这篇影评可能有剧透 我是一个自认为观影品味不差的影迷，也是钢丝，下面作为这双重身份混杂胡乱吐槽一下《大黄蜂》这部电影（以下吐槽不理性不客观不中立，来自一个只会抬杠不会写影评的傻逼）： 1.开场赛博坦之战还不如不要。且不论赛博坦场景那游戏质感的CG，这场大战戏的调度混乱程度堪称灾难，...  (展开)

看完了这一季，说实话新男主和chuck的斗争还是蛮精彩的，虽然比axe之前稍弱，是不同的风格。编剧一直在告诉观众金钱决定眼界，新男主是站在更高的境界。但这一季的败笔是所有支线人物的剧情已经没法看了，无论是taylor还是wendy，她们的故事剧情看的我真的有一次甩了手机直接睡...  (展开)

这篇影评可能有剧透 斬獲最佳劇情、女主、女配，得到最佳導演、原著劇本、美術設計、造型設計提名，《血觀音》可謂金馬大贏家。團隊趁著金馬熱緊鑼密鼓四處拜票宣傳，一度使台北各大院線場場爆滿，有點一票難求的意味。 最佳劇情片的光環讓我走進了影院，看完卻不免失望。《血觀音》在敘事、人物塑...  (展开)

一盘没有下完的棋----曾经一起下棋的情谊永远记得，油灯下点落在天元的棋子至今清晰浮现。然而，一阵敲门声打断了这盘棋，一场战争阻隔了这段情。阿明是幸运的，他有围棋始终陪伴，有爱他的妻子和父母，还有满腔的爱国热情。他领略过国家之间的友谊与杀戮，也领略过围棋之中的宇宙奥妙，尽管时间短暂，但至少曾经拥有。在夜雨中死去，我想他是安详的，因为他始终遵从了自己的本心，没有因为死亡的压迫而低头。有时候，两国之间，就像一盘没有下完的棋，黑白之间，变化万千。没有人知道下一步棋是杀戮还是和平，也没有人知道结局。时间飞逝，当回首往昔，剩下的也许更多的是感慨与叹息，而非愤恨与不平。然而，一招落错，满盘皆输。无论处于胜势还是败势，无论选择攻击还是防守，每一次落子，都要谨慎小心，三思而行，否则，棋局便会提前落下帷幕。

    延续了第一季的剧情，总体来讲，相比于第一季，第二季的剧情更加刺激、紧凑，有很多镜头都会令人紧张，非常不错！
    按照剧情发展，几位主角都平安渡过第二季，可最没想到的，一直充当男主角之一伊弗雷姆·古德温泽左右手的诺拉在最后一集中竟然因傻逼“扎克”而壮烈牺牲，真的太可惜！这样在第三季应该不会再出现诺拉的身影了，而扎克的妈妈却意外地从第一季转化到第二季都死不了，果然是吸血鬼，而且第二季中有几次都被主角光环保护，都成功逃跑了，唉~~其他的猎杀队员都没事，就死了个比较养眼的诺拉，实在可惜！
    第二季最后一集交代，老头经历千辛万苦终于得到《陨落之光》，会顺利地找到解决血祖的办法吗？我觉得没那么简单，当然，这要等到第三季出来才能知道，估计第三季血祖也死不了，毕竟血祖也是主角之一嘛，除非AMC不拍这系列了。
    估计倒霉鬼男博士古德温泽第三季会展开一段寻子之旅，这段估计会挺好看的，毕竟子在敌人手上，”傻逼扎克“也一副无论妈妈变成怎样的大怪兽也要跟着她的样子，可想而知，古德温泽的寻子之旅将会困难重重。（傻逼扎克都挺无情的，讨厌爸爸就不说了，但最后那幕，诺拉因为他而受到攻击负伤，他只是望了望她就乖乖跟着怪物妈妈走了，别说他是小孩子不懂事，几次他妈找上门搞破坏都不能让他清醒，只能说，呆子一个，”愚孝“！唉~~也是，诺拉严格来讲也算是”小三“，小三大多不会有好下场的。）
    不说那么多了，剧情也交代得差不多，期待第三季，别学《行尸走肉》系列那样，越来越拖泥带水，不过《权利的游戏》到了第五季都很好看，希望《血族》系列也会继续吸引人。

三个半月前在电影院里看了《得闲炒饭》，甚是喜欢，今晚重看，仍是爱不释手。

全片流露出浓重的女权主义思想，影片开始macy在les吧里和一帮拉拉大谈双性恋的问题，值得注意的是，此时她是对着镜头在讲述，似乎有意在说给大众社会听。有关性别研究的学术名词不断从她嘴里吐露：边缘化双性恋、异性恋霸权主义、性取向……甚至介绍了双性恋的分类：四六、三七、八二、九一……我认为一开始导演就为bi-girls做了有力的平反，当然对象应该是那些歧视双性恋的同性恋们。

