卡罗尔2015

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。

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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, that
Therese thrust it from her mind.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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Happiness was a little like flying, she thought, like being a kite. It depended on how much one let the string out.
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       "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?"
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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.

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• 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.
 
The End



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严重剧透。






上个月在纽约电影节看了《卡罗尔》，至今无法从那种情绪中抽离出来，每每想到其中几个情节，就惆怅不已。

主演大家都知道了，Cate Blanchett和Rooney Mara。戛纳电影节的时候就被炒得火热，Rooney Mara还凭此拿了金棕榈最佳女演员奖。

片子是讲同性爱情的，人物设置和《蓝宇》有些非常相似：两个年龄、阅历、财富都不在一个段位上的人相遇，擦出火花，然后相爱，分离。当然了，大的那个，世俗牵绊总是多些，小的那个，眼神更让人心疼，也更深情些，仿佛就是为了告诉人们：爱情真他妈的是不公平。

好的是，最后，爱情总是能找回它来时的路。

记得《蓝宇》的后半部分，胡军出狱，和刘烨在北京的某个公园里坐着唱歌。那是在冬天拍摄的，两张覆盖着哈气的脸，令人落泪的劫难后相依为命之感——可最后结局太惨，我久久不能忘怀，甚至会想，就让影片结束在唱歌之处不好吗？

《卡罗尔》弥补了这个遗憾，它结束在列车刚刚驶出隧道重见光明的那一刻，停在了两个人找回彼此的地方。我每次回想起结局，Rooney试探、寻找、坚定地望向Cate的眼神，Cate终于发现她后，庆幸、释然、同样坚定的笑，都不由得深吸一口气......啊，对，这就是爱了。

直女看这部电影，根本不会意识到这是一部同性片，反而会因为两个女性角色而可以把自己代入到任何一方，然后深深沦陷。至于直男，好像并没有同样感受，据一起看电影的朋友说......

所以这部电影上映之后我一定要去再看一遍！大家也一定要看啊！虽然我就要剧透了啊！

影片开头是两位女主在吃饭时，被一个充满傻逼气质的男性打断，于是分开，但小姑娘显然坐在车里心神不宁，一直在回味女王。

然后故事就闪回到了两人初见的时候。

Cate就是Carol, 一位住在New Jersey的中产阶级富婆，在圣诞节前夕来到百货商场给女儿买圣诞礼物，从而遇见了Therese, 也就是Rooney的角色，一位一看就气质脱俗将来要进The New York Times 当摄影记者的百货公司售货员。

电闪雷鸣，看对眼了，Carol鬼使神差地给自己的女孩买了Therese说自己小时候最喜欢的火车模型，（可怜的女儿）然后有意无意地把手套落在了柜台，就如同高富帅总是会随意乱放钱包。

这时故事交代了两个人的感情状态，Carol有个非常疼爱的小女儿Wendy，但是对丈夫非常冷淡，在办理离婚；Therese有男票，还要娶她，也不缺乏来自The New York Times记者的追求，搞不好还是哥大J School毕业的，不过她当然没同意，可能因为记者太穷了实在。

Therese寄回了Carol的手套，并接到了对方的感谢电话，被邀请共进午餐。这场午餐就是两人第一次有张力的对手戏了，对于Carol的每一次flirt，根本接不住的小白兔要不就老老实实地认乖，要不就软软地打回去，以至于女王说周日来我家玩吧的时候，迫不及待地就说好啊好啊。

小白兔第一次去女王家玩的时候，拿上了自己的相机，拍下了女王买圣诞树的场面。当天晚上，气氛正浓，好巧不巧女王老公来了，还和女王大吵一架，这里有一个很值得注意的镜头：Therese听着窗外两人吵架的声音，把室内收音机或者唱片（记不清了）的声音调大了。

吵完架后，女王心情也不好，就让Therese自己坐火车回家了，小白兔在回去的火车上还哭了，然而在回家接到女王道歉电话时，还是分分钟原谅。（陷入爱情的人类啊。）

接下来的剧情发展就没什么新意了，总之就是慢慢地好上了，并在一起公路旅行的时候为观众奉献了一场精彩的床戏。其中，不得不提女王霸气的圣诞礼物赠送方式，买了新款的佳能相机，敲门，把盒子放在地上，等开门，把盒子踢进去，"圣诞快乐"。 哎，追我我也沦陷。

