去里斯本的夜车

影片是蛮哲理的，片中大段的引用原著作中的精辟的词句。真是需要反复咀嚼咀嚼，才能有所感悟的。影院里，听个一遍是很难领会的。这也是影片本身的一种局限性，导演没做好也是可以理解。给个4星也就不算过分了。

影片通过男主角教师Raimund的偶然获得了限量版书开始(发行总量100本)。他被作者帅哥Amadeu(简称A男)的书所吸引。开始抽丝剥茧般的调查，也把一个离奇的爱情故事给展现了出来。

当然看完片后，会觉得这场轰轰烈烈的爱情是如何如何的可歌可泣。但让我们分析一下人物关系，又不得不让我倒吸一口冷气。

4角关系中的中心人物， 革命女青年Estefania(简称E女)，貌美如花，有着超人的记忆能力，过目不忘。年轻时，因为需要保护，嫁给了Joao(原配夫妻)。
Joao看似粗糙些，但他在被捕之前的那段优美的钢琴曲演奏，实在是让人刮目相看。他身材挺结实，与妻子E女也有了孩子，相信他不会是性功能障碍的废人吧?

情人1号:Jorge O'Kelly，帅哥Amadeu的同学，大约比A男年长2岁。被E女深深吸引，直接就成了E女的小三。毫不知廉耻的，当着她丈夫Joao的面，对E女动手动脚的。这Joao倒也真是缩头乌龟，被戴上的绿帽子，却也毫无脾气，这算是哪门子革命夫妻嘛?!

情人2号: 帅哥Amadeu(A男)，绝对的高富帅。老爸是法官，在当地最严格的教会学校就读，以优异成绩跳了两级，进入高班，与Jorge成为好朋友。毕业后，分别成为了持牌医师和药店老板(药剂师，A男买下药店后，送给了Jorge)。

当E女第一次遇到A男，就爱上了。她比Jorge更不要脸，当着丈夫Joao还有小三Jorge的面，就把魔爪伸向了纯情无比的A男。 未经人事的A男(估计还是个雏)，哪里经受得住这样美色的诱惑。为民服务的诊所，也被E女一次又一次的闯入，成为了两人幽会的场所。A男彻底迷失了自我，甘心情愿的成为了情场老手E女的第三个猎物。

E女成为了这场不光彩的狗血恋情的中心。与丈夫保持良好的关系，为他生了孩子，照料家务的同时，半公开的保持着与小三Jorge的不正当性关系。也丝毫不影响与A男的秘密交往。这样错综复杂的4角关系，三个优秀的男人被E女玩弄于股掌之间。 当革命出现危机时，E女毅然抛下了丈夫和小三，逃入小四的豪宅内寻求庇护。小三为了革命的成功联合E女的丈夫，决心大义灭亲，而小四却已死相拼，PK掉了小三，又冒死罪闯关成功。满心期望新生活的高富帅A男，在车里情深意长的向E女描绘着未来幸福的两人生活后，而E女冷冷的回了一句，“这是你要的生活，你就把我当老婆就完了嘛？这不是我要的生活啊”。可怜的A男，瞬间泪奔... ...

E女，还真是奇葩啊，毁了3个男人的一辈子。 A男血管瘤，英年早逝。另两个，终身未娶，一个长期住院，另一个以下棋打发时间。当男主找上门时，E女风姿犹存，紧身裤外穿条超短裙，坐在沙发上侃侃而谈时，我真想一唾沫上去，我呸你这不要脸的东西... ...




......纯娱乐，别当真啊...

看完《去里斯本的夜车》，和片中的铁叔一样对《文字炼金师》中的描写段落着迷，跟着铁叔极具磁性的嗓音，边听边看就像去远方神游了一番，完成了一趟电影旅途后又回到现实之中。其中有太多精妙优美的句子和我自己对生活的感悟不谋而合，大有被写出心中共鸣之感，于是挑了自己觉得最值得欣赏品味的语段，摘录于下，和友人们分享：

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What could, what should be done with all the time that lies ahead of us, open and unshaped, feather-light in its freedom and lead-heavy in its uncertainty?
Is it a wish? Dream-like and nostalgic, to stand once again at that point in life, and be able to take a completely different direction to the one which has made us who we are?



We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place; we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. We travel to our souls when we go to a place that we have covered a stretch of our life, no matter how brief it may have been.
But by traveling to ourselves, we must confront our own loneliness. And isn't it so that everything we do is done out of fear of loneliness. Isn't that why we renounce all the things we'll regret at the end of our life?



Is it ultimately a question of self-image, the determining idea one has made for oneself of what one has to have accomplished and experienced so that one can approve of the life one has lived?
If the certainty befalls us that it will never be achieved this wholeness, we suddenly don't know how to live the time that can no longer be part of the whole life.



The real director of life is accident, a director full of cruelty, compassion and bewitching charm.



The decisive moments of life, when its direction changes forever, are not always marked by loud and shrill dramatics. In truth, the dramatic moments of a life-determining experience are often unbelievable low-key. When it unfolds its revolutionary effect and make sure that life that it revealed in a brand-new light. It does that silently, and in this wonderful silence resides its special nobility.



