弱，我想借你的肩膀哭一会，我想要你抱抱我”的感觉。但他的“漂亮”同时也是这部片子的嘈点，导演没有把握好文艺片和现实片之间的度，导致我看起来感觉有些美化吸毒者。瘾君子犯毒瘾是非常可怕的，这点小李子的《边缘日记》珠玉在前，主角犯毒瘾时歇斯底里，六亲不认，攻击性强，折磨家人折磨自己，像怪物一样的形象才正常。但甜茶把犯毒瘾时候的Nic完全演成了一个病弱美少年，只有“美”而不见“毒瘾”了，因此我看外网有人评论说“这个片子应该所有中小学强制播放，向他们宣传毒品的危害”的时候，我是不以为然的，当个甜茶颜值安利片还差不多，戒毒宣传片还是差了点。如果抛开以上都不谈，甜茶真的是可以用“美”来形容的男孩子，大眼长发冷白皮，身材比例优越，又瘦又高，真的会爱死帅哥。（而且在这部片子里他穿的衣服都好好看，把他原本就好的气质衬得更好了，四年前的他还不是如今这个穿个孙答应的赤色鸳鸯肚兜就上红毯结果被群嘲的笑料，好莱坞的风水不养人呜呜呜） 更新一下 看了一些豆瓣影评，把我内心隐隐感受出来但没能用语言很好的表达出来的内容说了出来，这部片子还有更深的立意。我们带着一身棱角来到这个世界上，高傲地看不起一切，将安宁与和平视为软弱者的精神寄托，但在日子的洪流中，我们彼此推搡着，慢慢发现曾经总以为与众不同的自己也和他们没有什么区别。某种程度上来说，我们都在为不同的东西而“上瘾”，逃避着一切我们不愿意面对的现实。可惜导演没有把这个立意拍深，不然就该八分往上了绝对不会只有6.2分。

再更新下

看完七百多条的高赞影评后我突然狠狠地共情起了Nic，我也有个看起来很美好的家庭，外人都羡慕，我父母也很爱很爱我。可惜，关系网是由个体组成，个体的问题对关系网的影响牵一发而动全身，在这个世界上，没有人是完美的，每个人都是普通人，在我看似美好的家庭中，也已经积攒了许多问题，这些问题让我在很多个深夜辗转反侧时都忍不住偷偷落泪，爱与恨的关系就如同善与恶，随意强行剥夺哪一方，另一方也会自然消失。我常常在这种环境下也告诫自己“我已经比很多人都幸福了，我不该这样矫情”，但结果只会让我越来越痛苦，越来越崩溃窒息，这简直是环境pua我后我又自我pua的后果。 虽然我不至于像Nic那样因为成长中受到的伤害去吸毒，但被伤害的人表现出的情绪是多种多样的，索性我意识到了“我在这之中受到了伤害，我应该去面对而不是逃避”这一点，我愿意努力疗愈自己。

最后感谢甜茶把Nic这个角色演绎得活灵活现，感谢原著作者愿意揭开伤口把他的故事呈现给我们，希望类似的悲剧不要再发生

电影音乐很棒。

1. Nic情况有所好转以后回家，爸爸在他睡觉的时候唱着Beautiful Boy的摇篮曲。一开始声音开得小，我还以为那是个无声镜头，直到父亲回忆Nic小时候在机场跟他告别时BGM变大我才听到。让我很惊喜的细节是歌曲不光是约翰列侬的原唱，还有演员的声音，仿佛那首摇篮曲从Nic小时候唱到了现在。而我也终于听到了那句早在预料之中的“I love you more than evergthing”。

2. Nic在公路上开车的经典镜头，背景音乐是我称之为公路音乐最佳的Heart of Gold。

3. 如果说前半段的Nic是在混沌中堕落，他在clear一年多之后的复吸就是清醒着堕落。当他和女生一起堕落着的时候，音乐却是如此浪漫与缓和，仿佛这种沉沦是世上最美的事情。最后Nic想要结束生命那一段，凄美缓慢的女高同样安详而宁静。

4. Nic和女生开车逃出家，继母流着泪开车跟在后面，像是追赶，却没过多久又停了下来。但原来她不是在追，而是在驱赶。之前父亲说要去找儿子的时候，她愤怒地希望丈夫be responsible，当时没看懂，原来她希望丈夫放弃这个可能给自己孩子带来负面影响的哥哥，而她的驱逐也是想要让Nic远离年幼的孩子。不得不说挺绝的。

其实感觉整部电影都是那种节奏缓慢而充满回忆的，真好像吸了一大口drug而变得飘飘然。看其他影评才知道电影参考了父亲和儿子分别写的两本回忆录，这也解释了为什么前半段是父亲的视角为主、而后半段是Nic为主。

要不是看到片尾对现实中的主角后来人生的叙述，单是电影结尾给我的感觉没那么充满希望。因为反反复复多少次，总是以为他彻底clear了、与父亲做了坚定的保证了、被当作戒毒成功的典范了，最后又是新一轮的绝望，好像永无止境，像颗定时炸弹。但是总归会结束的吧。

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

I love you more than everything.

漂亮男孩 (2018)

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2018 / 美国 / 剧情 / 菲力斯·范·古宁根 / 史蒂夫·卡瑞尔 提莫西·查拉梅

这部电影适合全家人去看，因为你看完之后你会觉得特别好看，你也会让你的孩子彻底认识到毒品对一个人的危害多大，它不仅仅会坏掉，你还会坏掉你全家搞得你家破人亡，这就是毒品的危害，管怎么样？我觉得禁毒是肯定是一定要进行到底的，因为毒品的危害实在是太可怕了，他可以把一个本来品学兼优的男生给毁掉了!