最初对这部感兴趣是因为看剧情简介，联想到很喜欢的那部《45周年》，难得的是，两部电影都是类似的主题，同样殿堂级的戏骨，但各有各的好。这部里面，三位主演的演技炸裂。三个角色都有各自的演绎难度，父母双方的角色要让观众信服他们各自就是这样的人（母亲就是这样强势到让观众都不舒服，父亲就是已经在这段婚姻中到达多忍一天不如去死的地步），儿子的角色难在要在两位老戏骨的演技夹缝中依然不逊色。不得不说，乔什·奥康纳再一次把角色塑造得极好，全片最引发泪水的两处，一处是他坐在草地上吃着朋友给的甜甜圈，念台词的时候眼泪不由自主又让观众极其信服地流下来；一处是他劝说妈妈不要自杀的片段，台词念得令人动容，以及非常轻巧地，让观众在动容的同时非常轻易地相信了他内心深处疲惫不堪、同样想结束生命的状态。这片子也容易让人想到《帕特森》，同样都是充满对诗歌的热爱，但这部让人感觉更舒服，也更有力量。最后那段在诗歌网站输入“希望”弹出的母亲最喜欢的诗歌，让观众忽然明白了，为什么母亲对于婚姻的变故保持了那么强烈的、不断尝试修复的欲望和努力。母亲在全片透露出来的咄咄逼人的性格也似乎得到了解答。儿子说，这是他母亲最喜欢的一首诗，这首诗表达着，无论再怎么困难，只要拼搏反击，就会有希望。这就是片名想要表达的吧，就如同儿子劝母亲不要自杀时那样：只要你活着，就是在向我表达，无论人生的前路有多难，你能走过去，就代表我也可以。

有意思的一点是，当父亲向儿子描述他与母亲的第一次相遇时，他说母亲当时用了一首诗歌里的一段，精准地形容了他内心的感受。回顾这段相遇的时候，父亲用的最多的形容词是“错误”，在错误的火车上，他错误地理解了母亲，母亲也错误地理解了他（以至于他在之后的几十年婚姻中不得不扮演母亲心中那个理想的角色）。可是随着片子进入尾声，母亲的诗歌集被做成网站，取名叫“I've been there”，登陆网站的人们通过母亲的诗歌（这些诗歌仿佛是她用来洞悉世界的眼睛）找到被看到和被理解的感受，这不禁让人想象，或许打从一开始，母亲就是真的能够理解父亲，看到真实的他的，这大概也是为什么在片子的结尾，她依然还爱着父亲。

很好的剧本，很妙的用诗歌和二战故事铺陈着情绪讲述着生活中不断重复着的现实。 对我情绪触动很大的一个是在Edward离开后 女主在冰箱茶杯各个他能她能想到的他还在时可能触碰的地方都放上I love u的纸条，另外也在儿子和女主hope gap散步时，关于自杀的对话；也很希望女主的诗选以及她浪漫又充满希望的概念“I’ve been here before” 。

摘電影裡提及的詩中我最喜歡的兩首

Sudden Light 明灭之间

BY Dante Gabriel Rossetti

I have been here before,

But when or how I cannot tell:

I know the grass beyond the door,

The sweet keen smell,

The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

我曾来过这里，

但是说不清是何时何故：

我记得门外的野草

和他们那清甜的味道，

海潮的叹息和岸边的灯火。

You have been mine before,—

How long ago I may not know:

But just when at that swallow's soar

Your neck turn'd so,

Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.

你曾经属于我，

是多久之前我已记不得：

但就在燕子腾空的一刹那，

你回头看见了我，

面纱也随之垂落——但那已经是很久以前的事了。

Has this been thus before?

And shall not thus time's eddying flight

Still with our lives our love restore

In death's despite,

And day and night yield one delight once more?

是早已如此？

还是因为经历了时间的漩涡，

我们的爱随着生活的过往开始修复。

就算置生死于不顾，

还能否在日夜的更替间再寻得一丝欢愉？

The Old Walk

像往常一样的散步

by William Nicholson (writer/director)

I began by thinking I could save you,

but in the end all I can do is honor you.

My mother, first among women,

my warmth and my comfort, my safety, my pride.

You are the one I want to please,

you are the one I want to applaud me.

开始我以为能拯救你，

但最后只能赞颂你。

我的母亲，我最爱的女人，我的温暖和安逸，安全和自豪。

我只想取悦你，

我只想让你为我骄傲。

My father first among men,

my teacher and my judge,

the man I know I will become.

You grow older now,

you are still ahead of me as you will always be, forever further down the road.

我的父亲，我最爱的男人，

我的老师，我的裁判，

是我以后会成为的那个人。

虽然你已经不再年轻，

但你还是一如往常地走在我的前面，走在比我远的路上。

Forgive me for needing you to be strong forever.

Forgive me for fearing your unhappiness.

As you suffer so I shall suffer.

As you endure I shall endure.

Hold my hands and walk the old walk one last time, then let me go.

