卡罗尔

<图片1><图片2><图片3>Dearest, there are no accidents, and everything comes full circle.No explanation I offer will satisfy you. You seek resolutions because you are young; but you will understand this one day. Everything comes full circle, and when it happens I want you to imagine me there to greet you.记得第一次Carol带Therese去高级餐厅，Therese有些局促不安的要了跟Carol一样的meal和drink，她们碰杯，马提尼里的绿橄榄轻轻摇晃，Therese的眼神有着小女生不会掩饰的憧憬和紧张第一眼看到Carol那种移不开目光的致命的吸引力，被邀请后满心欢喜的期待，对自己所爱的人的痛苦束手无策的那种绝望，坐在火车上看着窗外狼狈的哭红了眼， 诚实的回答一起旅行的第一天哪怕一下都没有想起过“未婚夫”，拿着喜欢的人的衣服忍不住闻着时脸上满满的幸福感。

Therese的喜欢清澈而浓烈，像加着苦艾和金酒的马提尼，没有一下忸怩，关于Carol的一切回答都是yes，双眸毫不躲避，坦率而又真诚的看着她，每眨一下都是在告诉对方我喜欢你她带给了她很多新奇的第一次，第一次进上层社会的餐厅，住高档的酒店，公路旅行，第一次她为她化妆，听着复古悠扬的唱片，抽烟喝酒谈笑，她打开门看到她站在门口，抬脚推进一个箱子，打开，是自己梦寐以求的相机，旁边一大摞胶卷。

她抬起头看向她，竟有些恍惚，面对强势主动的Carol，她任凭自己越陷越深，喜欢的无法自拔第一次做爱，Carol扯开浴袍的带子，她屏息凝视的看着镜子，接吻，as if they had kissed a thousand times before，闭上眼睛，天旋地转似的欢愉侵蚀着一切克制和理智第一次痛彻心扉，她离开她的那个早上开始，失魂落魄，回程路上的脸色憔悴而苍白，因为过于痛苦而忍不住干呕，失去生活的一切重心成了被遗弃的木偶小人。

印象最深的是Theresa在被挂断电话以后对着话筒动情而绝望的说I miss you, I miss you。

轻轻的重复，每一下都让看的人心碎。

那些关于Carol的黑白照片成了她与她最后的联系，一颦一笑，藏在书柜的下面，就像她们的爱情见不了阳光最后一幕的久别重逢显得有些生硬，面对Coral的表白和邀请，Therese的神情有点恍惚，她对她说了第一个no，不是不喜欢了，而是经历的痛苦在提醒着这样的爱是不是太浓烈显得太沉重。

告别的时候Carol的手搭在她的肩头，她闭上眼睛，贪婪的留恋着最后的温存，镜头一转，那个男的拍了拍她的肩，她连头都没有回喜欢，多喜欢，喜欢到明明知道接踵而来会是伤害还是义无反顾的回到Carol的身边，穿越街道，穿过人群，不顾一切诧异的眼光，那一眼对视，Everything comes full circle"That's that."

凯特女王的电影从未让人失望过。

看她的表演就如同看梅姨的表演一样，是一种真正的高逼格享受，一颦一笑，一举一动之间，都是情感，想必每一位懂得用电影来喂食自己灵魂的影迷都能感受到这种幸福。

《卡罗尔》也不例外，简直就是凯特个人演技秀，把一个家境殷实的贵妇级文艺女青年演得完美至极，为什么说她是文青呢，第一她酷爱音乐，第二，她爱上了文艺女青年特芮斯，姑且算吧。

影片很无聊，但摄影和配乐一流。

开篇选择的插入点当结尾将至更换机位再度来临时，心中早已暗生定论。

戛然而止于餐厅的对视让人感到的都是爱情圆满的样子，而到底产生于同性还是异性并无需纠结。

当卡萝尔叫来艾比载着therese而非在重压之下随之而去，那份感情真的存在。

当当事人以及律师在对簿公堂前最后的博弈时，卡萝尔心怀therese并说出不后悔的勇气让人震撼。

等不到电影，只好先拿小说来解渴。

原著是以作者Patricia Highsmith自己的故事为原型的，她在快30岁时，在纽约Bloomingdale's百货公司的玩具区遇见了一位已婚妇女，并爱上了她。

原著虽是第三人称，但基本是以Therese的视角写的，内心描写很丰富，用词很美，不算艰涩，读起来很流畅，很抓人，不忍释卷。

读的过程中不断带入Cate和Rooney，因此十分有画面感，完全被带入到故事之中，许多描写太细腻，太真实，跟着Therese一起忐忑，也跟着她一起迷醉在Carol的冷漠与温情之间，这些文字，慢慢地在我脑海中拍成电影。

原著中Therese是一个stage designer，但在改编剧本中变成了一个photographer，其实我觉得这样反而更易于表达她作为Carol的暗恋者的角度。

Rooney和Cate绝对是Therese和Carol的不二人选，这点你看了小说就会明白这次的选角有多么完美。

书我还在读，读了大半了，书摘会陆续更，每晚都又期待故事，又不忍读完它，到了该睡的时间还是不情愿放下，不断安慰自己说“好东西值得等待”，才心不甘情不愿地关灯睡下。

即使读原著知道故事的始末，依然不会“剧透”电影，因为我真正期待的不只是故事本身，而是Rooney和Cate的演绎，服装，场景，Todd Haynes怎么营造1950s纽约的复古模样，以及代入感十足的黑胶唱片老歌，而这些都是文字之外的全新创造。

