漂亮男孩2018

很难接触到的题材。甜茶的表现力与爆发力在这部电影中可以说是impressive and incredible. 影片结局不是所谓毒瘾少年改头换面重新做人的圆满，因为你知道的，那就是他。

我想到一年前的幼童自缢事件。如今的我并不知精神压迫和动辄打骂哪个属于更好的教育方式，甚至会怀疑“教育”这东西，我觉得只是大人用自己的傲慢也好耐心也好碰运气遇到一个跟你对盘的小朋友。像是驯服，可人不是动物。

" Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you.

When I was a young man I felt that these things were dumb, unsophisticated.

I had bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing.

I was hard as granite. I leered at the sun. I trusted no man and especially no woman. I was living a hell in small rooms. I broke things, smashed things, walked through glass cursed. I challenged everything was continually being evicted, jailed, in and out of fights, in and out of my mind.

Women were something to screw and rail at

I had no male friends. I changed jobs and cities. I hated hoildays, babies, history, newspapers, museums, grandmothers, marriage, movie, Spiders, garbagemen, English accents, Spain, France, Italy, walnuts and color orange.

Algebra angered me. Opera sickened me.Charlie Chaplin was a fake. And flowers were for pansies.

Peace and happiness were to me signs of inferiority, tenants of the weak and addled mind. But as I went on with my alley fights, my suicidal years, my passage through any number of women, it gradually began to occur to me that I wasn't different from the others, I was the same.

They were all fulsome with hatred, glossed over with petty grievances.

The men I fought in alleys had hearts of stone.

Everybody was nudging, inching, cheating for some insignificant advantage.

The lie was the weapon, and the plot was empty. Darkness was the dictator.

Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark.

The less I needed, the better I felt.

Maybe the other life had worn me down. I no longer found glamour in topping somebody in conversation or in mounting the body of some poor, drunken female whose life had slipped away into sorrow.

I could never gobble down all its poisons. But there were parts, tenuous magic parts, open for the asking.

I reformulated. I don't know when-- date, time, all that-- but the change occured.

Something in the relaxed, smoothed out. I no longer had to prove that I was a man. I didn't have to prove anything.

I began to see things. Coffee cups lined up behind a counter in a cafe. Or a dog walking along a sidewalk. Or the way the mouse on my dresser top stopped there, really stopped there, with its body, its ears, its nose.

It was fixed, a bit of life caught within itself, and its eyes looked at me, and they were beautiful. Then it was gone.

I began to feel good. I began to feel good in the most situations, and there were plenty of those. Like say, the boss behind his desk.

He is going to have to fire me. I've missed too many days.He's dressed in a suit, necktie, glasses. He says, ' I am going to have to let you go.' 'It's all right, ' I tell him.

He must do what he must do. He has a wife, a house, children, expenses, most probably a girlfriend. I'm sorry for him. He's caught.

I walk out into the blazing sunshine. The whole day is mine, temporarily anyhow.

The whole world is at the throat of the world. Everybody feels angry, short-changed, cheated. Everybody is despondent, disillusioned.

I welcomed shots of peace, tattered shards of happiness. I remember that stuff like the hottest number, like high heels, breasts, singing, the works.

Don't get me wrong, there is such a thing as cockeyed optimism that overlooks all basic problems just for the sake of itself.

This is a shield and a sickness. The knife got near my throat again. I almost turned on the gas again.

But when the good moments arrived again, I didn't fight them off like an alley adversary.

I let them take me. I luxuriated in them. I bade them welcome home. I even looked into the mirror once having thought myself to be ugly.

I now liked what I saw. Almost handsome . Yes, a bit ripped and ragged. Scars, lumps, odd turns. But all in all, not too bad.

Almost hadsome.

Better at least than some of those movie star faces like the cheeks of a baby's butt.

And finally I discovered real feelings for others, unheralded.

Like lately, like this morning, as I was leaving for the tracks, I saw my wife in bed, just the shape of her head there, covers pulled high, just the shape of her head there.

Not forgetting centuries of living and the dead and the dying, the pyramids, Mozart dead, but his music still there in the room, weeds growing, the Earth turning, the tote board waiting for me.

I saw the shape or my wife's head, she so still. I ached for her life, just being there under the covers.

I kissed her on forehead, got down the stairway, got outside, got into my marvelous car, fixed the seat belt, backed out the drive.

Feeling warm to the fingertips, dowm to my foot on the gas pedal, I entered the world once more, drove down the hill past the house full and empty of people.

I saw the mailman, honked. He waved back at me."