打老婆的robert向macy吐露自己的想法时说：小时候爸爸一直打妈妈，于是从小便认为打老婆才是男子汉大丈夫，而现在自己的老婆爱慕虚荣，整天要买名牌，自己嫌老婆烦便打她两拳让她收声，但打了之后又觉得很内疚，第二天便买来名牌哄老婆，而老婆就抓住他这个弱点得寸进尺，于是他觉得家庭暴力是老婆引起的，还怪罪于社工身上。

从这段话里其实可以看出两点，第一，也是之后两人喝酒时macy讲到的关于男权制度下男性所受的苦，robert自身的家庭让他从小就觉得“打老婆才是男子汉大丈夫”，其实这就可以看出男性解放的必要性，传统观念要求男性是“儿子”“丈夫”“父亲”等等不同的角色，而不是作为个体的“人”，男性被要求要养家糊口，要事业有成，要男儿有泪不轻弹。甚至后来他得知了macy怀孕后去找她，一再承诺的仍然是“我是男人，我会有承担的”这样的话，可见父权社会的枷锁对其压力之大。这也便可以看成是导演对男性作出的平反，这里的对象应该是类似eleanor这样对“打老婆的贱男人”一概而论的女性。

另一点可以看出的便是男性与女性之间的感情交流和对待性的态度。robert打完老婆之后又会觉得内疚，但他没有与老婆感情上做任何交流，而是用“买名牌”的方式单纯用物质来满足老婆，以为这样便能解决自己的内疚。而他对待性的态度更是标准的“阳具中心主义”思想，以为插入就是性，根本不懂爱抚之类的foreplay，但你看，macy一教，robert不就会了吗？所以男性不是不会这些技巧，而是根本无意识去做。所以很多男性都无法理解拉拉之间的性，问的俗点，就是：what do you fuck with? 但他们根本就不知道很多时候sex和GC都不需要阳具，需要的只是“感情沟通，肌肤沟通，精神沟通，灵魂沟通”，事实上，很多时候只有女人才能给女人GC，而拉拉之间对性的满意率也远远高于普通男女之间。这里，可以看作是导演对“阳具中心主义”的抗议，虽然并未涉及拉拉之间的性，但macy教robert怎样做好foreplay就是给大多数男性观众上了最基本的一课。

eleanor等人为macy组织了反歧视未婚孕妇的静坐抗议，期间更有媒体的采访片段，更是导演对社会上种种歧视、不公平现象最有力的抗议，此时的对象也变成了最广泛的大众社会。

片中的男女角色和地位与现实社会不同，甚至完全颠覆。女主角macy和anita都是事业有成的女性，前者有自己的律师所，后者在大公司里上班，而两人的住处无论在地理上还是大小上都可以算是不错的条件了（一个人住那么大的房子，还是在中环，其实是相当好的了），所以两人在经济条件上完全独立，不需要男性的支撑。而片中的男性角色呢？robert条件看上去还行，但mike还是个上大学的小男生，只能靠到处打工兼职赚点零钱。男女角色在经济条件上的情况与传统社会情况相反。

而两个男人相继被macy与anita赶出家门后，落魄的二人只得在街头喝酒自怜，此时男性从传统的强势地位转变为此时的落魄的弱势地位，可以说是导演对女权主义最大的表现之处。

eleanor去找robert理论时，甩出一句“说吧，你要多少钱才肯放人”，这不仅让robert懵了，大概也让所有观众懵了吧，传统社会中一夜情后的男性总是承主动状态，以为给点女人钱就可以打发，而现在情况完全对调，变为女人给男人钱，想打发缠着自己的男人。会心一笑的同时，传统父权社会的男女不平等的弊病昭然若揭。

然后电影终归是电影，现实社会中，如此美好的事情当然很难发生。尤其是片尾，两个小孩，六个“妈妈”的非正常家庭几乎可以说是一种幻想的结局，男性轮流照看小孩，而作为真正的妈妈，却悠闲自在地躺在沙发上看电视，还在计划着去阿根廷的旅行。现实社会中，同志婚姻面对的最大问题有两个，一个便是孩子的问题，同志伴侣一般都会领养小孩，但这里面牵涉的又不仅仅那么简单，领养家庭本身就是社会上很大的一个问题，更别说发生在同志家庭里（可以参见《the kids are all right》（2010））， 但macy和anita如此幸福，“借精”生了孩子，还不用自己照看。另一大问题就是家庭，同志如何向父母或亲人出柜？如何让他们接受自己的婚姻？这几乎是所有同志避免不了要面对的难题，但电影里也将此问题理想化了，只是在结尾有一幕，macy巧遇自己的四姑，但最后发现四姑本身也已成为拉拉，自己不用出柜便已获得认同，因此家庭的问题也这样被导演简单化理想化地一笔带过了。