总之，北美上映都要到12月18，有资源的时候估计已经是2016了，只能先来感受原著了。

附上非官方的原声，听吧，你会沉醉的。

http://pan.baidu.com/s/1bnfMneB以下为书摘，按阅读先后顺序"How do you like it pronounced? Therese?""Yes. The way you do," she answered. Carol pronounced her name the French way, Terez. She was used to a dozen variations, and sometimes she herself pronounced it differently. She liked the way Carol pronounced it, and she liked her lips saying it. An indefinite longing, that she had been only vaguely conscious of at times before, became now a recognizable wish. It was so absurd, so embarrassing a desire, thatTherese thrust it from her mind.Therese was propped on one elbow. The milk was so hot, she could barely let her lip touch it at first. The tiny sips spread inside her mouth and released a melange of organic flavors. The milk seemed to taste of bone and blood, of warm flesh, or hair, saltless as chalk yet alive as a growing embryo."There's a train in about four minutes," Carol said.Therese blurted suddenly, "Will I see you again?"Carol only smiled at her, a little reproachfully, as the window between them rose up. "Au revoir," she said.Of course, of course, she would see her again, Therese thought. An idiotic question!The car backed fast and turned away into the darkness.But there was not a moment when she did not see Carol in her mind, and all she saw, she seemed to see through Carol. That evening, the dark flat streets of New York, the tomorrow of work, the milk bottle dropped and broken in her sink, became unimportant. She flung herself on her-bed and drew a line with a pencil on a piece of paper. And another line, carefully, and another. A world was born around her, like a bright forest with a million shimmering leaves.They stopped for a red light, and Carol rolled the window up. Carol looked at her, as if really seeing her for the first time that evening, and under her eyes that went from her face to her hands in her lap, Therese felt like a puppy Carol had bought at a roadside kennel, that Carol had just remembered was riding beside her.Happiness was a little like flying, she thought, like being a kite. It depended on how much one let the string out."Are you busy? If you are, I'll leave.""No. Sit down. I'm not doing anything—except reading a play.""What play?""A play I have to do sets for." She realized suddenly she had never mentioned stage designing to Carol."Sets for?""Yes—I'm a stage designer." She took Carol's coat.Carol smiled astonishedly. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?" she asked quietly. "How many other rabbits are you going to pull out of your hat?"And perhaps she was in love with Carol, too. It put Therese on guard with her. It created a tacit rivalry that gave her a curious exhilaration, a sense of certain superiority over Abby—emotions that Therese had never known before, never dared to dream of, emotions consequently revolutionary in themselves. So their lunching together in the restaurant became nearly as important as the meeting with Carol.--•Carol glanced at her. "You imagine," she said, and the pleasant vibration of her voice faded into silence again.
The page she had written last night, Therese thought, had nothing to do with this Carol, was not addressed to her. I feel I am in love with you, she had written, and it should be spring. I want the sun throbbing on my head like chords of music. I think of a sun like Beethoven, a wind like Debussy, and birdcalls like Stravinsky. But the tempo is all mine.•As if she wouldn't turn down a job on a ballet set to go away with Carol—to go with her through country she had
never seen before, over rivers and mountains, not knowing where they would be when night came.•Behind Carol, an airport searchlight made a pale sweep in the night, and disappeared. Carol's voice seemed to
linger in the darkness. In its richer, happier tone, Therese could hear the depths within her where she loved Rindy, deeper than she would probably ever love anyone else.•It shook Therese in the profoundest part of her where no words were, no easy words like death or dying or killing. Those words were somehow future, and this was present. An inarticulate anxiety, a desire to know, know anything, for certain, had jammed itself in her throat so for a moment she felt she could hardly breathe. Do you think, do you think, it began. Do you think both of us will die violently someday, be suddenly shut off? But even that question wasn't definite
enough. Perhaps it was a statement after all: I don't want to die yet without knowing you. Do you feel the same way, Carol? She could have uttered the last question, but she could not have said all that went before it.•"I suppose the first thing is not to be afraid." Therese turned and saw Carol's smile. "You're smiling because you think I am afraid, I suppose."
 "You're about as weak as this
match." Carol held it burning for a moment after she lighted her cigarette. "But given the right conditions, you could burn a house down, couldn't you?"
 "Or a city."
 "But you're even afraid to take a little trip with me. You're afraid because you think you haven't got enough money."
 "That's not it."
 "You've got some very strange values, Therese. I asked you to go with me, because it would give me pleasure to have you. I should think it'd be good for
you, too, and good for your work. But you've got to spoil it by a silly pride about money. Like that handbag you gave me. Out of all proportion. Why don't you take it back, if you need the money? I don't need the handbag. It gave you pleasure to give it to me, I suppose. It's the same thing, you see. Only I make sense and you don't." Carol walked by her and turned to her again, poised with one foot forward and her head up, the short blond hair as unobtrusive as a statue's hair. "Well, do you think it's funny?"•Carol went into the green room, and stayed there while it played. Therese stood by the door of her room, listening, smiling.
 ... I'll never regret... the years I'm giving... They're easy to give, when you're in love... I'm happy to do whatever I do for you...
 That was her song. That was everything she felt about Carol.•Was life, were human relations like this always, Therese wondered. Never solid ground underfoot. Always like gravel, a little yielding, noisy so the whole world could hear, so one always listened, too, for the loud, harsh step of the intruder's foot.•Therese still felt the effects of what she had drunk, the tingling of the champagne that drew her painfully close to Carol. If she simply asked, she thought, Carol would let her sleep tonight in the same bed with her. She wanted more than that, to kiss her, to feel their bodies next to each other's. Therese thought of the two girls she had seen in the Palermo bar. They did that, she knew, and more. And would Carol suddenly thrust her away in disgust, if she merely wanted to hold her in her arms? And would whatever affection Carol now had for her vanish in that instant? A vision of Carol's cold rebuff swept her courage clean away. It crept back humbly in the question, couldn't she ask simply to sleep in the same bed with her?•She rode up in an elevator and she was acutely conscious of Carol beside her, as if she dreamed a dream in which Carol was the subject and the only figure. In the room, she lifted her suitcase from the floor to a chair, unlatched it and left it, and stood by the writing table, watching Carol. As if her emotions had been in abeyance all the past hours, or days, they flooded her now as she watched Carol opening her suitcase, taking out, as she always did first, the leather kit that contained her toilet articles, dropping it onto the bed. She looked at Carol's hands, at the lock of hair that fell over the scarf tied around her head, at the scratch she had gotten days ago across the toe of her moccasin.
 "What're you standing there for?" Carol asked. "Get to bed, sleepyhead."
 "Carol, I love you."
 Carol straightened up. Therese stared at her with intense, sleepy eyes.•Then Carol finished taking her pajamas from the suitcase and pulled the lid down. She came to Therese and put her hands on her shoulders. She squeezed her shoulders hard, as if she were exacting a promise from her, or perhaps searching her to see if what she had said were real. Then she kissed Therese on the lips, as if they had kissed a thousand times before.
 "Don't you know I love you?" Carol said.•Then Therese set the container of milk on the floor and looked at Carol who was sleeping already, on her stomach, with one arm flung up as she always went to sleep. Therese pulled out the light. Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched, fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale-white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered.•"Go to sleep," Carol said.
 Therese hoped she would not. But when she felt Carol's hand move on her shoulder, she knew she had been asleep. It was dawn now. Carol's fingers tightened in her hair, Carol kissed her on the lips, and pleasure leaped in Therese again as if it were only a continuation of the moment when Carol had slipped her arm under her neck last night. I love you, Therese wanted to say again, and then the words were erased by the tingling and terrifying pleasure that spread in waves from Carol's lips over her neck, her shoulders, that rushed suddenly, the length of her body. Her arms were tight around Carol, and she was conscious of Carol and
nothing else, of Carol's hand that slid along her ribs, Carol's hair that brushed her bare breasts, and then her body too seemed to vanish in widening circles that leaped further and further, beyond where thought could follow. While a thousand memories and moments, words, the first darling, the second time Carol had met her at the store, a thousand memories of Carol's face, her voice, moments of anger and laughter flashed like the tail of a comet across her brain. And now it was pale-blue distance and space, an expanding space in which she took flight suddenly like a long arrow. The arrow seemed to cross an impossibly wide abyss with ease, seemed to arc on and on in space, and not quite to stop. Then she realized that she still clung to Carol, that she trembled violently, and the arrow was herself. She saw Carol's pale hair across her eyes, and now Carol's head was close against hers. And she did not have to ask if this were right, no one had to tell her, because this could not have been more right or perfect.•"Go to sleep," Carol said.
 Therese hoped she would not. But when she felt Carol's hand move on her shoulder, she knew she had been asleep. It was dawn now. Carol's fingers tightened in her hair, Carol kissed her on the lips, and pleasure leaped in Therese again as if it were only a continuation of the moment when Carol had slipped her arm under her neck last night. I love you, Therese wanted to say again, and then the words were erased by the tingling and terrifying pleasure that spread in waves from Carol's lips over her neck, her shoulders, that rushed suddenly, the length of her body. Her arms were tight around Carol, and she was conscious of Carol and nothing else, of Carol's hand that slid along her ribs, Carol's hair that brushed her bare breasts, and then her body too seemed to vanish in widening circles that leaped further and further, beyond where thought could follow. While a thousand memories and moments, words, the first darling, the second time Carol had met her at the store, a thousand memories of Carol's face, her voice, moments of anger and laughter flashed like the tail of a comet across her brain. And now it was pale-blue distance and space, an expanding space in which she took flight suddenly like a long arrow. The arrow seemed to cross an impossibly wide abyss with ease, seemed to arc on and on in space, and not quite to stop. Then she realized that she still clung to Carol, that she trembled violently, and the arrow was herself. She saw Carol's pale hair across her eyes, and now Carol's head was close against hers. And she did not have to ask if this were right, no one had to tell her, because this could not have been more right or perfect. She held Carol tighter against her, and felt Carol's mouth on her own smiling mouth. Therese lay still, looking at her at Carol's face only inches away from her, the gray eyes calm as she had never seen them, as if they retained some of the space she had just emerged from. And it seemed strange that it was still Carol's face, with the freckles, the bending blond eyebrow that she knew, the mouth now as calm as her eyes, as Therese had seen it many times before.•"My angel," Carol said. "Flung out of space."