（撸了生肉）

茶老师的演技真的太厉害 不得不说整个电影确实很乱很没有重点又冗长，bgm也 莫名其妙 但是茶老师的part真的让人看到心疼，literally心疼，把Nic的绝望和挣扎都表现的很真实，还有吸完毒的状态也拿捏的很到位 茶老师前途无量

—————————二刷分割线———————— •第一次看的时候感觉配乐简直是生硬到不可理喻，二刷反而觉得配乐有种戏谑的效果（比如David尝试病毒的时候以及歌词和剧情的对应）

•David口口声声说他想要understand Nic，但他想要了解的只是他想像的Nic（所谓的beautiful boy）

•David做了那么多的研究去了解毒品，但是却从来没有试着去了解他的儿子

•Nic有那么多次都向David发出了求救的信号但是David每次都迟钝到直接忽略这些，然后再把所有的事都怪在Nic身上，就像他是一个完全尽职尽责的家长。David确实像Nic所说的，有很强的控制欲，他一直去“努力”的很大原因也是出于他没能成功地掌控局面（掌控他的儿子）

•Nic太敏感了太脆弱了，他一直一直都想得到爸爸（家人）的爱和关心（"I want them to be proud of me."），一直都想要一个家一个safe place，David的新家庭对Nic来说并不是安慰而是刺激因为弟弟妹妹们的生活全是他不曾得到也不会再得到的，他也根本无法融入根本无法在任何地方找到归宿感（爸爸从来没有真正试着去理解他，房间被堆满杂物，"be invited"），所以他只能把自己藏起来，自己去填补他一直渴望但是又得不到的东西（因为没有能力改变现实所以干脆逃离现实）

•这部电影其实说仅仅是关于毒瘾也许不太准确，我觉得更多的是Nic的心理疾病（抑郁症甚至是躁郁症），家庭是诱因，吸毒是结果（茶老师说过why不是重点但是我觉得why才是真的重点）

•二刷之后看懂了很多，不知道真实世界里的Nic怎么样了，但是希望他是真的填补了自己心里的big black hole（虽然觉得很不可能……）

伴随着影片最后八分钟的落幕和音乐，我很想表达一下我对这部电影的喜爱！

首先，当我看到十分钟左右的时候，我就已经很怀疑豆瓣上的这个评分，看到后来我越来越不服气这个评分，我去IMDb上去搜了评分——7.3，要知道甜茶同样出演的《call me》在IMDb上也只有7.9的评分。因此，豆瓣上一些大V顶着流量的旗号，影响着一大批观影者的评判，当然不少时候我也是我刚刚说的那样，是一个被影响者。

电影的摄影构图绝对是精心的，我截了几张我很喜欢的图片。摄影一直保持着高水准的构图，有黄金分割，有中轴对称，整个画面一直都保持着很舒服的状态。

配乐是丰满的，虽然有几个片段显得故意了一点，honestly，但整部电影的配乐是让我融入情绪的重要配件。重金属摇滚和亲和钢琴，还有促进情绪的配乐，都很能借助音乐表达情绪。

再说剪辑手法，个人而言我很受用时空交叠的描述方式，因为当这样的手法是文字写在书上的时候，是会引起无尽的想象的。当然有一两个地方，这种剪辑用过了，造成了理解上的些些偏差。

很多童年片段的重演，是导演对人生前后的差别表达，也是剧情的一部分。

文学与艺术方面，诗歌的介入，摇滚乐的介入，小团体忏悔式的自述的介入，无不都在掀起一些列的情绪波澜，电影的价值是在无形中被赋予的。

很多人觉得这部电影，剧本太弱，甚至有说它是一部「禁毒宣传片」。我个人的感觉是，如果不去真的用情感带入，应该会很难理解情节上的反复重复；而且一再突出的「禁毒宣传」让他们情感上很难平静得去融入电影里。

剧本不弱，情感线更不弱！父子之间的感情线，从童年讲述起，一路贯穿成长。非要在这样的电影里讲述一个动人的感情故事吗？非要像寻亲那样悲鸣吗？父亲的信任变化与情感变化，是写实的；继母的情感也是真实的！

说起情感，难道，桌子上那封写给「漂亮男孩」的信，所要传递的，不够吗？冲浪的回忆对比，不够吗？写作在整部电影里出现的意义，与充满黑暗色彩的日记本，不够吗？不能够揭露内心吗？

说到写作，我很明白，一个擅长或忠于写作的人，是能够从写作中找到解脱的。这也是为什么电影总是在强调Nic需要写作，写作是一个人得到解脱，最廉价也最昂贵的方式，昂贵在很多人不愿意借助文字表达内心。

