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.
终于得以开启新世界，不知道佐杜洛夫斯基是否能得到慰藉。幽远的战歌一响起，属于异域的沙尘就扑面而来。节奏是缓慢的，信息量却很大，随着主角梦境的不断闪现，如同盗梦空间一般得以在现实/梦境、戏内/戏外不断游走。懂得节制的导演是多么可贵，用古典的气质去创造宏大历史，不能更迷人了。
从第一幕皇帝派遣信使送任命开始 被画面震住了 配上汉斯季末的配乐 感官完全被打开 这完全不曾想象过的庞大异世界 维伦纽瓦替我们复制可视了出来 且156分钟没有一秒钟妥协。节奏稳的一比 两个半小时拍了个序又如何 如果能一直看到续作 是我的荣幸才对。
大量留白的镜头，陌生的宇宙星辰和世界，在人物表情和空旷的天地之间任由我的想象来填充。看多了酷炫密实嘴炮不停的科幻电影，“我们的征途是星辰和大海”，这样的表达在2021年是不是已经过时了? 还有人在拍这样的电影，真好。
能看到未来时你会怎么样地去迎接你的命运？…Denis Villeneuve又创作了一次“降临”，用了“阿拉伯的劳伦斯”的背景。
故事内核太老套了，配乐和镜头手拉手装神弄鬼，情节充满我理解不了的设定：星际时代为什么要肉搏？九千年之后人类还在继续反封建反殖民？都公元一万多年了号称能左右人类政治的神秘组织还在搞希特勒的优生学？这部电影有多长，我的吐槽就可以持续多长............
人物的信念感通过精湛的表演瞬间拉近观众真实感距离，沙丘世界在辽阔的远景和细腻的特写来回中构建出丰富和立体感，大胆的科幻设定和生态学完美结合并运用到极致，剧情通过梦境去制造悬念带出最强戏剧张力，即使看过小说依然能被银幕上的家族兴衰所吸引和震惊。
现在电视剧pilot都能拍两个半小时了？验证2049时对导演的评价：毫无想象力而只迷恋宏大构建的工匠，到这部真就纯属浪费时间了。一人血书汉斯季默快点别写了！
第一天看沙丘，第二天看兰心大剧院，待到巩俐催眠白玫的时候，某人扭头问我：「她也是姐妹会的吗？」
沙丘不适合拍成这样体量的电影，可以想象没看过原著的人对剧情的感受有多破碎。但对我来说很棒，完全是我想象中那个世界的样子，城市，沙漠，宫殿，干燥的世界。沙丘的前半部分是伊利亚特，后半部分是奥德赛，但内核是主角接纳自己的命运，所以他也是个俄狄浦斯。多俗气，都是老生常谈的故事。但正因如此而伟大。不由心生绝望，所有伟大卓越的事情，都在人这个概念诞生的那一刻结束。之后，不过是巨大尸体上，色彩艳丽丰富细腻的彩色霉菌斑。我也不过是其中一片？
导演恨不得把史诗两个字刻在屏幕上，服道化，摄影配乐色彩，场景调度，全部在为此服务，美丽而精致的花瓶。
尽管不差，仍旧希望维伦纽瓦不要再被大片绑架。
忠实地还原了原作中最土最闷最落后时代的部分，对于精华的神棍要素则表现得非常普通，期待最高的沙虫部分前面还行，最后一个镜头也给整麻了，看起来最多10米吧。整体土得像中东张艺谋，古惑仔和拼刺刀也太他妈搞笑了，谁是武指。我可以接受科技不高的太空舞台剧，但是这也太舞台剧了，沙漠就像个很美的布景，人物表现上看起来户外也就二十来度，既不晒，也不烤，小风一刮还挺好。穿不穿防护服也不怎么打紧，多大的风沙子也不迷眼睛，户外设施也都拆骨里新，完全不像沙漠里的磨损度。张震这个纯纯的傅满洲造型也太刻板了，人家尚气都知道避嫌，怎么维导还在用这种造型。
这有啥看不懂的 为什么冒出来很多男的说女的看不懂 干什么啥都要拉踩我们女的
不得不说影片设定非常old school，上次看到这种战争场面还是在《三国演义》里。
另类王子复仇记前传，我就没搞懂你们外星人科技都这么发达还能开个人领域了，打架尼玛还是拿匕首互搏。剥下科幻的外衣，野蛮程度和争夺和权利的游戏并无区别，还是封建主子那一套，发展科技的时候不能建设下精神文明吗？女人依旧是黑袍+头纱遮住脸，看得我只想用社会主义的铁拳把这吃人的制度砸烂
请一定要好好拍啊！要细腻，要成长，要空旷，要残酷，要宿命，要宏美。我心爱的沙丘，终于等到了大制作........（2019）今天终于看了电影，我成为了一个幸福的沙丘原著粉。（20211025）
尽管不差，仍旧希望维伦纽瓦不要再被大片绑架。
最大感想:中国电影害得走多少年才能在审美构图设计与打光这种工业实力上与他们达到平起平坐的水平啊。。。
能够重新校准这个十年科幻片天花板的电影。好莱坞终于不再让人失望，电影终于重新回归电影。
缓慢的节奏，大段大段的闪回，看似很高大上，其实掩盖不了剧情的薄弱，显得非常的空洞，果然成书于上世纪五六十年代的科幻书，到如今已经显得落伍了，而导演并没有能加入什么新鲜的元素，虽然知道这是一部太空歌剧类型的电影，但看到科技如此发达的地方竟然还在使用冷兵器战斗，就感到违和感十足，唯一的看点也就是那只沙虫特效了，总体还是比较失望的
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