 Therese looked up at the corners of the room that were much brighter now, at the bureau with the bulging front and the shield-shaped drawer pulls, at the frameless mirror with the beveled edge, at the green patterned curtains that hung straight at the windows, and the two gray tips of buildings that showed just above the sill. She would remember every detail of this room forever.
 "What town is this?" she asked.
 Carol laughed. "This? This is Waterloo." She reached for a cigarette.
 "Isn't that awful."
 Smiling, Therese raised up on her elbow. Carol put a cigarette between her lips. "There's a couple of Waterloos in every state," Therese said.•Therese threw the newspapers on the bed and came to her. Carol seized her suddenly in her arms. They stood holding each other as if they would never separate. Therese shuddered, and there were tears in her eyes. It was hard to find words, locked in Carol's arms, closer than kissing.
 "Why did you wait so long?" Therese asked.
 "Because—I thought there wouldn't be a second time, that I wouldn't want it. But that's not true."
 Therese thought of Abby, and it was like a slim shaft of bitterness dropping between them. Carol released her.
 "And there was something else—to have you around reminding me, knowing you and knowing it would be so easy. I'm sorry. It wasn't fair to you."
 Therese set her teeth hard. She watched Carol walk slowly away across the room, watched the space widen, and remembered the first time she had seen her walk so slowly away in the department store, Therese had thought forever. Carol had loved Abby, too, and she reproached herself for it. As Carol would one day for loving her, Therese wondered? Therese understood now why the December and January weeks had been made up of anger and indecision, reprimands alternating with indulgences. But she understood now that whatever Carol said in words, there were no barriers and no indecisions now. There was no Abby, either, after this morning, whatever had happened between Carol and Abby before.•"You've made me so happy ever since I've known you,"
Therese said.
 "I don't think you can judge."
 "I can judge this morning."
 Carol did not answer. Only the rasp of the door lock answered her. Carol had locked the door and they were alone. Therese came toward her, straight into her arms.
 "I love you," Therese said, just to hear the words. "I love you, I love you."•She looked at Therese, and at last Therese saw a smile rising slowly in her eyes, bringing Carol with it. "I
mean responsibilities in the world that other people live in and that might not be yours. Just now it isn't, and that's why in New York I was exactly the wrong person for you to know—because I indulge you and keep you from growing up."
 "Why don't you stop?"
 "I'll try. The trouble is, I like to indulge you."
 "You're exactly the right person for me to know," Therese said.
 "Am I?"
 On the street, Therese said, "I don't suppose Harge would like it if he knew we were away on a trip, either, would he?"
 "He's not going to know about it."
 "Do you still want to go to Washington?"
 "Absolutely, if you've got the time. Can you stay away all of February?"
 Therese nodded.•"Do you mean that about not writing to him? That's your decision?" Carol asked.• "Yes."
 Therese watched Carol knock the water out of her toothbrush, and turn from the basin, blotting her face with a towel. Nothing about Richard mattered so much to her as the way Carol blotted her face with a towel.
 "Let's say no more," Carol said.
 She knew Carol would say no more. She knew Carol had been pushing her toward him, until this moment. Now it seemed it might all have been for this moment as Carol turned and walked toward her and her heart took a giant's step forward.•It was an evening Therese would never forget, and unlike most such evenings, this one registered as unforgettable while it still lived. It was a matter of the bag of popcorn they shared, the circus, and the kiss Carol gave her back of some booth in the performers' tent. It was a matter of that particular enchantment that came from Carol—though Carol took their good times so for granted—seemed to work on all the world around them, a matter of everything going perfectly, without disappointments or hitches, going just as they wished it to.•"What's going to happen when we get back to New York? It can't be the same, can it?"
 "Yes," Carol said. "Till you get tired of me."
 Therese laughed. She heard the soft snap of Carol's scarf end in the wind.
 "We might not be living together, but it'll be the same."
 They couldn't live together with Rindy, Therese knew. It was useless to dream of it. But it was more than enough that Carol promised in words it would be the same.•Carol picked up her wine glass and said, "Chateau Neuf-du-Pape in Nebraska. What'll we drink to?"
 "Us."
 It was something like the morning in Waterloo, Therese thought, a time too absolute and flawless to seem real, though it was real, not merely props in a play—their brandy glasses on the mantel, the row of deers' horns above, Carol's cigarette lighter, the fire itself. But at moments she felt like an actor, remembered only now and then her identity with a sense of surprise, as if she had been playing in these last days the part of someone else, someone
fabulously and excessively lucky. She looked up at the fir branches fixed in the rafters, at the man and woman talking inaudibly together at a table against the wall, at the man alone at his table, smoking his cigarette slowly. She thought of the man sitting with the newspaper in the hotel in Waterloo. Didn't he have the same colorless eyes and the long creases on either side of his mouth? Or was it only that this moment of consciousness was so much the same as that other moment?
 They spent the night in Lusk, ninety miles away.•Carol wanted her with her, and whatever happened they would meet it without running. How was it possible to be afraid and in love, Therese thought. The two things did not go together.
How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.•But there were other days when they drove out into the mountains alone, taking any road they saw. Once they came upon a little town they liked and spent the night there, without pajamas or toothbrushes, without past or future, and the night became another of those islands in time, suspended somewhere in the heart or in the memory, intact and absolute.•Carol went into the bathroom arid turned on the shower.
 Therese came in after her. "I thought I was using this John."
 "I'm using it, but I'll let you come in."
 "Oh, thanks." Therese took off her robe as Carol did.
 "Well?" Carol said.
 "Well?" Therese stepped under the shower.
 "Of all the nerve." Carol got under it, too, and twisted Therese's arm behind her, but Therese only giggled.
 Therese wanted to embrace her, kiss her, but her free arm reached out convulsively and dragged Carol's head
against her, under the stream of water, and there was the horrible sound of a foot slipping.
 "Stop it, we'll fall!" Carol shouted. "For Christ's sake, can't two people take a shower in peace?"•Carol wanted to know everything she had done, how the roads were, and whether she had on the yellow pajamas or the blue ones. "I'll have a hard time getting to sleep tonight without you."
 "Yes." Immediately, out of nowhere, Therese felt tears pressing behind her eyes.
 "Can't you say anything but yes?"
 "I love you.•"Carol does?" Dutch said, turning to her as he polished a lass.
 Then a strange resentment rose in Therese because he had said her name, and she made a resolution not to speak of Carol again at all, not to anyone in the city.•She wrote to Carol late that night.
 The news is wonderful. I celebrated with a single daiquiri at the Warrior. Not that I am conservative, but did you know that one drink has the kick of three when you are alone?... I love this town because it all reminds me of you. I know you don't like it any more than any other town, but that isn't the point. I mean you are here as much as I can bear you to be, not being here...•In the library, she looked at books with photographs of Europe in
them, marble fountains in Sicily, ruins of Greece in sunlight, and she wondered if she and Carol would really ever go there. There was still so much they had not done. There was the first voyage across the Atlantic. There were simply the mornings, mornings anywhere, when she could lift her head from a pillow and see Carol's face, and know that the day was theirs and that nothing would separate them.•They were happy weeks—you knew it more than I did. Though all we have known is only a beginning. I meant to try to tell you in this letter that you don't even know the rest and perhaps you never will and are not supposed to—meaning destined to. We never fought, never came back knowing there was nothing else we wanted in heaven or hell but to be together. Did you ever care for me that much, I don't know. But that is all part of it and all we have known is only a beginning. And it has been such a short time.•You say you love me however I am and when I curse. I say I love you always, the person you are and the person you will become. I would say it in a court if it would mean anything to those people or possibly change anything, because those are not the words I am afraid of.•And she remembered Carol saying, I like to see you walking. When I see you from a distance, I feel you're walking on the palm of my hand and you're about five inches high. She could hear Carol's soft voice under the babble of the wind, and she grew tense, with bitterness and fear. She walked faster, ran a few steps, as if she could run out of that morass of love and hate and resentment in which her mind suddenly floundered.•Something Carol had said once came suddenly to her mind: every adult has secrets. Said as casually as Carol said everything, stamped as indelibly in her brain as the address she had written on the sales slip in Frankenberg's. She had an impulse to tell Dannie the rest, about the picture in the library, the picture in
the school. And about the Carol who was not a picture, but a woman with a child and a husband, with freckles on her hands and a habit of cursing, of growing melancholy at unexpected moments, with a bad habit of indulging her will. A woman who had endured much more in New York than she had in South Dakota. She looked at Dannie's eyes, at his chin with the faint cleft. She knew that up to now she had been under a spell that prevented her from seeing anyone in the world but Carol.• Once that had been impossible, and had been what she wanted most in the world. To live with her and share everything with her, summer and winter, to walk and read together, to travel together. And she remembered the days of resenting Carol, when she had imagined Carol asking her this, and herself answering no.
 "Would you?" Carol looked at her.
 Therese felt she balanced on a thin edge. The resentment was gone now.
 Nothing but the decision remained now, a thin line suspended in the air, with nothing on either side to push her or pull her. But on the one side, Carol, and on the other an empty question mark. On the one side, Carol, and it would be different now, because they were both different. It would be a world as unknown as the world just past had been when she first entered it. Only now, there were no obstacles. Therese thought of Carol's perfume that today meant nothing. A blank to be filled in, Carol would say.•The lights were not bright, and she did not see her at first, half hidden in the shadow against the far wall, facing her. Nor did Carol see her. A man sat opposite her, Therese did not know who. Carol raised her hand slowly and brushed her hair back, once on either side, and Therese smiled because the gesture was Carol, and it was Carol she loved and would always love. Oh, in a different way now, because she was a different person, and it was like meeting Carol all over again, but it was still Carol and no one else. It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell. Therese waited. Then as she was
about to go to her Carol saw her, seemed to stare at her incredulously a moment while Therese watched the slow smile growing, before her arm lifted suddenly, her hand waved a quick, eager greeting that Therese had never seen before. Therese walked toward her.
 