整部电影虽然对父权社会发出了强有力的控诉，但依旧建构于太过美好的理想中，无论是阿根廷，还是片尾的舞蹈，不难看出是对《春光乍泄》的致敬，不同的是《春》依旧是悲剧结局，而《得》却给了我们这样一个美丽却如同幻影般不可触碰的皆大欢喜式结局，似乎也是导演对现实的有意回避，以及对理想化世界的渴望与向往。

虽然如此，此片仍然让我爱不释手，究其原因，大概还是macy与anita重遇时在中环那条上上下下的扶手电梯上彼此相望的眼神，那些灰白但依旧清晰的回忆，还有那段触动心弦的主题曲《You are the one》吧。

you're the one
and only now i see
i should've known before
but it's never too late for me

remember
all those moments from long ago
and now that u are back
i'm never gonna let u go

作为粉丝来说的，我主子在片子里的造型什么都挺好，能舔屏。
作为观众来说，我整本片子看完觉得只有最后男主渡人之后的感情戏比较出彩，其他出彩的就女主的眼神，男主日常演技在线不予评论。如果片方真有心能重新剪辑吗，至少同样的一段剧情，我不想重复看到，占时长啊，剧情过度来一遍，男主回忆来一遍，女主回忆来一遍，大结局作为上帝视角再来一遍，删减掉其中两遍，把时长用在剧情转折点不好吗，虽然是无厘头电影也不能无厘头到你下段剧情都开始了，我还在你上段剧情里纠结这段剧情到底讲了什么吧。
有很多人都说剧情拼凑杂乱，开头就不知道在讲什么，按我的理解就是编剧打算利用导游的导游词来带出主要人物及剧情背景，但是又为了搞笑顾此失彼了。前半段谈恋爱，作为女孩子，还是有点少女心泛滥的，但是东北大棉袄那段，男主说了句蹦跶，怎么就三个人来了段无法言喻的表演，就连词都没有联系，这种剧情只能让粉丝对着偶像叫叫好萌了，至于笑点，请原谅我笑点高。
该剧剧中男主的智商是怎么坐到大将军的位子的就因为帝释天说女主是妖，他就信了，然后就进入幻境了，不用幻境完全无法解释最后怎么又回来，还以己度人了，就冲男主的决定来看，这种一根筋的男人根本就只知道除妖，爱情从开始就只是悲剧。
帝释天说九世男主才以己度人，那么前八世又发生了什么，是不是可能是同一批人同样的事件，但男主做出了别的选择。结局女主放手让男主跟帝释天走，男主回到帝释天身边背起行李，与师傅两位师兄走的是反方向的，而且是先走的，镜头一转又跟在师兄们的身后，让人费解。
如果说这就是无厘头搞笑电影下的悲剧故事，这个故事不够完整，或过于拖沓，换个词过犹不及，如果有人能重新剪辑，制作一个微电影版的，我觉得会更好。
我只是一个观众，并不专业，看法仅仅代表自己。其实看到好几个人说的好像很高深什么西游啊佛法啊，我文化不高，但如果十全九美之真爱无双是篇作文，立意很好，没跑题，可惜写成了散文，零零碎碎，关节处过于薄弱。高考低分啊。
以上涉及人物的仅仅只剧中人物，与真人无关与演技无关。

第一部说交《城管与拆迁户的故事》有点牵强，但是看了第二部就觉得前面那个就是前传，给第二部做个铺垫。本片讲述了一个从小在村里长大心里有阴影的孩子，出国留学回来，为了证明自己（也可以说让自己有成就感）带领拆迁队回村强拆的故事。在《从零开始》他还只知道要威胁村民，大喊：我要暴力强拆。最后让奥运冠军拆了他的钩机，后来他领一干城管进村抓刁民，反被村长一顿胖揍。从此埋下报复的种子。《英雄崛起》彭于晏不甘心，赔了夫人折了兵又欠了一屁股债。他为了报仇勾结菲律宾人（不知道为什么是菲律宾可能）给他买了个开发区书记的官，再一次接待领导的时候他为了报仇让行贿调兵，以强拆为理由先抓村长，污蔑村长是邪教，后有带一大队城管强拆，这次他丧心病狂对人不对事，村长无奈让BABY和奥运冠军闯出去上访，结果上方成功，铁路绕道，拘留所放人，皆大欢喜。不知道下一部还能演什么剧情。

       扫其他网大的时候手滑点开看了一下，只想说就是浪费老纸拉屎的时间，开头6分钟，网大的生命线都搞成这死样，你说后面还有什么看头？
       又一部靠刷彭禺厶脸来骗点击的烂货！老纸就不信一百年网大都流行道士僵尸，都只得一个彭禺厶，等更多二三线的明星进来，只为钱不挑本子的彭老兄看还能怎么混！你怎么不爱惜一下自己的羽毛？堂堂网大一哥，已经不缺钱了吧？为毛不认真选个好剧本好角色让自己更上层楼？难道就想一辈子混网大？
       哀其不幸怒其不争，这是当下网大的现状。
       奉献鲁迅先生的另一名句：不在沉默中爆发，就在沉默中死亡！
       混日子混饭吃混不了一辈子！