原谅我对你的需要，需要你永远坚强。

原谅我对你的担心，担心你的不快乐。

因为你痛苦我就痛苦

你难受我就难受

请握着我的手

最后一次

像往常一样去散步

然后让我走。

好难原谅这位已是半截入土、行将就木的父亲（爱德华），在黄昏之际遇到了所谓的爱的伴侣，于是忍气吞声出轨了一年之后才决定毅然决然离开他的结发妻子（格蕾丝）。在他回首与格蕾丝相遇的片段时，沉浸在失去父亲的悲痛中无可自拔，而格蕾丝的一首动人的诗打开了他的心扉，从某种意义上来说格蕾丝像是一个天使，解救了他。也许他俩有过一段甜蜜的时光。如果没有安吉拉的出现，爱德华也许不会幡然醒悟自己当初跟格蕾丝的相遇会是一个错误，也会继续过着平淡无奇的生活吧。有些男人就是这么任性的无可救药。我也承认格蕾丝的强势在日常生活中逐渐消磨掉了她跟爱德华的感情。无可厚非，她既爱他，也在打造他。但终究她是爱他的，不是吗？所以她才那么伤心，伤心的是这个朝夕相处的男人可以说走就走头也不回的消失了且永不回头。尽管如此，她还是在等他。

等来的是爱德华的一座房子的产权和一个不会再接通的电话号码。冰冷的律师事务所里，他们最后的相见和争吵。爱德华对弥补自己愧疚的方式是留一所房子给格蕾丝，而格蕾丝只觉得这是爱德华对她的爱情的一次被践踏。恶语相向已是她强撑的最后的意志，她几乎快要崩塌。

见证这场婚姻破灭的儿子（吉米）才是真正的悲痛吧。他既要尊重父亲的选择，又要照看精神崩溃的母亲。他太难了。最后母亲说出的一段仿佛要轻生的话，他终于绷不住了，说出了他想让母亲振作起来的话。大意是只有母亲树立了榜样，他才会对未来充满希望。为母则刚，格蕾丝最后重新写起了诗歌，慢慢走出了失去丈夫的悲伤……

很喜欢电影最后的一个镜头：吉米站在希望沟壑上，望着夕阳逐渐的落在一望无际的海平面上，镜头越拉越长……

对于Grace来说，她期待找到一条道路让自己的婚姻继续下去，但突然发现自己的同行者已经不再想继续走下去，她孤立无援，她期待一个人能来帮帮她，但是没有，她必须重新找回自我，否则就会死亡，幸好她有诗歌；对于吉米来说，父母之间压抑的气氛让他选择独立的生活，父母之间婚姻的破裂让他成为一个被抛弃的人，尽管如此他还是得作为父母之间的纽带来传达这该死的境况，他们从未认识到他们伤害了他，但幸好他还有朋友，并且与母亲达成了和解；对于霍华德，抱歉容我先骂一句，这懦弱的男人，作为孩子和女性，实在无法共情一位出轨的父亲和丈夫，也许这段婚姻应该被结束，但他应该拿出更大的勇气面对这一切，而不是躲在儿子和另一个女人背后，在结束的那一刻，我看不到他对于妻子的尊重，那可笑的理由，oh我给不了她想要的，直接说我爱上了另一女人就可以了，这虚伪的理由只能掩盖你婚内出轨的事实而已，他没有幸好??。最后，我真实的想骂一句，我讨厌一切介入一段婚姻关系的人，尽管你觉得或者他\她觉得他们的婚姻已经名存实亡，我坚持认为这是一种恶毒的行为，更不用说“之前三个人痛苦，现在只有一个人痛苦”这种论调了！

剧本写得很细。

我注意到大爷几次提到自己的新欢Angela，一次是当儿子问他：“你不是今天就要搬走吧？”时，

他说：“Angela觉得没必要拖”。

第二次是在律师事务所，面对妻子的愤怒和质疑，

他说：“Angela说得对，我不应该同意跟你来签这个协议”。

第三次是爷儿俩在餐厅吃羊肉，

他说：“Angela说我和Grace不合适。”

短短几个一带而过的只言片语，一下子就把这位大爷那种怯懦，被动，不敢承担责任的形象给勾勒出来了。说实话我很同情大妈，这位大爷真的，太消极了。跟这种人结婚你不强势都得强势，不发疯都得发疯。大爷虽然口口声声说在新欢那里感受到了真爱，不求回报不受控制，但是你看，来来回回，还是得靠另一个女人做决定。

我跟他儿子有同样的判断：“您早干嘛去了！”

你说你不高兴，不幸福，一直受气。你怎么不早说！跌跌撞撞29年，突然碰见另一个女的，人家说“害，我觉得你跟你老婆不合适。你跟她离了咱俩过。”

然后大爷就顿悟了，觉着自己找到真爱了，以前的日子都是白搭。

文本写得很好，人物刻画得很细腻。我很有共鸣，每个人物都是很可理解的正常人。这是一部普通人的史诗。可能大妈的角色跟我更像吧。这大爷也真的像极了我会喜欢的男人的类型。

一则警世恒言，看，这就是文艺Drama Queen找了逆来顺受闷葫芦男的下场。

Sudden Light 明灭之间

BY Dante Gabriel Rossetti

I have been here before,

But when or how I cannot tell:

I know the grass beyond the door,

The sweet keen smell,

The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

我曾来过这里，

但是说不清是何时何故：

我记得门外的野草

和他们那清甜的味道，

海潮的叹息和岸边的灯火。

You have been mine before,—

How long ago I may not know:

But just when at that swallow's soar

Your neck turn'd so,

Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.