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于 2015-05-17 刊于深焦DeepFocus公众号文/ 张宇旋世上有太多种凝视。

五十多年前，戈达尔的《蔑视》里有一组希腊雕塑对着各个方向凝视的镜头。

当红色的眼睛望向摄影机、向我们致意、Georges Delerue的音乐响起时，一股圣洁情感的力量从心底升起。

而《卡罗尔》的片尾那样简单正反打的凝视就是如此，却更具深意。

三岛由纪夫在长篇巨著《丰饶之海》里有这样一段描写：傍晚的火焰、深夜的火焰、黎明前的火焰，都不是完全相同的火焰，但又不是别的火焰，而是依存于同一盏灯，彻夜燃烧着。

那么，影片最后这一对意味深长的凝视里，凯特·布兰切特保持着始终如海一样的目光，鲁尼·玛拉眼里则闪耀着复杂得多的傍晚的、深夜的、黎明前的火焰。

她们的凝视让观众的情感和布景一道在屏幕上熊熊燃烧。

故事开始于凯特·布兰切特饰演的卡罗尔与鲁尼玛拉饰演的特雷莎在餐馆吃饭的情景，视点却落在了特雷莎的一位男性朋友身上。

我们跟随他走进这家饭店，布景散发着浓郁的、殷实的资产阶级气息，而第一眼看到卡罗尔时，她的身份和性格就已经被作为皮草的服装、寥寥的对话、简洁的动作表达得清楚而干净了。

令人印象尤其深刻的，是卡罗尔为了赴约离开饭桌时在特雷莎肩上轻轻的那一按：此时，鲁尼·玛拉适时将头扭向凯特·布兰切特，迷离的眼神诉说了她心底里幽暗、犹豫却又暗涌着勇敢的情愫。

剧照：凯特·布兰切特与鲁尼·玛拉特雷莎是百货公司的售货员，男友理查德逼婚很紧，她对他谈不上不爱，也谈不上爱。

卡罗尔正经历离婚危机。

1952年的圣诞节前夕，卡罗尔来到百货公司给自己4岁的女儿买圣诞礼物、遇见了特雷莎，却将自己的手套遗忘在了柜台。

特雷莎好心将手套连同购得的礼物寄回，卡罗尔为了表示感谢邀请她去家里做客。

而两人第一次在餐馆吃饭时，鲁尼·玛拉的精彩表演甚至奠定了她可能会拿到影后的基础。

特雷莎既不清楚卡罗尔的用意，也不明白对这个比自己年长得多的女人到底抱有怎样的感情。

卡罗尔则强势得多，没有看菜单便熟稔地点好了餐。

餐前酒，她点的是Dry Martini，侍者走到特雷莎身边时，她模仿着卡罗尔也点了一样的餐前酒、后面干脆说“我也要完全一样的东西”。

这是个非常重要的情节点，特雷莎开始了她对眼前这位风韵女人的探索：从向她学习开始。

她的举止，她眼神落在的位置。

卡罗尔自然清楚地看到了这一切，她优雅地点起了烟，歪着头撩开自己后颈上的头发，香水味飘到了特雷莎那里。

她在勾引她，如此自然却又摄人心魄。

一个成熟女人对于一个可能还只是女孩的女人的极致吸引也不过如此了吧。

导演托德·海因斯与鲁尼·玛拉在现场后来的发展并不令人惊奇：卡罗尔尚未与丈夫彻底离婚、不愿意和他一起过圣诞、丈夫带走了她挚爱的女儿、她约特雷莎开车出去过节。

这一段类似公路片的旅行，让两人加深了彼此了解，也自然发生了身体的接触。

那个夜晚，特雷莎坐在梳妆台前对着镜子看着自己，卡罗尔站在她身后看着她。

卡罗尔身上同时散发着父亲、母亲和情人的气息：力量、崇高和性感。

她指引着特雷莎，直到她对她的身体无比熟悉。

特雷莎也勇敢地面对了自己生命中最隐秘的发现，在森林里一步步走向金色的巅峰。

导演的高明之处在于，完全否定了理性化特雷莎这一隐秘发现的尝试，不再有弗洛伊德出现在对她童年可能出现的不愉快经历的精神分析里。

这里，只有感情。

我们看到的，也只有充溢着的感情，这简单的、丰满的爱从屏幕边缘慢慢滴下。

就像特雷莎曾经对于自己男友的发问，尽管那时她并不明白自己对卡罗尔就是那排斥逻辑的、莫名的爱：“你有喜欢过一个男孩吗？

”性别已经不存在，通常同性恋电影里异性角色的配置也已经被颠覆。

导演托德·海因斯与凯特·布兰切特和同性“好友”在圣诞、新年期间出行，又处于离婚官司的关键阶段，卡罗尔被自己的丈夫摆了一道。

这在他看来如丑闻一般的精神与肉体的出轨，让他决定用对孩子的监护权来复仇自己的妒忌。

卡罗尔会如何反应？

电影会变成庸常的英雄类型，然后卡罗尔完成对自己的救赎并且夺回对孩子的监护权？

还是更糟：卡罗尔与特雷莎的感情让位，成为一出家庭和伦理的闹剧？

都不是。

导演让卡罗尔主动承认自己的“错误”，放弃了对孩子的监护权、但要求按照规律的时间看望自己的孩子。

监护权的争夺似乎在美国有离婚桥段的电影、电视剧里成为另一种严酷的战争，而几乎没有任何剧本会让任何角色主动放弃这一神圣的权利：它是即将结束的婚姻关系中胜者的战利品，是道德的制高点。

在这样一个道德和情感的天平上，卡罗尔做了一个娄烨在《颐和园》里那句余虹的著名台词式的选择：什么是道德？

我觉得两个人在一起，这就是道德。

两大女神的联手更让人期待不已以上的这一切，都是特雷莎在片头与卡罗尔吃饭那场戏结束以后的闪回。

回到现实以后，特雷莎决定离开朋友那无聊、寂寞的派对，应卡罗尔之约在九点之前找她。

在她看到她的时候，她正与几个朋友围坐在桌前聊天。

她又看见了她的目光，她不确定那目光是否也如她对她的一样属于完全相同的火焰，但她确定她不是别的火焰。

她们必须依存于同一盏灯，然后彻夜燃烧。

看完電影的那一刻，我是被震驚的，因為我作為一個純純的直女，竟然也有了如沐春風又患得患失纏綿悱惻一般愛的感覺，這是非常詭異的。

還記得大學時候，我選修的文學課程，基調就是女性主義（好聽一點的女權主義，英文都一個說法），當時老師表達的看法，我深感認同，時至今日也一直都在為這份認同感添磚加瓦—— “如果論及起源，男同性戀者更像是天生的、自然而然的，因為他們具備可以彼此滿足的生理機制。

而女同性戀者則傾向於情感上面得不到填補、滿足，互相取暖以後而產生的情愫，追根溯源，甚至還跟女權主義思想興起有關。

兩者的基礎和機制是不一樣的，所以在討論同性戀這個問題的時候，我們要分開男女來探討。

” 不太想一一分析Carol和Therese之間的情感是如何緣起和深化的，如果你願意後退一步，去留意Carol和Therese各自原本的感情經歷，反而會更容易明白這“緣不知因何而起，竟一往情深”的因由。

Therese身邊的是直男（癌）追求者，Carol嫁的也是直男（癌），他們都自有一套“我的看法就是你的看法”、“我的生活就是你要的生活”、“我的決定就是你最好的安排”，直男們往往最不屑一顧的是眼前這個自己聲稱是最上心、最在乎、最疼愛的女人心裡的想法，他們理所當然地漠視了這些女人作為一個人，一個獨立的個體所需要被尊重的主體意識。

還記得我在看Revolutionary Road（《浮生路》）時就有彈幕嚴正指出女主角鬱鬱寡歡作死尋死活該時說的話—— “女人，太有主體意識不好……” 當時的彈幕竟然也沒有人打擊這樣的論調，反而還有人表示贊同，在無法追究評論者的性別的情況下，作為一枚安靜的看客，我一笑而過。

很多人向我表示，明確指出“我們社會是男女平等的”，我都笑笑沒啥想要評論的，恍如又在看那條分明很囂張的感慨彈幕那般，但其實我一直想說的話是—— 真正的男女平等，放在當今這個社會，不再僅僅是我們都有工作的權利、都有升職的空間、都婚戀自由，事情並沒有那麼簡單。