话说之前为啥不想去看呢？①不喜欢惊悚片，电影院又不能按暂停键；②不喜欢国产电影，觉得质量上不去；③国际大片扎堆的情况下，哪有闲工夫看小电影啊。
    但是观影之后，突然觉得：为什么不多给国产片机会？国产片也有不少良心剧，小电影也能有新意，先入为主的认为小电影一定不会好这种观点貌似偏见了……扯远了，回到电影，观影之前，海报上是张一山的大头，这个童年相伴成长的小戏骨，《凄灵室》算是他的大荧幕首秀？原以为张一山肯定在电影里挑大梁，看了之后才发现，山山其实是绿叶，但这片绿叶实在俊，真挚+真实，青春+稳重，演得真好，大气。他会不会就此一飞冲天了，毕竟演技好的小鲜肉现在是稀缺资源吧……。
    然后，觉得女主演的中规中矩吧，毕竟有苏小明这种老戏骨压阵，反而显得女主不那么亮色了（苏小明是《汉武大帝》里的馆陶长公主，就是陈阿娇她娘、刘彻的大姑；也是《我的青春谁做主》里的李霹雳的妈妈，貌似好久不出来演戏了，看到电影里的戴阿姨，妥妥的当年的长公主范儿）。
    电影里还有很多转折点，虽不能说特别让人惊艳（毕竟太多的好片子珠玉在前，把观众的欣赏水平拔得越来越高了），但感觉很真实，冷、热、酸、甜都很有温度，不会出戏，抓着你跟着情节往前一步步走。这就比很多同类型的影片用心了，看得出来是精磨细琢，是良心剧。

没有负分打真的太不公平了。这部剧是我这辈子看过最烂的东西（注意??是东西，包括一切视觉拍摄的staff）那些五星水军祝你每天都享受这个水平的“视觉盛宴”。本来对张彬彬真的是路人粉（因为司藤真的拍的非常好，陪我度过了我最抑郁的时间，是让我N刷的好剧）但是彬彬你...  (展开)

这篇影评可能有剧透 1月24日，与影片《美丽人生》同一天上映的还有已故洪基善导演的遗作《一级机密》。本片主要讲述一群打着国家名义的高官，背地里进行的见不得人的交易暴露于天下的故事。这也是韩国首部以揭露国防腐败为题材的影片。 丁一宇也客串了本片，他在片中扮演空军飞行员大尉江英宇，他...  (展开)

以下剧透各种。
大概角度是比较粗浅的一些剧本写作知识。


作为一部商业片，《太极1：从零开始》绝对能戳中各路宅人的G点。
电玩场景，游戏地图，一路打怪做完终极任务的剧情很讨喜，另外还有不管整容什么的但真心美得不得了的杨颖，每个演员出场会大字介绍，让你彻底出戏，但好像这就是导演想做的，不断地把你从故事中抽离出来，不让你沉浸于剧情——导演就是想拍一部好玩的电影，让你一边看一边大笑和身边的人一起吐槽……

故事前半部分算是及格了，导演看样子也没有太大的野心，只是想讲个简单的故事。

所以剧情非常平铺直叙，男主人公一路追寻梦想，稳扎稳打地按照罗伯特麦基的《故事》里的编剧手法前进，一步也没有越轨，完全符合各种理论的剧情，比如童年遇到的挫折啦，他的梦想与需求，他的弱点，他遇到的挫折以及越挫越勇的主人公风格特质，他身边出现的神秘莫测的长工大叔不断给建议让他更好地去打怪等。（这里让我有点想起了令狐冲对战田伯光……）

然后是村子遭遇巨大灾难，这个灾难和主人公的死亡线几乎同时到达，设计其实非常不错，但梁家辉的台词念得太白了，应该稍微含蓄那么一点点的嘛，直接说“村子没了你还学什么陈家拳”，这种台词就有点把观众当傻逼的意思了，是怕大家不懂其中的逻辑么orz……
以及明显就是劝男主杨露禅去替他打的行径略显无耻啊。

总之，村子即将被毁灭，主人公三阳聚顶危在旦夕，村子毁灭和他的死其实一脉相承，他必须保住存在才能保住自己的命。说到这里忽然发现主人公其实没有成长线，因为丫几乎没啥成长，完全是个阿甘风格的主人公，但明显这片子不能太奇幻，不能让他继续傻下去也能成功搞定一切，于是这个需要冒险的白痴一样的主人公身边必须安排个个智叟。导演选定了看似牛逼的所谓的长工大叔默默蹲点守候他，长工大叔仿佛很愿意帮他，但总是欲言又止让人好心烦啊……

