完美感觉

一场毁灭性的疾病席卷了世界，它传染的特征是，因为大脑组织对于病毒的初阶反应，病毒首先击溃人的感情底线，让人突然感情崩溃，是为感染的前兆，悲伤、绝望被无限放大，人们通常恸哭失常。紧接着，五官官能逐步丧失：嗅觉，味觉，听觉，最后则是最重要的视觉。

当这末世即将到来之前，Ewan McGregor饰演的Michael，这位厨师，遇到了他一眼即认定的真爱，Eva Green饰演的医生Susan，两人在地球毁灭之前匆匆相遇，并且相爱。因为爱情，他们至死不渝，心手相牵。

电影名Perfect Sense中的Sense，和人类的感官Sense同为一词，电影中人的五感逐渐消失，道德法则逐渐失灵，人与人之间的唯一信仰，只剩下感情可以维系，可感情感情，也必须先要有“感”，才能有“情”，当人的感知系统都已经通通消失，人与人之间的爱是否还依旧存在，依旧能成为末世信仰呢？

导演David Mackenzie开创了苏格兰电影的先河，引领出像Danny Boyle之类优秀的导演，他们的作品色彩鲜明，剪辑高速，处处有着独到的睿智。这部电影中，他选用了丹麦作家Kim Fupz Aakeson的作品，故事线索并不复杂，讲述的却是人类在面对世界消亡之前的不同接纳方式，以图展现人之所以为人的那些特质。

可惜题材虽好，导演却也没能拍出新意。电影试图营造的一种逼近世界灭亡的绝望，仅仅通过各地的人群因为病毒侵袭而逐渐癫狂的行为来展现，荒诞之余却少了震撼：我们看到人们暴怒、悲恸，人们争抢食物，不知所措，可真正的绝望不在于情绪的宣泄，而在于信仰的放弃，即便导演在非洲、亚洲和其他地区都有拍摄片段，却没能让人感觉灾难的宏大、人类的无望。相对比较同是英国电影的《惊变28天》，同样是灾难降临，电影一开场的万人空巷，空城死地的几个镜头，就把那种苍凉和绝望展现无余。该片唯一的新奇之处仅仅在于听觉丧失的那一段：电影也选择了静音处理，给观众以失聪的代入感，但这不过是依照剧本而来的设定，也不算手段高明。

电影着墨甚多的Ewan和Eva的爱情，本该是我们在这绝境之中看到的唯一曙光，可惜两人的感情萌芽始于对彼此的肉体的感觉，也仅仅在世界灭亡前通过性爱维系，肉体的成分多，爱情的成分少。当然，最后他们还是在一切消失殆尽之前确定了对彼此的爱，感情终于在一切丧失之前让他们找到彼此。

Ewan和Eva的表演都不错，各自的几场情绪失控都很出色，发挥了应有的水平。当他们在床上紧紧相拥，势要fuck till the end of the world的时刻；当他们在浴缸里欢乐地戏水，喂彼此吃下洗浴用品的时刻；当他们在一切谢幕之前找到彼此，紧紧相拥的时刻，我们都相信爱的力量，爱终会在黑暗过后点亮我们的心房。

不管前路如何孤绝，这一刻，让我们紧拥这感觉。

人类社会由人驱动，人由欲望驱动，欲望由感官驱动

当感官消失的时候，欲望就变得没有意义了，作为人也没有意义了，感官的沦陷，才是真正的末日


从创意的角度说，比之于最近拍的无数灾难片——那些用imax，3d，电脑特效，美女来驱动的那些世界末日，在这部描述感官沦陷的柔劲下完全丧失抵抗力。因为它无法挽救，它直接扑向人性的根源。

从发挥创意的角度来说，导演着实是将这块糖一点点含化了，淋漓尽致。
没有了英雄拯救世界，没有夸张的剧情和传奇色彩，只有一点点丧失感官的人。不需要反派，也不需要责备谁，当我们熟知的世界开始崩塌，当人一点点变为虽然活着，但却如同死了一样的木头，每一个人都是一样的，都只是像个溺水者，拼命抓着还能依靠的东西，榨干自己所仅存的感官所带给自己的感动。

导演更侧重于描写了那些“让生活继续下去”的人，这些人是大多数，他们也许麻木，但是他们能活下去，他们能继续发现活下去的方法。

很狡猾的设定，人们看上去积极，但事情在变得更糟

从无足轻重的嗅觉开始，味觉，听觉，最后……每一次，人们都是在痛苦之后，便欣然接受了，因为生活还要继续。丧失嗅觉和味觉不算什么，因为世界依然在那里，朋友，爱人也在那里，只是少了一些乐趣罢了，人们还是可以发现新的乐趣。但从丧失听觉开始，影片也变得无声了，人们开始真正地感到恐惧，作为观众，也能感同身受了，如果连视觉也丧失了，电影就不存在了，当然也是全片的终点，对于电影中的那个世界来说，世界还存在吗？

人们在最后的时刻，在视觉临近丧失的时候，终于学会了宽恕，宽恕身边的所有人，和好友相拥，因为人人都不想孤独地离开，宽恕别人是为了得到宽恕，靠近好友是为了能在最后关头仍保留一些感觉，我们看到了平和与情感上的升华，
但，但生活是为了什么？对于很多人来说生活就是满足自己的感官，正如同我们看电影一样，如果感官都丧失了，那人便是一块石头，人已经死了，死了固然平和，这是临终者的平和，这种所谓的升华与顿悟，是来自于绝望，这些人的确超越了人类的情感，但超越了这所有的感觉，也就意味着我心已死，这种顿悟，其实没什么可奢望的。