催泪的部分总是从事情变坏开始。Carol和Therese的事情被Carol的丈夫雇佣的私家侦探录下来了，丈夫以此威胁她。为了女儿，Carol离开了。

分开后，Therese心碎成渣，中间还给Carol打过一次电话，说I miss you, 被Carol挂断了，此处给了Carol的手一个按掉电话的特写，让我第一次泪奔了。

接下来就是重头戏的结尾啦！

两位女主很久后，没什么联系，连哥大JSchool都没上过的Therese进了The New York Times（好吧我就是忍不住要黑哈哈哈），Carol与生活妥协，为争夺孩子的监护权与前夫打官司。

一次Carol在坐车去律师所（不确定，总之是调停地点）的路上看见了走在街上的Therese，我觉得她的想法就是在那瞬间发生了转折，因为人在与所爱之人分隔许久再重逢时，总是很容易失去理智。

她选择了放弃，并愤怒地跟前夫进行了一番陈词，其中有一句印象很深，大概是说The most breathtaking gift we gave each other is Wendy. (their daughter)，当时心想：这句不错，学了，但要做甜言蜜语使。然后又说了大概是监护权我不要了让给你，不过你必须让我见孩子，不然咱们就法庭见吧，不过那样我们就会变得ugly, but we are not ugly people.

总之言之，她放弃了，在偶然见到了一次Therese之后，她就放弃了争夺监护权。

之后女王就出演了本剧中最没骨气的一幕，约了Therese吃饭，第一句就非常掉身价: I wasn't sure you would come. 还能再屌丝吗哈哈哈。紧接着扯了一堆没用的，进入了正题并进一步掉身价：I would like to invite you to live with me, though I thought you might say no. (可能不见得准确，但意思是对的。)

听到这全场都会心地笑了，多么笨拙的请求啊，带着害怕被拒绝的掩饰。

可惜，小白兔被伤太多了，一双令人心碎的眼睛看着女王，说：No, I don't think so.

接着女王又说了句什么我忘记了，然后又无奈地看着小白兔，说出了人类史上最无法拒绝的三个单词，同时将身价掉到谷底。

（不知道你有没有注意到，片头的倒叙开头，正是从Carol说完I Love You开始，于是观众不禁想，啊原来影片一开始，她刚和她表白过......）

估计小白兔这时再也无法控制自己的感情了，可惜，一个傻逼直男打断了他们的对话，Carol说那你们晚上玩好我先走了，Therese则带着无尽的复杂心绪坐车去了某party。

（Therese在车上的时候，望着在马路上互相搀扶着行走的一对夫妇出神，这个镜头被一篇英文评论形容为全篇最为酸楚的时刻，because of its telescope out into the universal. 大概的意思是说《卡罗尔》讲述了世间一切男男女女的爱而不得。）

接下来的每一幕，都特别让我感同身受，那种刚刚狠心拒绝了心爱的人，就心慌意乱，后悔万分，恨不得马上回去找他的心情，被Therese演绎地太好了。

在派对上，Therese估计看啥都没劲，最后终于决定去饭店找Carol。冲进饭店的大门，在熙熙攘攘的人群中寻找爱人，找到她，迈着坚定的步伐走向她，等着她也看见自己。当Cate也发现她时，回望，带着一种庆幸、释然、和同样的坚定的眼神，笑了。

看吧，爱情自会找到它来时的路。

这是一篇迟到了3个多月的观后感。即使那时所能看到的还只是枪版渣画质，《卡罗尔》一样轻松从第一个跟拍的长镜头就击中我。当它描绘了爱，就有爱。接下来的三个月，等着蓝光版的同时一遍遍循环原声，看完了原著小说。

它是会被一直放在心里惦记着的电影，是一小块柔软。就好像一月初的时候有天一个人走在热带午后的阳光下，《Opening》的提琴声又响起，瞬间清凉静默，揪心感堪比《Summer Palace》里的《Solo Por Tu Amor》，都是面对时屏息凝气的河流。听着它，只想要弯腰蹲下。