如果說男女平等的基礎我們已經先天具備了，那麼，主體意識的平等，便是那上層建築。

缺乏了這一層，我們說的好聽是男女平等，說得不好聽女人那就是一個幫著解決生理需求、幫著生兒育女、幫著養家糊口、幫著伺候男方爸媽、包攬家頭事務的女工。

而身邊的女性朋友竟然還覺得現在已經夠男女平等了，真的夠了嗎？

你覺得財產分你一半、撫養權能被爭取、能夠有私房錢，就是平等了，這未免太知足常樂了。

因為你沒有把那些你辛苦學會的知識、努力考取的文憑、個人喜好、日漸累積的生活經驗以及你作為一個人應該有的主體意識上的損耗計算在內。

這個時代，爲了生活放棄主體意識的人太多了，而他們其實都沒有察覺。

但如果你問，你是要生活還是要愛情，他們會清晰地告訴你自己已經放棄了主體意識的這個事實。

年輕一點的時候，我總是嘗試把偏執、習慣、依賴等的特性從愛情中分離出來，去提煉一個純粹的愛情概念。

長大了才明白，純粹的愛情，建立在具有主體意識的個體上，我們都是獨立的個體、都有各自的生活、也有相異的追求，而這並不阻礙我們彼此吸引、協同合作、互有退讓，然後共同分享、共同努力、共同進步，最後安穩、和順地共同生活在一起。

電影裡直男們分別質問和訓誡了兩位女主，也是在質問著但凡有點主體意識的女性觀眾—— “你覺得這是愛情嗎？

你覺得你可以義無反顧嗎？

你不是唯一一個，她很快就厭棄你的了，到時候你還得回來求我，求和我重歸舊好！

我為了和你結婚，我都換成了現在這個穩定的工作你還想讓我怎樣？！

” 追求者不能理解Therese的攝影愛好，並不反感她當時在商場裏做一個毫無靈魂特點的售貨員，並且拿她出去旅遊的時候必須要帶上那部破玩意相機開玩笑。

他從未打從心底瞧得起她的興趣和志願，卻把自己應該努力的方向當做是為對方作出的退讓和犧牲。

“我給你的還不夠嗎？

這些還不夠嗎？

我們有美滿的家庭，有我們共同的女兒，你為什麼總要搞那麼多的事情，去破壞原本我們有的這一切？！

” 作為Carol的丈夫，經常都在外工作應酬，兩個人能夠相處、見面、互相慰籍的時間少得可憐，他從不在意她陪同出席那些場合時是否樂意，而在乎的是她作為他的妻子，有義務陪同他出席這些無趣的場合。

她應該配合他，哪怕他對她付出的感情那麼稀薄。

Carol第一次出軌，正是和自己從小相識到現在的女性友人，在最淒冷情緒裡，互相取暖、互生情愫。

而丈夫只把這事情當做是逢場作戲一般，沒有警覺和警惕，以為那並不具備撼動原有婚姻的能量，他是如此地不在意她的情感走向，卻非常在意她所充當的妻子的角色。

於是乎，天時地利人和，把兩個欲求不滿的女人，湊在了一塊，驚鴻一瞥又電光火石間，生成了愛情。

My angel, Flung out of space.你是我的天使，從遙遠的太空中向我飛來。

這段當時世人認為不倫、不道德的愛情，進行得並不平順。

而他們從彼此作伴、相互欣賞和取暖，最終到寬衣解帶赤身相對，生理滿足背後都有滿滿的感情鋪墊，雖説那是一場拍得不夠驚豔的床戲，卻有讓人難以忘懷的前戲。

知道事情不可違，知道分離在所難免，Carol將Therese託付給友人陪同回到原處，留下一封情真意切的信，正正是這樣一封信，一字一句地向我描繪著愛情的輪廓： Dearest,There are no accidents, and he would found us one way or another. Everything comes full circle. Be grateful it was sooner rather than later. You’ll think it harsh of me to say so, but no explanation I offer will satisfy you. Please don’t be angry when I tell you that you seek resolution and explanations because you’re young. But you will understand this one day, and when it happens, I want you to imagine me there to greet you. Our lives stretched out ahead of us,a perpetual sunrise. But until then, there must be no contact between us. I have much to do, and you, my darling, even more. Please believe that I would do anything to see you happy, and soI do the only thing I can—I release you. “摯愛的你， 這世上本無意外，我們的事，他遲早會發現。

一切都是命中註定，應該慶幸，這一刻是早來，而不是遲到。

你會覺得，我這樣說很殘忍，但我無法給你一個滿意的解釋。

我這樣說你不要生氣，你苦尋答案和解釋，其實是因為你還年輕。

但總有一天，你會明白，而當你明白之時，我希望你去想像我在彼岸等你。

那時，我們的生命會在前路一同綻放，猶如一場永恆的日出。

但在那以前，我們之間，不能有任何接觸，我還有太多需要處理的事，而你，我親愛的，會有更多。

請相信，我願意去做任何事情來換取你的幸福，所以，我決定做我唯一能做的事——我選擇放手。

” 而愛情，並不厭棄分離，事實也證明，她們各自處理完那些阻礙愛情生長的荊棘，各自積攢著滋養愛情所需要的養分，那因為分離而暫停發育的幼芽，正等待合適的時機再度成長。

愛情本身，不會因爲外人強詞奪理而改變它的本質和初衷，純粹的愛情經歷過歲月的沉澱和歷練，會變得濃醇，因爲愛裏面沒有可供發酵和變質的雜質。

多少年以後，我們將這獨一無二的佳釀再次開啓，會再次沉醉於濃醇、厚重、百味雜陳又柔軟協調的馥郁濃香裏。

是的，這次不是幻覺，不是夢境，這次是愛情，獨一無二。

正如片中Carol给Therese的信里写道的：“世上的事，都有轮回。

"(Everything comes to full circle.) 作为观众，我们在两个小时中看到的除了一段刻骨铭心的爱情，还有一个美丽的姑娘从青涩走向成熟的过程。

