冲奥含量极高，扎实的剧本、表演，针砭现实、人文关怀，甚至有些工整得不像话：一条线是追问什么是真正的“good nurse”，从女主第一次见警察为查理打包票的那句“good nurse”，到片尾字幕交代的真正的“good nurse”，不就是表象与实质的关系吗。翻译成良心护士是不错的，女主就是个大写的良心哇，半部片子一直刻画的是她的困境、倒计时，但遇上事了基本的犹豫都没有（其实我对此稍持怀疑态度）。另一条线是揭露医院的自私虚伪，很少看到医院能把警察逼成这样的情节，但调查七八周拿出来几页纸确实挺离谱。#一片一句#—why did you do this？—they don't stop me.逻辑不通（缺乏自发性原因），但放在这确实震撼，观众看到后就会：芜湖，又点题了～夸一波劳模姐和小雀斑，没有他们的演技撑起来，片子会难看很多。近几年劳模姐输出一直平稳，走在奥斯卡系的脚步坚实有力。几段发病，还有日常工作戏，都不错的。女主发现男主有问题之后回家看到男主跟自己小孩玩那段，一直应对到男主出门，加上气氛营造确实做出了惊悚感，印象深刻。至于男主，对其一直是侧面描写，加上真实案件没有挖出作案动机，让人物扁平了很多。但小雀斑是有钻研人物的，事发后展现出的偏执症状（自言自语、敲击打断、逃避等）能看出做功课的痕迹，想偷过来他做的人物小传看男主到底是发生过啥。男女主最后对谈让人看进去了，虽然是面对一个罪恶滔天的杀人犯，但还是被女主的情绪带着走，情感上是温柔和遗憾的。甚至从这段能看出女主身上颇有力量的，甚至是女性独具的水一样的东西（说女性力量又显得怪），是共情，是坦诚（我明白你对我的帮助多么可贵，我为背叛了你也感到难过），是母性，是自己境遇不佳也不忘尽力帮助别人。能让一个需要温暖的人说出：你需要什么？我都可以说出来。这个人物如果能被人记住，就在于这种温柔坚韧的力量。

所有纪录片都有加工，伪不伪的也无所谓。

又不是没人用过，已经算一种旧手法了，不用太在意。

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通篇来说，前半段比较无聊。

几个杀手一看就知道是来混戏份的。

黑谁不黑谁的，并不重要，喜剧电影总是要黑点什么的。

炸个车就以为干掉一号了，这个bug我无法忍受。

好歹你们背景是杀手，炸车死，对杀手来说太假了。

后半段还可以，确切说是1/3，从阿诺出现开始。

为什么说还可以，主要是阿诺的反转——从怼到参与，比较清新脱俗的思维...

打完坐飞机就跑，土豪做派十分喜感。特别是主角好容易拿到枪，转手开枪，结果没人，小惊喜。

当然缺点也有，那一拳的风骚，可能就是一拳，感觉就是反复角度放了几遍...

电影末尾，应该是阿诺在唱歌吧......不吹不黑不评价，哈哈哈。

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低成本，小制作，阿诺虽然出现了，但基本是流水账剧情，就像玩游戏一样，一旦反转收尾，就说明要结束了，boss会有动画，但你不能说他是主角，其实作用跟路人甲差不多。

没有什么深邃的思想，没有什么炫酷的特技，剧情有部分反转小惊喜加分0.5(毕竟影响不大)。

总分就是及格+0.5加分=3.5。

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题外话：

虽然知道是阿诺，可我真的认不出来，特地又百度阿诺中年图片对比了一下，最后还是不敢认。

但...不信也得信......

首先这部片名的翻译有些问题

不光与欢迎来北方的第一部没有衔接

而且也不是在南北文化隔阂上做文章

也许该正确地翻译成北方一家人

影片的核心矛盾就在“家人”与所谓“巴黎上流社会”上面

首先得肯定影片节奏流畅 人物生动

喜剧效果层出不穷 而且环环相扣

观看具有十足的娱乐效果

笑中又有亲情爱情的感动和温馨

所以我打5星

片中主角是农村出生

硬是学了一口巴黎腔

混迹时尚圈

专门设计新潮但不舒适的家具

比如没地方摆腿的餐桌

坐不稳的三条腿的椅子

还有硬邦邦的沙发

这里着实就是讽刺了

比如时尚圈颁奖的女贵人就因为这样时尚的沙发坐骨神经痛

另一个客户看家具还得带上正骨师

一边强忍腰疼还要恭维这样的设计

时尚界真的很强撑啊

看到主角车祸后的主治医师

也因为用的是主角设计的家具

因为腰酸腿疼不能帮主角治病了

我笑出了杠铃般的声音

当主角哥哥的妻子说到

他丈夫15年每天给她弄好送上牙刷和漱口水

这样的小确性让她确信自己的选择

我又感动得羡慕起爱情来

还有一个小细节

主角的岳父趁主角失忆不懂事谋夺主角的公司

但是其实这时候主角已经恢复了

并记起来岳父是开车撞自己的凶手

但是他还是默默签了字把公司送给了岳父

幸好主角妻子还是真爱主角的

不光学主角的北方话还陪着主角再创业

这回不再走所谓时尚那种古怪不舒适的线路

主打舒适与环保

而且一家人亲情暖暖

给了个完美和睦的结局

这部片子其实很简单

套路不需要思考太多

但是如此流畅完美

足见导演功底

I tried meditation several years ago. After reading the biography of Steve Jobs, a super fan of meditation and Zen, I decided to wake up in a morning and try it myself. I sat on my single bed, one leg crossing the other with hands on my knees, gently closed my eyes and followed the instructions I found on the internet. "Find a comfortable position." "Be aware of your body." "Focus on your breath." "No matter what you are feeling, just let it happen." "Let the ground around you support you", etc.

Just like Sylvianne in The Silence, I wanted to "find it in me." After about four minutes, I felt like thousands of ants were moving on my body. My mind was totally out of control. All I wanted to do was to stretch myself and get the hell out of that situation. In a word, the whole meditation thing, for me, was nothing but torture.

I wasn't disappointed. It was just one ruined morning. But for Sylvianne, who made such a big trip all the way from Europe to America, with all the money, time, and effort, it is different. She couldn't just quit and get the hell out of that jungle. She came with the bitterness of solidarity, just like we all do every day, and wouldn't leave without solving it.

So, she stayed, kept participating in all the activities in that small land of silence, laughed and dreamt during sessions, leaving other people's experiences ruined. Her body was restricted. Her mouth was shut. But her mind was wandering in the world of imagination. Ironically, the silence around her made her more restless. Then a man came. She fell in love with him almost right away, a typically wild American man with broad shoulders, long hair and soft eyes. After the event, she visited him in the cabin he had built by himself. They got married, had a baby and lived happily thereafter.

It's a fairy tale in terms of content and form. It's a pop song that makes people addicted. It's a poem that would be collected into a bestseller instead of a classic one. I love it, personally. And I would be more than happy if I went to such an event to "find it in me', to solve my emptiness and solidarity, but end up living with an exotic girl in a cabin.

But, at the end of the day, problems just weren't solved. Love is brilliant, but is it the answer? Is it the power to solve the bitterness? Is it the thing that Sylvianne flew half of the world to try to find? I doubt that. It brings happiness and strength but never solves anything.

People were finally allowed to talk. The guru finally found that the price tag was there on his coat. The event is finally over. It's as if anything was solved, but nothing was solved. Maybe that's the meaning of any other experience, or maybe they should go to India or Japan for real meditation and Zen, where there are fewer McDonalds and more true gurus.