说起来哈利波特里邓布利多爷爷是不是也老这样？不但所有的话都只说一半，还背地里偷偷算计哈利波特，哈利波特以为是自己决定去干的猛事儿，其实都是被他促进的，这么看来长工大叔真的很像邓布利多爷爷啊，只不过台词都说得太直接了点儿，如果能有云门打禅机的语言，估计长工大叔看起来会帅气许多的哈。

咳咳，跑题了，总之就像赫敏给哈利波特的各种刺激一样，Baby也给了杨露禅各种刺激，可是这部分其实是主人公的进步，如果用故事结构法来套的话这些都属于“进步&游戏”，主人公在这部分取得了一些进展，好像日子已经有盼头了。

主人公日子慢慢有盼头的时候，按照理论反派要伸出魔爪了。这个也非常符合一个完整故事的正常发展规律，杨露禅还傻乎乎打着呢，方子敬已经出卖色相换了个机器怪兽回来，对从小一起生活的村民居然毫无感情，方子敬牛逼哄哄地给大家展示了强拆机器！
（方子敬的性格走向完全不明所以，待我过会儿再吐槽）
而此刻主人公杨露禅在昏迷之中，所以完全不知道反派的靠近，等他知道了之后就在长工大叔（智叟）的指点下冲过去解决问题，让我目瞪口呆的是，机器怪兽，居然一下子就被解决了……
卧槽，一下子就解决了啊，期待好久的人机对战就这么结束了！

喂喂，这简直就像刚插进去就射了好吗！这不是早泄还有啥是早泄啊各位看官！虽然结尾预告让我我知道了这片儿还有个下集，大概更高更高更高的高潮都在那儿，可是好歹您这也是一部完整的电影好吗，即便拆成二十集，其中的每一集也不能缺一个真正的高潮啊！

就这么解决了看起来牛逼哄哄像是重点麻烦的的蒸汽怪兽，再来一万个火枪手和他们打一百架每一架都是洪金宝倾尽心力设计每个动作让这些戏的每一秒都无比精彩无比感人无比让人热血沸腾也没用了亲！
已经早泄了，再摸一百遍试图挑逗点热情出来也不能重回之前的感觉。

不过高潮早泄了，结尾做得还是挺精巧的，开篇的时候方子敬和Baby一起出场犹如金童玉女，但片刻后明眼人一看便知方子敬这么心理阴暗，最后肯定变成“我的前任是个极品”，于是立刻开始期待Baby和杨露禅的发展了。

但男主杨露禅和Baby明显没啥特别的感情发展线，男主是个二傻子，不可能主动追求女主也很难主动发现自己喜欢女主，而女主刚经历了一些感情创伤不可能这么神速爱上别人，所以导演摒弃了各种不切实际的想法，让他们被逼必须在一起：杨露禅是个好人，他毁灭了机器怪兽所以他不能就这样被废去武功，Baby毕竟心肠不坏而且对杨露禅有点模模糊糊的感觉，于是她下定决心嫁给杨露禅让他变成“陈家人”，所以结局部分的问题解决还是挺圆满的。而且看下集预告，杨露禅要爬上Baby的床还有很长的路要走啊！

好吧下面说说彭于晏饰演的反派方子敬。
方子敬是外族从小不能练陈家拳所以被嘲笑性格阴暗，就直接走上了“我要证明自己给你们看”的路子，这里的设定其实没啥问题，可是……导演你好歹给个小时候被欺负嘲笑的镜头啊！在他展示铁路遭遇灯泡爆炸的夜晚，就应该给点这种回忆啊！不然摔留声机的场景根本让人无法理解啊有木有！！！

我是这样分析的，他小时候的可能经历是：
1、不能学拳脚功夫，所以体质比起同龄孩子会差许多，比较柔弱（“奶驴”的绰号好像能给我们一点暗示，但会不会也表达了嫉妒他在某方面的特殊能力呢？人道是潘驴邓小闲，这个咱说不准的哈）；
2、有其他人喜欢Baby，对Baby竟然要嫁给这个没用的小白脸“奶驴”的事情很不忿所以出手欺负他，欺负了之后顺便吐槽他JJ大也没用之类的；
3、Baby在他被欺负时给了很多的关心反而让他觉得“我不能事事都依靠你”，对Baby由爱变成了爱恨交加，被一个女人保护只能证明他的无能，但他的无能不是自己的错，完全是因为陈家腐朽的封建制度，不给外族人传陈家拳，所以这都是陈家村的人的错！

归根到底，其实就是方子敬的心态过于屌丝了，因为自己内心阴暗而自卑，所以对别人善意的关怀也给以最坏的揣测，自动脑补路人的想法路人的议论而变得喜怒无常（哎哟和我好像啊），最终这样的人变成了反派也毫不稀奇……