两位的女主角Carol和Therese从相貌，穿着，年龄，阶层都差别巨大。

一个是高贵优雅的中年妇人，而另一个是普通的售货女孩。

Carol经历过婚姻中的美好与背叛，正烦恼着离婚和争夺孩子抚养权的事。

而Therese的人生才刚刚开始，她探索着自己的兴趣，体验着爱情的滋味。

影片开始的Therese有些懵懵懂懂的，不懂如何拒绝别人。

她不知道自己想要什么，也不知道女神一般的Carol在想什么。

她只知道，Carol想她怎样做，她就怎么来。

然而在被爱折磨的淋漓尽致后，Therese蜕变为一个独立的女性。

她凭着自己的照片得到了《纽约时报》的工作，得到了朋友的尊重。

她做自己想做的事，过自己喜欢的生活，年轻而有才华。

当一个女人刚刚开始散发出成熟的韵味时，她的美令人无法抵挡。

Carol的目光始终离不开Therese的脸庞，她对这个姑娘从开始的疼爱，逐渐的变为欣赏。

看着打扮端庄的Therese，Carol感到欣慰，“你长大了，像支绽放的花朵儿。

” 这样的赞美若是放在之前，恐怕能让Therese开心的晕过去，而此时我们从她脸上并没有看到太多表情。

“我想你搬来和我一起住，但我觉得你应该不会答应。

”自问自答的话显出了Carol的心虚，此时她在Therese面前已不是那个光芒四射的女神，她甚至会说出有些幼稚的话：“你恨我么？

” “你是因为离开了我才变好的么？

” Carol知道这一次是自己在赌。

她此前已经为了Therese放弃了孩子的抚养权。

但她觉得只有这么做了，她才有勇气坐在心爱之人对面。

对于Therese的决定，Carol并没有把握。

此时在两个人的关系中，Carol成了弱势的一方，主动权则落到Therese手里。

“不，我不想这么做。

” Therese不是对Carol没有渴望，她只是学会了保护自己，学会了跟哪怕最爱的人说“不”这个字。

对于这个决定，Carol除了接受没有其他选择。

她放下身段，看着Therese的眼睛，在一段长长的停顿后，终于说出藏在心底的话 —— “我爱你。

”这样跌宕起伏却又不失真实的剧情变化，正体现了导演和编剧对故事结构的把握力。

导演Todd Haynes在访谈中多次提到他与编剧Phyllis Nagy一起修改剧本的经过。

Haynes作为一个心思细腻的导演，也十分喜欢原著《盐的代价》。

他和Nagy在前期阶段经常坐在一起聊小说里的细节，兴起时两人往往是一拍大腿，灵光乍现。

Nagy是原著作者Patricia Highsmith的好友，然而改编却是在作者去世后才进行的。

而通过Nagy与Haynes的不断沟通，最后呈现在大屏幕上的故事似乎比原著更多了些对女性复杂又敏感的内心世界的描写。

比如电影中有一场戏是Carol在Therese公寓墙上看到一张她小时候的照片，这让Carol一下子想起自己的女儿，从而背过身掩面而泣。

原著中几乎不曾对Carol思念女儿有过任何描写，而作为男性的Haynes却能捕捉到做母亲的这点心思，实在厉害。

故事的结尾与开头遥相呼应，最后一场戏与二人初次相遇的情景相差无几。

不同的是，这一次Therese脸上没有了之前那样小心翼翼，不知所措的表情。

她的笑容带着幸福与自信，她站在房间中央，耐心的等待着Carol的眼神与她相聚的那个瞬间。

《开罗尔》讲的是发生在两个女人间的爱情，但我并不觉得它是个小众的同性电影。

它与任何美好的爱情故事一样令人心动，只是更多了一点悲伤与优美。

如导演本人所说：“我觉得自己很幸运，能跟这样一群对电影充满爱的人一起工作。

”我相信这份爱也通过镜头和音乐，感染了每个喜欢电影的观众。

毫无疑问，《卡罗尔》在视觉上有出众的细腻美感。

影片的摄影风格节制，冷静，有着极强的艺术性，仿佛每一帧都可以被定格为精致优雅的画报。

相较之下，《卡罗尔》的剧情似乎偏弱，被许多人评价为格局小，新意少，只是专注的讲述了一段隐秘深刻的爱情，而无更多对社会的注解与批判。

然而我认为，《卡罗尔》的格局并不小，它对政治和社会的批判只是没有在剧情大纲里直接表现出来而已。

实际上，电影的美学形式和内涵并不应该被泾渭分明的区分开来。

《卡罗尔》对“大格局”的野心，恰恰体现在一些电影构图的小细节里：镜头下那些看似空洞的精致布景，可能蕴藏着丰富的象征，使电影表达的内涵远不限于剧本故事本身。

而这其实才是电影有别于文学的独特魅力。

比如，《卡罗尔》中常出现一个有趣的取景角度：镜头常常是透过玻璃窗望向迷蒙的人物或城市街道的。

那么这时常隔在视线中的玻璃窗应该被怎样解读呢？

1. 女性的困境《卡罗尔》中的确没有激进的政治宣言，也没有热血的抗争，有的只是两位女主角之间静水深流的爱。

然而，即使没有露骨地政治性批判，影片许多小细节都微妙地暗示了50年代美国女性的“不自由”。

鲁尼·马拉所饰演的百货公司售货员特芮丝在初见凯特所饰演的富裕家庭主妇卡罗尔时，调笑地说着，我很乐意带你去看我爱的火车模型，但现在我只能被困在这个洋娃娃专柜后。

当卡罗尔为了与女儿相见，只能同丈夫的家人一起用餐，她不断辩解着自己见的是心理理疗师而非医生。

似乎在用一种间接隐晦但又毫无退让的方式坚持着自己的同性爱倾向并不是疾病。

而极为讽刺的细节是，此时餐桌旁的电视里，某位名人正激昂地演讲着“自由”的美利坚所拥有的那个“自由”的未来。

50年代的美国女性已经拥有了选举投票权。

但发生在60年代的，致力于解救中产阶级女性于家庭主妇命运的第二波女权主义，还远没有席卷美国。

而一直要到80年代，女同性恋的权益才被纳入女权主义的讨论范围内。

这些在法律上已拥有选举权的女性，看似已经身处在一个自由而平等的社会，然而卡罗尔显然并不“自由”。

尤其当法律指认她的同性爱是道德问题，并剥夺她见女儿的权利时。

所以，当特芮丝坐在男性友人的汽车后座，隔着起雾的玻璃窗望向纽约夜间的街道和愉悦的行人时，或是当她站在卡罗尔家里，透过窗户望见正与丈夫纠缠吵闹地卡罗尔时——镜头的语言都是极富深意的。

表面上看来，她望向的“自由”的城市空间，或是她默默爱恋的人，就在她触手可及的地方。

但如果她真的伸出手，触摸到的只能是冰冷的窗玻璃。

卡罗尔在与特芮丝分开后，正是经历了这样的幻觉和困境：她坐在汽车的后座，透过玻璃窗看见身着红衣的特芮丝行走在窗外的街道上。

她的渴望已经近在咫尺，但她并不能真正得到。

她能做的只有静坐在车里，继续前往裁决她命运的听证会。

从这个角度来看，影片中的玻璃窗可能象征着一种自由无拘束的幻觉，一种伪善的囚禁。

换句话说，50年代的美国给女性开了一张“平等自由”的空头支票，自由对她们来说看得见却摸不着，她们依然在社会限制的眼光中周身不得动弹。

而《卡罗尔》中频繁出现的玻璃窗意象，则是用艺术性的方式进行了类似的政治批评。

<图片1>2. 都市人的孤独但是，电影中的玻璃窗显然远不止一种解读的方式。

在我看来，除了女权政治相关的批评之外，玻璃窗这个意象还使《卡罗尔》有了对城市生活的批判性思考。

电影中有两组相似的镜头，出现在卡罗尔两次与法律系统关于女儿抚养权的失败交涉后。

镜头里，卡罗尔独自站或坐在落地玻璃窗后，窗外大街上匆匆行人的身影也隐约倒映在玻璃上。

于是镜头记录下的是一个忧郁的错觉：在窗玻璃的平面上，卡罗尔的影子与窗外行人的影子叠在一起，似乎正身处在窗外行人的包围之中；然而事实是她独身一人，与城市的人群远远相隔。

这其实正是都市生活中人最容易产生的情感。

穿梭在城市空间中的都市人每日要遇见许许多多的陌生人，然而个体的孤独却始终难解。

与此同时，卡罗尔与特芮丝身为陌生人的一见钟情，大概是对城市偶遇最浪漫的想象。

但是电影并没有用很浓烈的笔墨刻画她们变得亲密的过程，一切是克制而隐秘的。

《卡罗尔》仅用几个简洁的场景就描摹出她们的心意相通：在卡罗尔与丈夫争吵后，我们看到的是她没有泪水的悲伤。

然而目睹了一切后的特芮丝乘火车归家，身旁的窗玻璃上却影映着她哭泣的脸。

一个简单的镜头就已经述说了所有。

特芮丝的悲伤显然是与卡罗尔的一种共情。

虽然此时她与卡罗尔只是仅见过三面的“陌生人”，她却仿佛感同身受着卡罗尔的痛苦，并代替她流下了眼泪。

由此看来，在《卡罗尔》中，玻璃窗的意向是复杂的：它既映照了城市人群的孤独，也成为了照出都市人内心感情的镜子。

无论是哪一种解读，其实都不仅仅局限于两位女主人公之间所谓“私人”的爱情。

这些细节所投射的其实是一些社会性的情感：“城里人”的孤独和对知己的渴求。

这个“大格局”的主题在电影史上早已被讨论了千万遍，但《卡罗尔》的高明之处在于其注重视觉美感的隐晦处理。

没有过多义正言辞的说教和矫情烂俗的桥段，孤独和爱都通过精妙的摄影构图和玻璃窗这个视觉主题来呈现，让观众自己去看去感受。

<图片4>3. 电影艺术本身然而，也许在大部分电影观众看来，《卡罗尔》中的玻璃窗到底意味着什么根本不重要。

更重要的是，因为这些巧用玻璃窗的光影来拍摄的镜头，《卡罗尔》拥有了一种独特的美，并能让人置身一种怅然的情怀。

从某种程度上，其实无论是特芮丝手中的相机镜头，还是用以拍摄电影的相机镜头，都可以看做是一扇“玻璃窗”：特芮丝透过相机看到卡罗尔摄人心魄的美。

而我们作为电影观众，透过托德海因斯的摄像机，看到的是一个能牵动人心弦的光影世界。

托德·海因斯本身就是一个影迷。

他与所有观众一样，深深地迷恋着电影艺术的光影。

《卡罗尔》复古的质感来源于胶片电影的独有魅力，同时也是导演继《远离天堂》之后，又一次对50年代好莱坞通俗喜剧大师道格拉斯·塞克的致敬。

关于塞克的电影，最著名的莫过于对比感强烈的配色。

《卡罗尔》的色调是同样大胆的：从片中鲁尼·马拉常戴的那顶鲜艳的红黄相间的毛呢帽，到凯特·布兰切特雍容的衣着中点缀着的鲜橘色丝巾，总能成为纽约阴沉的冬天里亮眼的风景。