我喜欢这部电影！我觉得这个评分大家给的太低了！

我大胆猜测大家评分只有三星的主要原因是，大家不爱这个题材，觉得毒品电影就应该拍成《湄公河行动》？？？

首先，甜茶的颜粉了有福了。

这里有恬静茶，哀伤茶，疯狂茶，绝望茶。

继「炎夏之夜」后，甜茶再次出演瘾君子。表演很不错，层次很丰富，而且情绪控制得很好，男主爹的表演和甜茶也配合得完美，从心疼的不断付出到心疼地绝望放弃。

但我其实有个疑问：上瘾的动机是什么？影片其实没有交待清楚。当然可能会有人指出是因为家庭破裂重组的关系，但是甜茶在里面可是吸尽了能吸到的各种毒品，我觉得只有经历了巨大的波折才会有如此行为吧？何况从影片中倒叙里父子互动场景能看出父亲对茶无微不至地关怀。我认为有可能是为保护真实人物的隐私而没有着重交待上瘾动机，或者电影的重点在于“走出”，因此草草掠过原因。

这是一部具有戒赌社会教育意义的片子，凑巧邻居枫叶国刚宣布大麻合法交易，可以说很反讽了。茶对毒品上瘾，想要致幻，实则想要逃避，他可能也一直能感受到自己在父亲心中是pretty boy，但是他在现有生活里，或者说空间里感到压抑，在毒品里他可以完全麻痹自己，恍如跨越到另一世界里，那个世界或许有最初完整的没有争吵的原始家庭。毒可以比作是甜茶划破现有生活的一个刀片，最后把自己伤害到遍体鳞伤，无人能救。茶心里觉得自己很丑陋，很恶心，他说谎，吸毒，浪费人生。但在父母眼里，他就是那个pretty boy，所以父亲和后妈一直在竭尽全力地帮助他，从无放弃之心，但他们最终渐渐发现，他们在这件事上毫无用处，能够get him back的人只能是茶自己。有一个场景我记得很清楚，甜茶带着女友仓皇从家里开车逃走，后妈马上去追，追到一半停下来了，大哭。我能感受到一种竭尽全力后的无力感。还有茶的亲妈给他爸打电话是说自己无论如何都不能放弃茶，但需要他的帮助，这通电话里，再也不是互相责备，而更像是忏悔，忏悔茶的上瘾原因在于他们关系的破裂，那个漂亮男孩再也回不来了。

影片彩蛋是茶的独白，他用平和的语气剖析了自己。

最后，他还是回来了。

再次成为了拥挤人群中一个能感知微小幸福的人。

So pretty.

甜茶主演的电影，没看简介来看以为是很平常的故事线进行。没想到是讲一个孩子吸毒反复挣扎无法逃离的故事，画面+音乐很是渲染人物心境和故事起伏这样。吸毒环境的压抑+看到父亲为了了解儿子吸毒而去尝试吸毒来感受毒品瞬间炸裂的愉快享受，不同时期画面的来回组接，有一种吸毒的现实与幻灭的切换，颠倒一般人的生活线。没有毒品短暂家人相聚的日子，以及吸毒逃离又联络父母的挣扎恐惧。家庭起初主要拍了主角尼克和父亲重组家庭继母和弟弟妹妹画面，因母亲住在美国另一座城市，后期母亲和父亲出现在一起陪伴尼克，看完是压抑的，父亲在起初就问他为什么要吸毒，尼克回答不出来。小时候尼克画面时不时切出，还很小到父母膝盖的孩子，假期坐飞机去妈妈家看着就很心疼的宝贝，眼里充噬着不安，可能从小伴随的不安与恐惧是长存的吧。以至于与亲情父母的交流接口也在无形中迷了方向，不知为何，答不上来。结尾先是字幕讲述美国毒品现状，和说要把它当作疾病来正视，并以一点数据来展现吸毒带给美国人民的巨大伤害。 在结尾字幕快出完，有一段独白，是尼克在学校里读过的一个诗人的一段话，写实而又并非可以用通俗字面理解，却通过尼克角色声音再一次把那段诗读完又有了许多赋予意义在里面。对了父亲是作家的身份，儿子尼克之前也在跟随兴趣写作（不得不说这是否是有遗传在里面呢），这部电影是根据书改编的，电影里父亲的名字是和书作者的名字一样，最后才意识到这可能是作者的自述与表达，面对儿子自己与毒品所经历的一切。（百度搜了下，是作者的回忆录改编～）