但问题在于！！！！！！电影里根本没表现这些啊啊啊啊啊！！！！！这些都是我给他行为和心理加上的合理解释，可是电影里，只言片语，根本啥都没说啊啊啊啊！！！男主人公竟然莫名地就给那啥官拍胸脯保证“十天搞定（很多人讨厌我的）陈家村”，他知道和Baby结婚他就能比较容易搞定这些事，可是他不肯，一定要靠自己，靠自己失败了他做的第一件事竟然是瞬间砸掉送给心爱女人的留声机！莫名其妙啊！！！！到底咋想的啊！！！！！
也看不出他有多渴望这事儿成功啊！！！！要表现他渴望这事儿成功必须表现他之前的人生有多挫逼，这样才有他希望在大家面前露脸的正确理由啊！！！没有了这个对比的情绪不管后来咋表现他的消沉也没用啊！！！！！

额，然后就是方子敬和洋妞的那一吻，根本毫无章法没有关联，之前没给出任何他在英国有个洋妞的暗示，你哪怕是让他背着Baby拆一封信啦偷偷看一张照片都没问题啊，再没空展现这些，哪怕给一个两个洋妞深情看着方子敬的镜头也行啊，结果就在观众毫无预期的情况之下，导演居然让洋妞直接把剧情念了出来……

我勒个大擦，这个绝逼是剧本的一大忌讳啊，写动画片的我都时刻谨记“不要用台词讲故事”，你这不但用台词讲故事，而且还走上了“导演说了算”的不归路！导演说了算啊，所以洋妞毫无预兆地表示爱他，导演说了算啊，所以洋妞这个时候一定要说表白的话，导演说了算啊，所以男主人公莫名其妙就亲了洋妞……

喂喂方子敬，你之前到底对洋妞啥感情嘛，根据上下文的剧情我倾向于认为方子敬对洋妞是有点感情，但在亲洋妞的时候还是怀抱着利用洋妞的心情吧，他对Baby的感情我实在是看不太懂，导演给的信息太少……总之，我感觉方子敬是抱着利用洋妞的心情去亲她的，但此刻他居然没有任何内疚和纠结，那之前对Baby的感情到底是怎么回事？他的爱情都是假的吗？从小一起长大的这些情感，已经损耗殆尽了么？完全看不出啊有木有！！！

到这里也许就可以回到他继续利用洋妞，
可是洋妞居然就这么挂掉了……挂掉了……挂掉了……

其实我倒是理解导演让洋妞挂掉的目的，这样可以把方子敬往最终反派的道路上更推一步，死个人，反派的人性彻底泯灭，这样会更合理。但，这个过程也太过仓促了吧？仓促到让我都回不过神！而且仓促地让洋妞挂掉，方子敬和洋妞的感情也没铺陈起来，洋妞是中了散弹，不是为方子敬挡枪死掉的（估计导演本来想这么干的，但杨露禅已经对女主玩过了，不好在这里出现一样的情节），方子敬却依然是痛苦得死去活来，哪儿有那么深的感情哦，如果是内疚的话，也不至于此啊，毕竟之前没表现过他爱洋妞，一个自己不爱的人因为各种原因死在自己面前了，不至于要为此弄死从小长大村子里的所有父老乡亲吧？这心路历程到底是怎么回事啊……

唉唉，其实每次我对这样的片子都很有一种怒其不争的心情，因为一句理论家最喜欢讲的老话，“明明可以拍得更好的”，是啊你看，点子这么多，养眼的明星这么多，配乐也是这么棒，为什么整个故事就还是差那么一点呢？我真心是替冯德伦导演十分十分地捉急啊。

不过虽然吐了这么多槽有这么多不满，我还是要去电影院看第二部，看完了我会继续吐槽，同时也还是会对冯德伦导演继续充满期待，毕竟他绝对是导演里的大帅哥啊！！！＞▽＜

The Lost City of Z is a very long way from a true story — and I should know
A new Hollywood film hypes Percy Fawcett as a great explorer. In fact, he was a racist incompetent who achieved very little

The new film The Lost City of Z is being advertised as based on the true story of one of Britain’s greatest explorers. It is about Lt-Col Percy Fawcett. Greatest explorer? Fawcett? He was a surveyor who never discovered anything, a nutter, a racist, and so incompetent that the only expedition he organised was a five-week disaster. Calling him one of our greatest explorers is like calling Eddie the Eagle one of our greatest sportsmen. It is an insult to the huge roster of true explorers. Had the advertisement been about a soap powder, it would fall foul of the Trade Descriptions Act.

Percy Fawcett joined the army immediately after school, with a commission in the artillery in 1886. The next 20 years involved garrison duty in Ceylon and postings in Malta and England. The only significant events were getting married and becoming a devotee (like many others) of the charlatan psychic Madame Blavatsky. Fawcett’s game-changer came in 1906, when he was 40. The army let him take the Royal Geographical Society’s course on frontier surveying. Far away in South America, Bolivia had just sold its rubber-rich province of Acre to Brazil, so it needed its new north-western boundary mapped. The Bolivians approached the RGS for a mature surveyor to do this. The society’s secretary asked the newly qualified Fawcett whether he wanted to go; he accepted, reported for duty in La Paz and was at work on the new Amazonian frontier by the end of the year. This survey was the best thing Fawcett did. But he described it as boring, because the new frontier was all along rivers. This was the height of the great Amazon rubber boom, so he and his team cruised from one comfortable rubber barraca to the next, taking their regular measurements.