完美平和的世界，是没有纷争的世界，没有纷争源于没有欲望，没有欲望，源于没有感觉，没有感觉，正是所谓的完美感觉，我只想说，这是哪门子完美。如果这是我们追求的完美，那在片中，上帝实现了人们的祈祷，但其实这只是无间炼狱，所以，你懂得~

ps:片中的xx镜头果断是很多，我本以为导演会让这种感觉也没掉，看来导演还是仁慈了。。。。

That’s how the darkness descends upon the world. But first the shining moments, a shared flinching of the brain’s temporal lobe, a profound appreciation of what it means to be alive. But most of all, a shared urge to reach out to one another to offer warmth, understanding, acceptance, forgiveness, love.

从没有一部灾难片，如此文艺而让人感动。你会哭泣，会觉得无助，会究诘。总之，它让你有诸多情绪。这是完美感觉的魔力。

为了比爱情更大的爱情，为了比生命更重要的意义。这是这部片的内涵。

它告诉人们，当人们失去一切，才会开始学会关注人生最重要的事。

意义远大于柴米油盐的事！

内心！

人们尊重内心时，没有愧疚，没有伤害，没有痛苦，没有遗憾，人们能获得所有与此相关的新的行为的能力，为内心，为爱服务~

可以从黑暗中找到光明，从负面中得到正面，从绝望中看到希望，从沉重里获得轻盈，才是生命的力量，爱的力量


谢谢大家

There is darkness and there is light.
There are men and women.
There’s food.
There are restaurants.
Disease.
There’s work.
Traffic.
The days as we know them.
The world as we imagine the world.

-Well, you’ve been sick.
-Not sick, just unhappy.
-Well, it’s the same thing.

One day, son, you’ll be in love.
And you’ll be miserable.
That’s your karma.
Truly in love and miserable.

Overwhelmed with grief.
People are hit with all that they’ve lost.
Lovers they never had.
All the departed friend.
They think of all the people they’ve hurt.
First, overwhelmed with grief.
And then no sense of smell.
That’s the disease.

Life goes on.
The food becomes spicier, saltier, more sweet, more sour.
You get used to it.
The greater loss are all the memories that are no longer triggered.
Smell and memory were connected in the brain.
Cinnamon might have remained you of your grandmother’s apron.
The scent of cut hay could evoke a childhood fear of cows.
Diesel oil might bring back memories of your first ferry crossing.
Without smell, an ocean of past images disappears.

-What shall we do now?
-Well, now you could invite me back to your place.
-Don’t know if I will.
-Well, you…you can just start walking home, and I’ll follow you.

I can’t die alone.
That’s how it’ll end.
Without anybody loving me.

It betrays itself.
Your body, it takes away the color of your skin.
And betrays your spirit.
Pissing and bleeding and fucking puss is coming out of your ear.
I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it!
At the end, you’re all alone.
You die on your own and it gets all dark.
All your body, it turns to fucking soup.

First the terror.
And then a moment of hunger.

It’s still out there.
The world.

Slowly things return to normal and life goes on.
People do what they did before as best they can.
Within a few weeks, taste becomes a distant memory.
And different sensations take its place.
In restaurants, it’s all about offering another person dinner, letting yourself be waited on, listening to the trickle of wine and the clink of glassed.

Not only has the food received special attention, but also the temperature of the food and its consistency.
And we tried it all, from the freezing cold to the scorching hot.
It was dry, it was moist, it was crisp, it was spongy, it was crunchy and it was all at the highest level, up to and including the dessert- a light pudding with caramelized nuts and a bright orange sorbet, and a dark blue coulis on blackberries and blackcurrant.
Chew on that.
Life goes on.

My ovaries are crippled.
My eggs are no good.
Because of not eating.
I pretend that I’m not that into them, that I have an interesting job.

You could smell there was something wrong inside her, like something damp, something from a basement.
I make myself go and visit her grave.
I go there to feel guilty, you know?
I thought I would feel guilty for the rest of my life but, actually it’s starting to fade.

-You’re an arsehole.
-I am.
-It works. It works. You’re making me yours.
-I’m an arsehole.
-So am I.
-A couple of arseholes.
-Mr and Mrs arsehole.

“I think it’s OK to panic now.”
And that’s basically what the world does.
Rage.
Anger.
Hatred.
And then the loss of another sense.
All the unaffected can do is wait.

There are two movements now.
There are the people who run through the streets, grabbing all they can.
People who don’t believe in anything but the end of the world.
Then there’s the other movement- farmers going out to milk their cows, soldiers reporting for duty.
Those who believe that life will go on somehow, or just don’t know what else to do.
People prepare for the worst, but hope for the best.
They concentrate on the things that are important to them.
All the things beyond fat and flour.

The cold must have hit them like a blow from a club.
That’s how the darkness descends upon the world.
But first the shining moments.
A shared flinching of the brain’s temporal lobe.
A profound appreciation of what it means to be alive.
But most of all, a shared urge to reach out to one another.
To offer warmth, understanding, acceptance, forgiveness, love.
It’s dark now, but they feel each other’s breath, and they know all they need to know.
They kiss, and they feel each other’s tears on their cheeks.
And if there had been anybody left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers caressing each other’s faces, bodies close together, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around them.
Because that is how life goes on.
Like that.