除了塞克，《卡罗尔》中两位女主人公的公路旅行也像是对著名女权电影《末路狂花》的致敬。

只是与《末路狂花》中摧毁男权的旅程全然不同，当卡罗尔在愤怒中向偷窥她的私家侦探举起枪，那把枪里却并没有子弹。

显然，在托德·海因斯的镜头下，卡罗尔与特芮丝并没有成为维权先锋。

但海因斯用电影独特的美学形式书写了她们最美丽的感情，和最沉默的抗争。

无论是从女性主义角度的批评还是对城市生活的复杂刻画，《卡罗尔》首要顾及的从来不是政治正确和煲出正能量心灵鸡汤。

影片的出发点始终在人与人之间的隐秘感情，这大概也是为什么许多人会觉得《卡罗尔》拘泥于儿女情长。

然而我欣赏托德海因斯的视角，因为我也认为，在庞大的社会机器里，只有人的感情是永远无法被定义的变量。

无论多么“大格局”的政治抗争和社会批评，都起源于个体因不愿放弃私人情感而勇敢突破禁忌。

在电影的结尾，当特芮丝终于在宴会的人群中走向卡罗尔，这一次她的视线里终于没有了玻璃窗的阻隔，也没有了她的相机，她坦然地走向了卡罗尔。

手持摄像摇晃的镜头从她的视角望出去，我们看到卡罗尔的微笑。

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这片之前一片溢美之词，连烂番茄都有95的好评率，作为我最期待的圣诞精选，看完却有点失望到摸不到头脑。

我还是打了推荐分的，国内没有机会上大块银幕看，只能委屈一下画质，大概少了一大半的摄影分，这当然得怪我这个观众。

但，大面积参考Edward Hopper风格的画面，音乐专辑精心考量，两位演员的演技被拿出来大书特书，我依旧很难把它归为一部好电影。

当所有人都在极口称赞拿了戛纳影后的Rooney Mara，和Kate Blanchett 的表演如何好，这两人之间依旧很难说有什么火花，正是因为如此，才见到两位优秀演员的技巧而已。

演技这种东西，水盖不住石头，才会水落石出。

这题材又机巧，前10年就有《断背山》珠玉在前，只是贴个“同性”标签，把gay换成les, 两部影片也是立判高下。

我们何曾在《断背山》里见过Carol丈夫这样刻板单薄的异性角色？

只有两位女性做主角没有问题，可突然间，所有男性角色都面目刻板化，恶棍化，愚蠢化又是为什么？

我们同情过断背山中恩尼斯的太太，但我们却很难同情Carol的丈夫，这个面目模糊的角色，痛心都痛心不起来。

再说主角，就算在那个女王T都得戴尖锥胸罩的年代没法不结婚，但是，家庭这条线对Carol这样好歹也得算个双的人，意味着什么呢？

男人欢欢喜喜地娶了老婆生了孩子，最后发现是骗婚呢？

还是婚后性向觉醒？

不管哪样，除了和丈夫抢孩子，再看不到家庭对女王攻的任何意义，她是怎样踏入婚姻，又是怎样决心离婚的，我们一概没有线索。

我们只知她追起小妹纸倒是非常来势汹汹，明知在离婚争夺抚养权的关头，还带着心上人出走，一秒变拉拉公路片。

真的，有一句常说的废话在检验同性标签的电影时却有用，“如果她是个男人呢？

” 家庭的权重整条线都弱到只剩下抢孩子，这太单薄了。

花了那么多功夫来交代两人的眼神交错，就加几句好台词刻画一下人物深度也不会怎样吧。

Therese 这边也是一样，从第一眼在百货公司见到Carol，就开始了没有任何铺垫地神魂颠倒。

我明白所有纯爱片的基石，都是“一见钟情”，但，纵然是《阿黛尔的生活》里那种“这个妹妹我见过”的一见惊心，之前也有三分之一的篇幅来讲阿黛尔的性向选择和动摇。

可Therese 明明就是有个固定男友的铁直，而编剧没有肯花一丁点儿力气去挖掘这个人物的转变过程，在这样的一部以角色成长为重的影片中，真让人惊异。

编剧直接罔顾人物心理建设，就这样霸道地套上“爱能掰坏一切”的设定，我作为一介观众，只能紧锁眉头，丢下三个大字“我不信！

”。

当然我信不信都不妨碍广大观众眼泪哗哗地看两人眉目传情。

这也没办法，在故事的外部冲突和人际关系几乎全部建立不起来的情况下，我们只好看两个女人你侬我侬地喂甜豆儿了。

但是这个片儿连床单都滚得及其不合我意！

所谓银幕上的les, 无限柔光，无限温柔，无限（男性眼中）的女性性欲就是这样地轻柔美好，女王攻还涂着美美的指甲油留着长指甲温柔地摸摸小妹子，同时还注意小心地避开了不要露点，并且借位轻轻蜻蜓点水亲了几下，随后镜头一转就带入一片虚空。

你不说我还以为我在看98年的《Gia》！

2015年了，一个主流的同性片的情欲观还是那么陈腐。

不看床戏也罢，看完仿佛谎言的床戏简直想点“差评”。

大概我对金发霸道的中产大美女实在没有感觉的关系。

好莱坞仿佛不管怎么拍，都拈轻怕重，带着清教徒的口味和资本规划过的良好，一切都在完善的工业体系里被打磨得发光发亮，演技是一流的，但化学反应是缺失的；摄影是一流的，但Hopper式的孤寂是没有的；故事本身是可以展现一些东西的，但单薄得只剩下常卖常畅销的“纯爱”款蛋糕。

像是一款，各方面都很优秀的平庸之作。

花了$100刷了两遍（来回公共汽车费+电影票），不写点什么有点对不住钱。

先来发点牢骚， 对于一个在现实极其不浪漫的我只能在电影中找浪漫了，不是说缺啥补啥嘛爱情片自然是心头好。

可现在俊男美女爱情主打片寥落晨星，爱情在超级英雄，科幻，间谍视觉大片沦为可有可无的下脚料。

像经典片时期，《飘》，《卡萨布兰卡》，《罗马假日》，《魂断蓝桥》部部出色。

现在你想看看动人的爱情片，只有基（姬）情爱情片了。

想到当年看《阿黛尔的生活》片的尴尬，全影院就我和坐在前面一对老年夫妇，激情戏一开始，老年夫妇摇着头退场（美国人其实很保守，大概看着嘎纳得奖的海报进来的），路过我时，见我如柳下惠般坐怀不乱，很是上下打量了我一番，恐怕把我当成色情狂了。

牢骚完毕，正题开始。

看了小说和剧本后，本来想等等，现在毕竟只有4家影院上映，离我最近的是纽约，不过得做公共汽车去。

看了一篇影评把Cate Blanchett (以下用K)比作Kim Novak在《迷魂记》的表演，说只有K才能有让人迷恋如斯(Obsession)的特质。

Kim Novak是我心中第一电影女神，所以连忙冲到纽约刷了两遍。

以下全是一孔之见，不对之处请一笑置之。

先说演技。

说实话，K有点让我小失望。

当然这个失望是冲着当代最伟大女演员之一的名头和相对麻辣妹（以下用M）的表演。

看了小说看，我对Carol的理解是个高雅的，带着母亲光辉（对她女儿的爱）有点神秘感（对Therese而言，不同阶层的人）的女人。

这点与K的理解或者是导演的理解有出入。

一开始的两场对手戏：商场初遇和饭店共餐。

K演得有点过于用力，语气轻佻（blue jasmine 中就是这种语气），极尽勾引之能事，大有大灰狼要把小白兔一口吃了的架势。

我想美国50年代的妇女这样的真的太少了吧。

商场初遇还好，饭店共餐是所有对手戏中最糟糕的一段。

烂番茄上的一个烂评就说这段看着两人调情（flirt）非常尴尬。

我同意这个观点。

两人对手戏中最棒的是船戏和最后结尾。

两段船戏做到了美而不艳，淫而不乱，是我看过的最好的船戏之一。

特别是第二段，两人拥吻，衣服都没脱，但是M把一种对K的迷恋，K对两人的恋情的疯狂绝望感 （K心中已经打算分手）演了出来。

当然最后人人叫好的结尾，K的眼神不负当代最伟大女演员之一的名头，从略有惊讶到微笑，非常有层次感。

我最失望的K的表演是先前两人再遇同餐时，K的那句“I love you”，那种挑逗的味道又出来了。

以前是用力过猛，这里是失败了。

两人已经历经沧海桑田，挑逗已经没有意义。

这句“I love you” 其实是Carol的最后武器，因为Therese刚刚否决了Carol关于同居的提议，我认为口气应该是真诚，歉疚并带点示弱的感觉。

K最出色的演技出现在与前夫的对手戏中，说道前夫，我觉得最大的惊喜就是他，一个配角出色如此，实在难得。

对Carol的爱恨，对Therese怀疑，都非常到位，希望他起码能得到奥斯卡男配的题名。

K和前夫的几场戏都很过瘾。

律师调解谈判的一场，K发挥尽显风采，必须用“Bravo”来称赞。

最后说说M，Therese这个角色真是为M量身定做，就象《罗马假日》中的公主为赫本量身定做一样。

从一个带点孩子气的少女慢慢成熟的过程， M演的几近完美，我私心认为平均水平超过K。

我本人最喜欢的是在第一次家访回来在火车上哭的梨花带雨，以及后来分手后的一人呆做床边，跑到路上痛苦的呕吐。

后来的否决同居后的心情也演的错落有致。

不出意外的话，奥斯卡有她一份。

我希望她得的是最佳女主。

谈到赫本，电影史上两赫本，Kathrine Hepburn and Audrey Hepburn. K 外形演技极像Kathrine Hepburn （在飞行者中K扮演Kathrine Hepburn ），而M 在本剧又极像Audrey Hepburn（特别是后半程）。