Fawcett’s only publications were a series of papers in the Geographical Journal about his mapping work. But he kept a journal, and in 1953 his son Brian edited this and other papers into a book called Exploration Fawcett. He emerges from it as a typical Edwardian colonial officer — friendly with South Americans but looking down on them, appalled by the cruelty at some rubber stations, full of gossip about life on this remote but boom-rich backwater, and uninterested in nature apart from banalities about dangerous snakes and irritating insects.

In 1908, the Bolivians asked Fawcett to survey another of their frontiers with Brazil: a small river called Verde, far away at the north-eastern corner of the large landlocked country. The preparations were appalling. Fawcett took minimal supplies, since he was accustomed to being fed by rubber stations. This was the end of the dry season with the river at its lowest. So they soon had to abandon their boat and continue on foot. After only a week, all food was exhausted and they were really starving. Fawcett casually remarked that five out of his six peons died from the effects of this five-week disaster. This was the only expedition he led into unexplored territory.

The Bolivians invited Fawcett back in 1910, this time to map part of their boundary with Peru. It involved paddling up a frontier river called Heath and two meetings with indigenous peoples on the banks. The first group fired arrows and guns over their heads. But Fawcett waded ashore with presents and shouting a few words of ‘Chuncho’ (the Peruvian word for all forest peoples) that he had memorised but did not understand. That was the only time that Fawcett attempted any language other than Spanish. Further up the Heath river, Fawcett met a tribe he called Ecocha (now Ese Eja) whom he really liked. They were ‘embarrassingly hospitable’ with their food, so Fawcett spent a few days with them and recorded something of their ethnography. He returned for a second visit in 1911.

After a final survey for the Bolivian government in 1913, of the upper Beni river in the Andes, Fawcett went sightseeing in central Bolivia. He and two companions were paddled down the big Guaporé river. They stopped at Mequens on its Brazilian bank to visit the Swedish anthropologist Baron Erland Nordenski?ld and his attractive wife, who provided guides to take them on a walk inland to visit a people they called Maxubi (now Makurap). The Maxubi were friendly and hospitable, but continuing on a forest trail Fawcett met another tribe (probably Sakurabiat) to whom he took a violent dislike. When one aimed a drawn bow at him, Fawcett shot the man with a Mauser revolver — absolutely forbidden by Brazil’s Indian Service. He described them as he imagined Neanderthals or Piltdown Man to have looked: ‘large hairy men, with exceptionally long arms, and foreheads sloping back from pronounced eye ridges… villainous savages, hideous ape men with pig-like eyes.’ No Amazonian Indian has body hair or looks remotely like this — I know, because I have spent time with over 40 different peoples. These two groups, and the two on the Heath, were the only tribal people seen by Fawcett. He liked two of them. So it was strange that he wrote racist gibberish that ‘there are three kinds of Indians. The first are docile and miserable people, easily tamed; the second, dangerous, repulsive cannibals very rarely seen; the third, a robust and fair people, who must have a civilised origin.’

When Fawcett was in the cattle country of central Bolivia in September 1914, news came of the outbreak of war. So he hurried home and by January 1915 was back in the artillery. In his late forties, he was too old for frontline service; but he fought a good war, ending as Lieutenant-Colonel.

In one of his pre-war lectures to the RGS, Fawcett had spoken of possible ancient ruins in the Amazon forests. He was now told about a scrap of paper dated 1743 in which bandeirantes imagined that they had seen a deserted city in the jungles. (The bandeirantes were slavers who scoured the interior of Brazil for Indians to capture. Although most of these thugs were illiterate, others did write reports about their travels — none of which said a word about seeing ruins.) Fawcett gave this imaginary ‘lost city’ the codename Z, and finding it became an obsession.

The easiest forest tribes to visit in Brazil were on the headwaters of one of the Amazon’s southern tributaries, the Xingu. A German anthropologist had contacted a dozen amiable peoples there in 1884; and since then they had been visited by seven groups of anthropologists or Indian Service officials. All had walked in by the same trail. So in 1920 Fawcett tried to follow this route — even though it was nowhere near where the chimera city might have been. His plans went wrong, so he got no further than a ranch halfway along the trail. In 1921 he searched for the mythical city down on the Atlantic coast, by train inland from Salvador da Bahia; but, hardly surprisingly, the miners there knew nothing.