I would not like to live in a world without cathedrals. I need their beauty
and grandeur against the dirty colors of military uniforms. I love the powerful words of the Bible. I need the force of its poetry. I need it against the decay of language and the dictatorship of worthless slogans.
But there is another world I do not wish to live in. A world in which independent thinking is disparaged, and the finest things we can
experience denounced as sin. A world in which our love is demanded by tyrants, oppressors and assassin. And most absurdly, people are exhorted from the pulpit to forgive these creatures and even to love them.
It is for this reason we cannot just put the Bible aside. We have to throw it away completely, for it speaks only of vain holier-than-thou. In his omnipresent, the Lord observes us day and night. He takes note of our acts and thoughts. But what is a man without secrets? Without thoughts and wishes that he, and he alone, knows? Does the Lord our God
not consider He's stealing our soul with his unbridled curiosity, a soul that should be immortal?
But who would in all seriousness want to be immortal? How boring to know that what happens today, this month, this year, does not matter?
Nothing would count.
No one here knows what it would be like to live eternally. And it's a blessing we never will. One thing I can assure you, it would be hell,
this endless paradise of immortality. It is death and only death, that gives each moment beauty and horror. Only through death is time living thing. Why does the Lord not noticed? Why does He threaten us
with a... endlessness that can only be unbearably desolate?

I would not want to live in a world without cathedrals. I need the luster
of their windows, their cool stillness, their imperious silence. I need the holiness of words, the grandeur of great poetry. But just as much I need the freedom to rebel against everything that is cruel in this world. For the one is nothing without the other. And no one may force me to choose.




Imagination/Intimacy is our last sanctuary.



In youth, we live as if we were immortal. Knowledge of mortality dances around us like a brittle paper ribbon that barely touches our skin. When in life does that change? When does the ribbon tighten until finally it strangles us?

57岁的Gregorius是一名在中学教拉丁语，希腊语和希伯来语的语言学教师，他每天过着枯燥无味的生活，生活对于他来说也没有太多的色彩。但就在一个雷雨交加的早上，他邂逅了一个试图想要跳河自杀的红衣少女，这突如其来的邂逅竟然让他放弃了原本的生活，踏上了开往里斯本的列车，开始了一段审视灵魂的旅程。

百转千回的述说着每一个内心隐秘的渴望-释放灵魂。

起初，以为可能是在描述一个现实生活中的压抑，然后，认为借由一本书中浪漫哲学的文字，说出过去时光的旁白，后来，开始了一段有点点执意的追寻，带着些命运和反抗，心灵被卷入一个陌生国度的黑暗历史中，再后来，在那些充满勇气的过去选择中，去反思人生的意义与当下的虚无，最后，在多年之后，去的去，留的留，死的死，生的生，还能在回忆的文字或口述中，一切都那么值得。因为我们曾经不顾一切选择离开创造新生活，也曾因为无法承受对方灵魂之重而分别，生活如此疯狂，所以，生命如此值得。

“我们会留下一部分的自己，当我们离开一个地方的时候。有些在心里的东西，唯有重游旧地，方可再次相聚。我们在探索自我的时候，会前往某处生活，即使只是短暂的停泊。”诗一样的对白，梦中的里斯本，轻轻敲醒茫然与胆怯，这是一部十年以后会更加感动的片子。

「If it is so that we live only a small part of the life which is within us, what happens to the rest?」


「We live here and now. Everything before and in other places is past. Mostly forgotten. 」


「What could, what should be done with all the time that lies ahead of us, open and unshaped, feather-light in its freedom and lead-heavy in its uncertainty? Is it a wish? Dream like and nostalgic, to stand once again at that point in life and be able to take a completely different direction to the one which has made us who we are?」


「Consider from the standpoint of eternity that rather loses its significance.」


「We leave something of ourselves behind, when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. We travel to our souls when we go to a place that we have covered a stretch of our life, no matter how brief it may have been. But by travelling to ourselves, we must confront our own loneliness. And isn't it so that everything we do is done out of fear of loneliness? Isn't that why we renounce all the things we will regret at the end of our life? 」


「When dictatorship is a fact, revolution is a duty.」


「Is it ultimately a question of self-image, the determining idea one has made for oneself of what one has to have accomplished and experienced, so that one can approve of the life one has lived? If this is the case, the fear of death might be described as the fear of not being able to become whom one planned to be. If the certainty befalls us that it will never be achieved, this wholeness, we suddenly don't know how to live the time that can no longer be part of the whole life.」


「It's ofter easier to speak with strangers. 」


「No one here knows what it would be like to live eternally. And it's a blessing we never will. One thing I can assure you, It would be hell, this endless paradise of immortality. It is death and only death, that gives each moment beauty and horror. Only through death is time living thing. Why does the Lord not noticed? Why does He threaten us with a... endlessness that can only be unbearably desolate? I would not want to live in a world without cathedrals. I need the luster of their windows, their cool stillness, their imperious silence. I need the holiness of words, the grandeur of great poetry. But just as much I need the freedom to rebel against everything that is cruel in this world. For the one is nothing without the other. And no one may force me to choose.」


「Why is the world so cruel? God doesn't care.」


「In youth, we live as if we were immortal. Knowledge of mortality dances around us like a brittle paper ribbon that barely touches our skin. When in life does that change? When does the ribbon tighten until finally it strangles us? 」


「Why don't you just stay?」