你曾经属于我，

是多久之前我已记不得：

但就在燕子腾空的一刹那，

你回头看见了我，

面纱也随之垂落——但那已经是很久以前的事了。

Has this been thus before?

And shall not thus time's eddying flight

Still with our lives our love restore

In death's despite,

And day and night yield one delight once more?

是早已如此？

还是因为经历了时间的漩涡，

我们的爱随着生活的过往开始修复。

就算置生死于不顾，

还能否在日夜的更替间再寻得一丝欢愉？

The Old Walk

像往常一样的散步

by William Nicholson (writer/director)

I began by thinking I could save you,

but in the end all I can do is honor you.

My mother, first among women,

my warmth and my comfort, my safety, my pride.

You are the one I want to please,

you are the one I want to applaud me.

开始我以为能拯救你，

但最后只能赞颂你。

我的母亲，我最爱的女人，我的温暖和安逸，安全和自豪。

我只想取悦你，

我只想让你为我骄傲。

My father first among men,

my teacher and my judge,

the man I know I will become.

You grow older now,

you are still ahead of me as you will always be, forever further down the road.

我的父亲，我最爱的男人，

我的老师，我的裁判，

是我以后会成为的那个人。

虽然你已经不再年轻，

但你还是一如往常地走在我的前面，走在比我远的路上。

Forgive me for needing you to be strong forever.

Forgive me for fearing your unhappiness.

As you suffer so I shall suffer.

As you endure I shall endure.

Hold my hands and walk the old walk one last time, then let me go.

原谅我对你的需要，需要你永远坚强。

原谅我对你的担心，担心你的不快乐。

因为你痛苦我就痛苦

你难受我就难受

请握着我的手

最后一次

像往常一样去散步

然后让我走。

For The Fallen

by Laurence Binyon

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,

England mourns for her dead across the sea.

Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,

Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal

Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,

There is music in the midst of desolation

And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,

Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;

They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;

They sit no more at familiar tables of home;

They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;

They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,

Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,

To the innermost heart of their own land they are known

As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,

Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;

As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,

To the end, to the end, they remain.

Say not the Struggle nought Availeth

BY arthur Hugh Clough

Say not the struggle nought availeth,

The labour and the wounds are vain,

The enemy faints not, nor faileth,

And as things have been they remain.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;

It may be, in yon smoke concealed,

Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,

And, but for you, possess the field.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking

Seem here no painful inch to gain,

Far back through creeks and inlets making,

Comes silent, flooding in, the main.

And not by eastern windows only,

When daylight comes, comes in the light,

In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,

But westward, look, the land is bright.

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

by W. B. Yeats

I know that I shall meet my fate

Somewhere among the clouds above;

Those that I fight I do not hate

Those that I guard I do not love;

My country is Kiltartan Cross,

My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,

No likely end could bring them loss

Or leave them happier than before.

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,

Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,

A lonely impulse of delight

Drove to this tumult in the clouds;

I balanced all, brought all to mind,

The years to come seemed waste of breath,

A waste of breath the years behind

In balance with this life, this death.

An Exequy to His Matchless Never to be Forgotten Friend (1657)

Henry King

Sleep on, my love, in thy cold bed,

Never to be disquieted!

My last goodnight! Thou wilt not wake

Till I thy fate shall overtake;

Till age, or grief, or sickness must

Marry my body to that dust

It so much loves, and fill the room

My heart keeps empty in thy tomb.

Stay for me there, I will not fail

To meet thee in that hollow vale.

And think not much of my delay;

I am already on the way,

And follow thee with all the speed

Desire can make, or sorrows breed.

Each minute is a short degree,

And every hour a step towards thee.

At night when I betake to rest,

Next morn I rise nearer my west

Of life, almost by eight hours’ sail,

Than when sleep breathed his drowsy gale.

Thus from the sun my bottom steers,

And my day’s compass downward bears;

Nor labour I to stem the tide

Through which to thee I swiftly glide.

‘Tis true, with shame and grief I yield,

Thou like the van first took’st the field,

And gotten hath the victory

In thus adventuring to die

Before me, whose more years might crave

A just precedence in the grave.

But hark! my pulse like a soft drum

Beats my approach, tells thee I come;

And slow howe’er my marches be,

I shall at last sit down by thee.

The thought of this bids me go on,

And wait my dissolution

With hope and comfort. Dear, (forgive

The crime) I am content to live

Divided, with but half a heart,

Till we shall meet and never part.