这部剧算是大小赫本同台竞技。

再说电影与剧本不同，剧本中Abby 与Therese的对手戏不少，但电影中只剩芝麻一点。

有点可惜。

而且，Therese独自醒来，见到Abby，好像熟人一样交谈，就显得突兀，电影中把两人的初见交谈删了。

最可惜的一段删除是Therese在一次Carol睡熟之际偷摸她的脸，这个铺垫没了。

公路爆胎，私家侦探帮忙的一段也没了，这个时候两人在剧本中有非常精彩的对话，大概Carol说你后悔不后悔跟我出来。

Therese坚定的说不悔。

这个铺垫又没了。

电影前半段有点拖，后半段有点赶。

所以初夜来临，有点急促。

电影还删了一个Therese出身的细节，是个孤儿在修道院长大。

这个背景我觉得很重要，Carol这样一个带着母亲光辉的成熟女性对一个孤儿是很有诱惑力的。

同时Therese与炮灰男友的关系也就说的通，一个男人对自己很好，自己又需要依靠，是很难说不的。

对于小说的改遍，我最喜欢是向《相见恨晚》致敬，同样借用第三者打断两个情人的对话 开场（《相见恨晚》在英国电影史的地位如同《小城之春》在中国电影史的地位）。

还有导演特别喜欢透过玻璃对脸大特写，多到数不过来的地步。

据说，这样让观众觉得自己都是旁观者。

又名：如果你在喜欢的人面前装过逼，你就会懂得carol的眼神主创们说，这是一部跨越了性别、年龄和阶级的爱情电影。

迷妹们说，这是一部大魔王撩完直女撩弯男的电影，耳朵会怀孕。

爱过的人说，如果你也在19岁的年纪那样爱过一个人，你就会懂Theresa看Carol的眼神。

这是最美的爱情电影。

有个害羞闷骚的朋友，在撸完Carol后半夜出线在微信群，用生无可恋的声音说：”carol真的好好看啊，我哭了一个小时。

”末了还加了一句：”我觉得鲁尼奥斯卡影后拿到了”我们调侃道：所以你爱过。

实在忍不住对鲁尼痴汉眼神和凯特撩妹传说的好奇，终于去撸了DVD版。

结果证明我并未爱过，所以没能泪目一个小时。

但是这仍然是一个很美的作品。

由于并没有那么幸运深爱过一个人没法对Theresa产生深刻的情感共鸣，但忍不住想要从细处说说Carol这个角色。

关于撩妹陆续看到评论说，凯特在片中，很用力的撩妹，甚至有点过于强势了。

结果看到成片反而让我有点失望。

因为我已经被大魔王撩了很多年，carol这个角色并不显得更高阶。

这次如此突出，重点可能并不在于撩的功力，而在于撩的对象，是个妹而已。

这是一部跨越性别、年龄和阶级的电影。

年龄和阶级，或许才是Carol如此”撩人”和强势的原因。

年龄和阶级在Carol身上如何刻画体现的呢？

以感谢的名义，假装正经非常客气的邀请Therese共进午餐；订了Theresa工作附近的餐厅，可以不看菜单点餐。

与之对照的是Theresa并不知道这家附近的餐厅，点餐也是完全复制Carol的选择。

这些细节还包括，在情绪崩溃之后，带上墨镜神情自若的步入阳光，放佛心情和白花花的冬日阳光一样慵懒平静；在发出同居邀请的时候，非常自然的说出，也许你已经不愿意；在说了I love u之后，并不强求一个回应，而是礼貌的将Therese交给突然打断对话的男士，并希望他们晚上玩的愉快，哪怕carol其实希望晚上Therese去找自己；在Therese犹疑动摇，意识到carol要走，急切的问出”are you sure”之后，还礼貌得体的表示，自己晚餐前还要打几个电话，立刻起身走人。

当然也包括，在最为人赞叹的最后一场戏，一眼万年。

随着Theresa的目光，我们可以看到Carol仍然魅力十足，她让然会微微歪头，颔首，微笑，指尖优雅的夹着香烟——哪怕对面并不是坐的Theresa。

相对于大家调侃的大魔王心机颇深，吃定小白兔，我更愿意将carol的行为归为她的年龄阅历和社会阶层。

Carol的行为，很大程度来自于长期的社交法则。

哪怕是到了今天，在稍微正式的社交场合，也有无数像carol一样的人在有意无意散发这样的撩人信号，说到底，让别人被自己吸引，产生好感，就是社交的目的，不是吗？

所以，越是成熟和所谓有身份的人，越charming。

这不也是Therese会对carol产生crush的原因之一么？

当然，在众人中，Theresa是特别和不同的。

不知道有没有人注意到，在Carol和Therese第一次午餐的时候，carol的body language：在询问对方是否愿意去自己家做客的时候，carol的头微微摆动，手指夹着烟在晃动，眼神漂移，直到问完等待答案的时候，才抬起眼睛看向Theresa这是单纯的撩么？

不，这更像是标准的”若无其事云淡风轻的邀请一个人其实内心很忐忑。

”如果你在喜欢的人面前装过X，那你一定能懂此时的Carol。

Carol和Theresa这段关系的可贵，并不止步于跨越了年龄和阶级的心动。

我并没有看原著，听看过的小伙伴说，原著里carol的丈夫是个控制狂。

虽然电影里着墨不多，但是也可以看出哈吉的控制欲。

在取得carol认可前提前安排好了需要carol参加的家宴，以女儿为筹码绑架carol进行家庭旅行，以女儿为筹码要求carol维持婚姻；雇私家侦探跟踪carol和Theresa。

而carol呢，她是一个自我意识非常强烈的人。

她对Abby自责自己影响carol争夺抚养权的时候说，don’t you dare，她在Theresa不确信自己目标的时候说：是否有天赋是别人说了算，我们可以做的只是不断去努力；在Theresa自责的时候说：这不是你的错；在和丈夫撕破脸的时候说，我曾经为了和女儿在一起，把她关在房间里，然而我发现这对她并无益处。

如果我都不能过自己想要的生活，我不知道还能给她什么。

抛却Abby和Theresa，carol和丈夫的婚姻也必然悲剧。

因为这个男人虽然爱carol，却控制欲非常强，对形式的执着远大于心灵的契合。

与其说，carol在女儿和Theresa之间选择了Theresa，还不如说，她选择了忠于自己。

在对丈夫进行最后的谈判时，她选的是自己想要的生活，并不是说，选择Theresa。

也因为carol是一个自主意识非常强的人。

所以她鼓励Theresa追求自己的目标，圣诞礼物是相机而不是小火车，为Theresa自信路过的背影而震动，为Theresa离开她后的成熟而欣喜。

非常认同一种说法，Carol其实是Theresa将来想要成为的样子，代表了Theresa对自己期望的投射。

在Carol和Theresa的这段关系里，Carol选择了忠于自己，而Theresa走向了成熟。

这难道不是远比『我不管我爱你你爱我我们相爱就是全世界』更令人振奋吗？

据看原著的小伙伴说，原著里通篇是Theresa的脑洞，对Carol其实很少具体描述。

是什么人担得起Theresa如此的迷恋呢？

主创给了答案，这不仅是一个漂亮有钱的中年女人。

她有主见，体贴，Hold住一切，懂得尊重，爱人，也有自己的骄傲。

当她想要爱，并不乞求，而是正式的发出邀请，然而同时考虑到拒绝的可能性，并不理所当然的强迫对方服从，也不以自我为中心（丈夫哈吉）。

如果你来了，是因为你对我的爱，而不是因为我强求。

可以说，电影里的Carol，投射了以妇女之友托德海因斯为代表的主创们对理想女性的一切寄托。

这个世界上，幸运的人做过Theresa，少数人成为了Carol。

而谁又不想要Carol呢？