若说它是部缠绵悱恻的电影，不如说无疑更近乎艺术上的灵感。它伸出温柔的手揪住你的心，用嘴唇碰着耳垂低语，它与你无条件的亲密。

这是一个旁若无人的故事，其他角色都被淡去（即使在原著小说中有着完整的表述），只有两个人的深深凝视。看了几遍，始终觉得存在着一个 什么 ，却没法说出。直到想起村上春树的《斯普特尼克恋人》才明白。

在《卡罗尔》里，作为观众的我一直为“自己“的缺失而稍觉遗憾。这段感情太完美，细节和角色都丰富到不再有可补充的想象空间，甚至容不下观众自然而然的代入感。应该存在一个第三人的视角，亲密又观望这两人的视角，让由眼神和温度组成的密度爱情有梯可攀，成为固体的现实效用。

斯普特尼克，村上君说它在俄语里是 traveling companion 的意思——‘旅伴’。孤独的炽烈的卫星旅伴。同样讲年轻女孩对年长女人的爱恋，暮色中摇曳着及膝白裙走下石阶的敏，与目光如炬优雅魅惑的卡罗尔。苦于写不出作品的写作者堇与不会拍人像的摄影师特芮丝。相同的旅行经历与相似的错失。村上的清爽与托德·海因斯的粘稠，长茎植物与阴雨天气。

《斯普特尼克恋人》中第一人称的“我”，正是这样的存在。对堇怀有深深的爱恋，确认因为她而扩展了所属世界的外沿，被她所信赖，却不对作为男性的“我”怀有兴趣。“我”是堇与敏感情的唯一知情者，甚至比两人还要知晓其中含蕴。（当然也是小说心理描述的主要依托者）。因为有“我”这一完整的形象，《斯普特尼克恋人》得以从另一较为冷静视角叙事，“我”是读者进入作品时的栖身之所，也是所能到达的最近距离。于是那时看完小说我说：“觉得自己偶尔是堇，更多时候是’我’，但从来不是敏。”

也是因为有了《斯普特尼克恋人》文字的准确描写，才可以将《卡罗尔》中的情感成字成句。甚至，这样的对比较电影改编与原著小说的对比更加有趣。因为它不仅仅是情节对照，更多是情绪共鸣。

初次约会吃饭，特芮丝要服务生照着卡罗尔点的餐给自己也上一份。堇也是如此，学敏的样子拿起酒杯小心翼翼啜一口葡萄酒。

卡罗尔对特芮丝说：“What a strange girl you are, flung out of space. ”堇对敏说：“这以前，我一次也没考虑过要成为自己以外的什么人。但现在有时很想成为你那样的人。”

《斯普特尼克恋人》里讲“我”质疑堇对敏的感情：

我开口道：“你在敏身上感觉到的是性欲这点不会有错？” “百分之百没错。”堇说，“一到她面前，耳朵里的骨头就咔咔作响，像用薄贝壳做的风铃。而且有一股想被她紧紧搂抱的欲望，想把一切都交付给她。如果说这不是性欲的话， 我血管里流淌的就是番茄汁。”

以此再看特芮丝的从不拒绝和抿着嘴的坚定神情，便总在幻想她此时耳朵里的声音。

还有一处，原著里写到特芮丝意识到自己的变化。变胖了一些，但是脸庞越来越小，，她感到高兴，为自己越来越成熟。村上的写法是：

“最近的你，一次见面一个样，越来越难认了。”我说。
  “正赶上那种时期。”她用吸管吸着果汁，像说与己无关的事。

女王自不必说，每一个细节都性感得让人动弹不得（尤其是对妹子们来说），鲁妮·玛拉的表演也有着文学性的优美。在副驾偷偷打量卡罗尔时眼中的惊喜，对坐要给卡罗尔拍照时边撒娇边不自觉的一跃，卡罗尔走后下车奔向路边呕吐。还有每一个痴迷的眼神。

不得不说到两个人的床戏，看时全部的观感都是感动。唯如此，这段感情才是完整的。村上这样写堇与敏：

敏不知如何回答，正犹豫着，堇已伸出手，握住她的手。手心也有汗感。手暖融融软乎乎的。随后，堇双手拢住敏的背，乳房贴在敏腹部偏上一点儿的位置，脸颊放在敏双乳之间。两人长时间以如此姿势躺着。这工夫，堇的身体开始微微颤抖。敏以为堇要哭，但似乎哭不出。她把手绕到堇肩上，搂近一些。还是孩子，敏心想，又孤单又害怕，渴望别人的温存，像紧紧趴在松树枝上的小猫一样。
堇把身体往上蹭了蹭，鼻尖触在敏脖颈上。两人乳房相碰。敏咽下口腔里的唾液。堇的手在她背部摸来摸去。
“喜欢你。”堇小声细气地说。
“我也喜欢你的。”敏说。此外她不晓得怎么说好，而且这也是实话。

