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.
没有传说中的神剧那么夸张的好，但是剧情和热血片段都做做的是小新的剧场版里的上乘的。青春是什么呀，啊，多么好的话题，是梦想要做elite但不够好，是红着脸不敢说出口的恋情，是自卑，是为了友情拼命的奔跑，是fire。好怀念青春，好怀念20岁时边吃饭边看小新的日子。
看到那些场景和回忆，他们脸上已经泛出的深深浅浅的皱纹，大家的集体富态，非常真实。演出这样经典的六个人，感觉不再是明星而是熟悉的朋友。btw 感觉这个剧十年就是joey的发胖史，这次看到joey，没想到还错过了这么多磅的历史🤣
瑞秋还是女神的样子，身材保持不错，近镜头悲伤了，可是性格还是那么开朗，祝福！！
看不看都五星加持，必须的。
出乎意料的好！对现实社会问题的嘲讽和恶搞，对生活小细节和恶趣味的捕捉，熟悉的新酱味道，让我想到小新一定也继承了日本庶民剧的风格。这部主题太赞了，将人生意义和价值观具象化，二元但有趣，从阶层化社会到精英教育，暴露的是当下东亚社会普遍的焦虑心理啊……庶民和普通人的价值终于被肯定，再一次感受到了《蜡笔小新》这部作品核心价值观的温柔～新酱，反内卷第一人(┯_┯)看完真是又热血又治愈啊，是有效的鸡汤～
真的不如看看当年的剧集。看这么现实的杀猪刀真的挺不忍的。
十年，或是十個月，236 集，足以讓你和他們成為朋友，從他們身上汲取到成為一個更好的人的養分。
还不如去看花絮。
我觉得，链接我们与十季friends的是生命里不可追的时光和人类的普遍情感。但是，共情不应该由移情来替代。现实里的情谊（爱恨情仇皆有或者就是止于点头之交止于同事关系大概才是人生）当然也不是一档电视节目可以毕现的。这个特别节目还可以做得更好啊。
后半段有点看不动了，不过RR两人说过当年crush后DS向JA提到BP时your old fella Brad有点磕到了
去年刷了十季，今年又刷了十季，果真是无聊失落的时候打开老友记总能好起来。本来就没有对续集对电影版有任何幻想，也不希望重聚节目上各位年近半百的主演再来些小年轻俏皮的台词，所以我并不赞同评论区说的“没有实质内容”、“水得很”、“消费情怀”。这个节目将情怀消费得恰到好处，并没有让主演和观众在镜头前哭得稀里哗啦。复原片场及重现经典台词让我很满足，二十多年后台词还能说出同样的味道！编剧的话准确也社会：这部剧主题是朋友间的友谊，当你有了自己的家庭，曾经那段将朋友视为家人的岁月也随之而去。引用编剧另一句话：美好事物的终结总是伴随着哀伤。那个墨西哥的受访者说到自己曾经没有多少朋友、老友记给了她很多现实中无法得到的安慰时，难免令人联想自身，我很庆幸她说不下去。感谢老友记！
笑着笑着就泪目了。
经过艰难的谈判和协商.....emm.....anyway忽略这几个字眼 reunion还是很让人泪目和惊喜的
瑞秋还是女神的样子，身材保持不错，近镜头悲伤了，可是性格还是那么开朗，祝福！！
重聚访问明显感觉到钱钱不在状态上……怎么说呢，特辑感觉很水，有些地方又太过刻意，为了情怀不打分了
I‘ll be there for you，这句歌词一响，快乐和感动也就开始了。
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三个女主角几乎没变老，Ross也还好，JOY和钱德勒老了好多。对他们而言真是难忘又精彩的十年呀！好羡慕！！！
虽然最后风间拿到了炒面面包，但精华的炒面夹心还是被小新吃掉了。啊这个隐喻绝了。不要追求成为精英，人生无意义的那部分或许才最重要。
Like anything good, it's sad when it's over.
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