In 1925, by now penniless but desperate, Fawcett tried again to reach the upper Xingu tribes. He now took two inexperienced ex-public schoolboys, his son Jack and Jack’s friend Raleigh Rimmel. The old surveyor made two suicidal pronouncements. One was that the trio should travel light, with nothing more than small packs. Everyone in Amazonia knew that you could not cut trails and keep your team fed with fewer than eight men. (I can confirm this, having done months of such cutting and carrying.) But Fawcett sent their pack animals and porters back, and continued with only his two novices. His other dictum was that Indians would look after them. This was equally dangerous. The Xingu tribes pride themselves on generosity; but they expect visitors to reciprocate. All expeditions in the past four decades had brought plenty of presents such as machetes, knives and beads. Fawcett had none. He committed other blunders that antagonised their hosts. So it was only a matter of days before they were all dead.

Twenty years later, Chief Comatsi of the Kalapalo tribe gave a very detailed account of Fawcett’s visit, reminding his assembled people of exactly how they had killed the unwelcome strangers. But the German anthropologist Max Schmidt, who was there in 1926, thought that they had plunged into the forests, got lost and starved to death; this was also the view of a missionary couple called Young who were on another Xingu headwater. The Brazilian Indian Service regretted that Fawcett, who was obsessively secretive, had not asked for their help in dealing with the Indians. They felt he was killed because of the harshness and lack of tact that all recognised in him.

Such was the sad tale of this incompetent, whose only skill was in surveying. But the disappearance of an English colonel while searching for a mythical ancient city in tropical rain forests was a media sensation. Two expeditions went to try to learn more. There was revived interest in the 1950s with the publication of Exploration Fawcett and the Kalapalo chief’s account of how they killed the Englishmen. Then it was forgotten until 2009 when David Grann, a talented writer, published The Lost City of Z. Unfortunately, Grann hyped the story out of all proportion and wrongly depicted Fawcett as a great explorer.

As he cheerfully admitted, Grann had no experience of rainforests. But he let his imagination run riot, with pages about ferocious piranhas, huge anacondas, electric eels (actually a fish that has never killed a man), frogs ‘with enough toxins to kill 100 people’, ‘predator’ pig-like peccary, ‘sauba ants that could reduce the men’s clothes to threads in a single night, ticks that attached like leeches (another scourge) and the red hairy chiggers that consumed human tissue. The cyanide-squirting millipedes. The parasitic worms that caused blindness…’ and so on. Everyone who know tropical forests, including me, knows that almost every word of this is nonsense.

Fawcett himself gave a simple account of his four surveying journeys for the Bolivian government. But for Grann, ‘in expedition after expedition… he explored thousands of square miles of the Amazon and helped redraw the map of South America’. Fawcett admitted that he was ‘a greenhorn in the jungle’ and knew nothing about nature. But Grann wrote that he moved ‘inch by inch through the jungle, tracing rivers and mountains, cataloguing exotic species… [until] he had explored as much of the region as anyone’.

For Grann, Fawcett was competing against other explorers ‘who were racing into the interior of South America’. The only study that Fawcett made after leaving school in 1886 was his RGS surveying course. He never mentioned any library research. But for Grann he was ‘almost unique’ in viewing 16th- and 17th-century chronicles ignored by other scholars; he re–evaluated El Dorado chronicles and consulted ‘archival records’ and ‘tribesmen’ in ‘piecing together his theory of Z’. Not a word of this was true, either.

Grann wrote that, as an author, he would have been lost without my three-volume, 2,100-page history of Brazilian Indians and five centuries of exploration. He quotes quite often from my books. So he had no excuse for describing Fawcett’s brief visits to three indigenous villages as the ‘discovery of so many previously unknown Indians’, from whom ‘he learned to speak myriad indigenous languages’, and adopted ‘herbal medicines and native methods of hunting [so that he] was better able to survive off the land’. Equally absurd was his rubbish about cannibalistic tribes, blow guns with poisoned darts, or Kuikuro menacing him with ‘gleaming spears flickering’ from the undergrowth (they never used spears, or had metal even, before their contact 130 years ago).

When the colonel vanished, Grann writes that ‘scores’ of explorers tried to find him, and that ‘one recent estimate put the death toll from these expeditions as high as 100.’ Actually, only one search expedition reached the Xingu, led by George Dyott in 1928. (It found that the three Englishmen had been killed by Indians.) The only other expedition was in 1932, but it got only as far as the Araguaia river far to the east. The death toll from these two attempts was zero. In 1935 a ridiculous actor called Albert de Winton went by himself to the Xingu and was killed by Indians who wanted his gun. So if we count him, the death toll is one — well short of Grann’s 100.

These and a great many other passages are artistic licence and hype of an absurd order. Hollywood believed everything Grann wrote, and then hyped it up more. People wishing to learn about the maverick colonel should consult his own fairly modest memoir — not the recent fantasy book and film about him. But I could recommend scores of writings by real explorers.

John Hemming is a Canadian explorer; the three volumes of his history of Brazilian Indians are Red Gold (1978), Amazon Frontier (1985) and Die If You Must (2004)