与卡罗尔所说的“My angel, flung out of space. ”功效完全一致。

村上容易写情感的退潮或者说是冷静，每当这时，故事就退居到迫切想同自己的汹涌欲望单独相守的“我”。在对琐事的不厌其烦的细致描写中完成自我建设。即使有时结论仍是“我是多么的需要堇。”这在《卡罗尔》里面被表现得很淡。托德·海因斯的情感退潮，是隔着玻璃、镜头、人群、画外等介质，脱离空间存在感的疏离。此时的特芮丝更像经过了一场高烧后的清醒。

不管是在新的一天起身归拢这颗以孤独为养料运转的行星的残片，还是特芮丝脚步踉跄的穿过人群走向卡罗尔。就算哪里也抵达不了，凝视也可以终身陪伴。

看了十遍，不吐不快。

在冲奥加题材加导演加编剧的多重保险下，虽然白天看了8个小时视频都快吐了，回到家后还是打开卡罗尔看了起来。

这一看不要紧，我用了一个星期，大概看了十遍，从手机小屏幕渣画质，到大荧幕，所有能看的设备几乎都试了一遍，耐下性子，平心静气的看。看什么——看这个片子有什么可以看的！！！

别笑，真的。

然而至今，我都没找到看点。用某人的话就是：不抓人的戏不是好戏。那么，卡罗尔不是一部好戏。

近乎两个小时的剪辑，缓慢的叙事，无非是讲了《多金少妇爱上我》的故事，又名《少妇的自白—同性情人和孩子之间的抉择》，好了，Fin. 别的没了。

特芮丝和卡罗尔的故事基本上是脱离了社会背景而存在的，虽然卡罗尔的丈夫一直在纠缠，然而卡罗尔的丈夫一踢就倒的特质实在是让人出戏，整个事情是脱离了社会现实而存在的。女同小说和电影很容易犯的毛病就是脱离现实，一不小心就成了矫情狭窄的玛丽苏个人幻想，一句从美艳御姐口中说出的“我离婚了，孩子归对方，在麦迪逊大道有个大房间，你想来住吗”隔五秒“我爱你”，任何一个弯掉的妹子都会扑上去吧，如果这个情节换成郭敬明来拍，估计又会被骂惨了。当然这事儿得赖原著海史密斯这个意淫狂。我想，如果换成迪士尼来改编成动画电影或许比真人电影要好很多。

私以为，电影的意义在于引起观众的思考或者共鸣，然而这部电影很难引起观众的反映。（当然，纯粹看演员颜值的粉丝除外）我实在看不懂导演究竟想要表达什么。卡罗尔从头到尾的貂皮大衣和特丽莎显眼的花色帽子象征意义微乎其微，他们真的是“道具”啊！除此之外，从头到尾复古的滤镜，几乎多此一举的倒叙，尤其是反复出现的两位女主的对视每一次的差别也特别小。恕我视听课和电影理论课没有学好，实在看不出东西来。我竭力把自己武装成一个迷妹，然而无济于事，是的，女王的大红唇和傲人的曲线也救不了这部电影。

天鹅绒金矿的时候，托德海因斯选对了题材，他用他的视觉才华柔和传记奉献给我们一部精彩绝伦的电影。

然而这一次，我只想说：海因斯你在你视觉美学的海洋中过足了瘾，可是，你把观众当什么？

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有的豆友提出，他被这部电影的细腻所打动，如果是这样，我推荐李宋喜一的同性题材作品《夜间飞行》来感受一下细腻感情的影像化表达。

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诸位看官，如果你觉得这篇评论没用的话，能留言告诉我你为什么觉得这部电影优秀吗？只是想了解一下，谢谢！------2.25更新：大家怎么不说说你喜欢这部电影的理由呢？要做一个和这部电影有关的项目，所以请各位留言觉得我说得不对的看官，能在表达你的不满时顺便说说你觉得这部电影究竟哪里优秀吗？一个一个发豆油或者回复不过来呀！在此谢谢大家了！------3.19更新：作业已提交，引用了大家的部分观点，再次谢谢大家的留言！

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  看了carol在纽约的点映，一连两场，几乎满座。电影院6个厅里有四个在放carol，不禁感叹纽约人民在文化活动这件事上超高的幸福指数。你想看的，你想见的，只要穿过难以置信的肮脏与拥挤，都能见到。看完电影整个人都处在一种极其懵逼的状态下，站在寒风中等机场巴士，忍着一天没吃没喝的饥肠辘辘排队安检，这些场景现在回忆起来显得格外模糊。而清晰是，电影院里一对又一对沉默的情侣，为爱情流眼泪的男男女女，还有该死的忘不掉的爱情。首先做个总结陈词，谢谢海因斯，谢谢女王，谢谢麻辣妹子，谢谢纽约，谢谢感恩节。这对于我来说是一场万人齐心的梦，是近期感受到的最壮阔而又细腻的事情。

  然而故事还是那个俗套的故事，无非是性向摇摆的多金中年白富美与不满恋爱现状的文青小白兔之间的牵绊和拉扯。一见钟情，共进午餐，互生好感，结伴旅行。做陷入爱情的人都会做的事——做爱，亲吻，伤害，挽回。很多侧面或正面的小细节都处理的很好，比如小记者对therese说“你应该多拍拍人”，比如therese和男友之间关于boy’s love的争论，比如女王把手搭在therese的肩上时therese无法掩饰的紧张，再比如妹子读了carol给的分手信自己跑到草丛里吐。不得不说，todd比女人更了解女人，有些小场景一出，少女们纷纷捶胸顿足，恨自己怎么就没有过如此真实而又铭心的恋爱经历。

  有一幕给我印象格外深刻，是发生在carol抛下therese消失在旅行途中之后。carol坐在出租车里，正在赶去一个类似于庭外调解的小型会面。路上行人来去匆匆，carol望向窗外，看见了therese，穿着红色的毛衣格子裙，手中拿着黑色的小本子，穿过人群与车辆。与不久前曾经伤害过的恋人偶遇，她看不见你，你久久凝视，凝视着极力克制住的情感，凝视着她也凝视着自己。caol的心理转变发生在一瞬间，真实，克制，不说一句，没有流下一滴眼泪，内心却如同千万波涛汹涌着，冲击过早已瓦解的堡垒。在这里，cate为所有人奉献了教科书般的演技，细微到几乎无法察觉的面部表情变化，眼神里的隐忍，呼吸间的紧张与压抑——没有任何多余的动作，完美到令人发指。这是一场不动声色的崩溃，也是重生，它发生的极为突然，却让你如此深刻的体会到命运的定数和爱情的魔力。有了这一段的铺垫，自然有了后面在调解会议上她的一番话，承认和therese之间发生的事情，不抵赖，不妥协。她克制住自己的情感，最后一次表明了自己的立场，“我不会再妥协了。如果你执意不允许我见女儿，我们可以上法庭。但那样我们会变的ugly,我们都不是ugle的人，不是吗。”说完，carol哭着走出调解室，抛下其实无辜的丈夫，和一段再也没有意义的婚姻。其实这里关于ugly的说法是很有趣的，可能正是由于carol与前夫之间并没有太多单方面的情感，才会以ugly来定义整件事的未来走向，有种旁观者叙述故事时的清白与掌控力，又透露出婚姻生活的种种无奈与无力。也是因为这里，才更能对比出carol和therese情感间的交互，深刻，以及不受控。

  或许是看戏的过客过分敏感，太过痴心；或许是妹子超越年龄的演技（感觉凭这一部麻辣可以轻松拿到所有最佳女主，有几幕她比cate演的还要好），让自我代入变得极为容易与自然；又或许是导演的恶趣味，巴不得全世界的女人都因为cate弯成一盘蚊香（恶趣味这件事有证可循，详见nyff采访和cannes记者见面会，对于“中国女生看过预告片都变弯”的反复强调）。总之电影会让人产生一种持续力超强的crush，更致命的是你可能会发现这场crush是个无头案，既不是对therese也不完全是对carol，好像只是迷恋上了一种氛围，在现实中不可见，在电影中又转瞬即逝。但只要抓住了，便是掉入了不复的深渊，久久难以抽离。于是心心念念着再看一遍只看一遍，却可能不自觉又反反复复琢磨了好几十回。而充满胶片感的一帧帧画面，是这场集体暗恋的源头。

  不得不说，电影用16mm摄影机拍摄呈现出的明显的粗粝感，在电影院里感受的应该是最为深刻。复古拍摄手法的运用，也让一切感情的流动变的缓慢，宁静，克制。和原著不同，therese的设定从舞台设计师变成了摄影师。基本上胶片机不离手，也有一场在暗室里冲洗照片的独角戏。她把照片纸放进药水里，用夹子再加出来，抖落下水滴，然后久久凝视着照片中的carol。这是一种很奇妙的体验，胶片的质感为观众营造出一种触碰感，而影片里的人，也触碰着用胶片机拍摄出的照片。情欲的流动，不再仅仅局限在电影里。todd通过这个改编，创造出一种看似不可能的纽带，让一些东西从carol的一颦一笑滑落到therese的每一张照片上，再一转，自然的流进每一个电影院里观众的心。你要问我这些究竟是什么，我不太想说。因为这是一种隐秘的恋爱的心情——不可能之可能，每一个电影观众都曾深深幻想过的极为致命的不足为外人道的bad romance。

  我不否认有人指出的carol被过誉，因为的确它只是一部完美的水准之作。题材讨巧，演员惊艳，拿捏的恰到好处的复古，这一切让它在起点比其他电影高的同时也丧失了一种生气与惊喜。然而这部电影的精妙之处在于，在克制与爆发间找到了一个完美的平衡点。所有人都凝神屏息的站在这个平衡点上，以小格局来放大人类与人类之间最最普通的情感。同性爱的挣扎与抗争被弱化，最浓烈的笔墨都献给情感的摇摆。这是优点还是缺点，争辩在看完电影后已经毫无意义。因为没有人能抵挡住todd的特写。每一支烟，每一次转身，每一次欲言又止沉默不语，每一次眼神交汇意乱情迷。这是每一根发丝都生机勃勃充满爱意的美，这是寂寞世界上最远离天堂的天堂，这是每一个失魂人拼命寻找的归途与故乡。

  就让画面停止在最后的对视。当装饰统统撕去，彼此赤裸相对。好像有什么东西悄悄从你身体里升起，然后又重重落下。你带着它开始奔跑，身处千万个陌生城市，身处千万个房间，身处荒无人烟的小岛，身处地狱，身处天堂。

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    两周前在纽约电影节看的这部片子，当时看完趁导演和主演还没走出来问答的空当儿，上豆瓣打了五星。虽然刚看完感觉片子并没有像预期中的那样成为一部“了不起的杰作”，但有托德海因斯的稳定发挥，从故事完整性，节奏的把控，画面的精美程度，演员表演等各个方面来看，都是一部完成度极高，几乎挑不出毛病来的作品。

    然而刚看完以后那种压抑又兴奋，掺杂着感动的情绪并没有持续太久，取而代之的是一种失落感，失落的是这样一部令人期待的题材和电影，仍走不出以往同性爱情电影中话题与共鸣之间无法平衡的怪圈：如果不是因为同性，她们的爱情故事未免流于俗套，而过分强调同性，又削弱了主角之间感情的纯粹与真诚。也许在这类影片中寻找“深刻的社会属性”本身就是一种过度诠释，但不可否认的是，类似的同性题材在近些年的电影节当中可谓赚足了眼球。一方面利用同性题材的敏感性先入为主的抬高立意，一方面却对同性恋在社会中所受到的阻力避而不谈，这绝不是创作者的本意。说到底，可能因为敏感的并不是同性题材，而是我们观众自己。

    故事背景在托德·海因斯擅长的五六十年代，低饱和的红绿色调，大萧条后的纽约街头，圣诞之前的寒冷天气，无一不营造了一种绝望的氛围，仿佛在这种绝望之中任何人与任何人相爱都是顺理成章。片头使用倒叙，先插补了一段结尾时两人分手又重逢的感情戏，加以铺垫，一边钓足了观众的胃口，一边在结构上弥补了两个人相爱时的前戏不足。特芮丝先于卡罗尔出场，交代了她商店营业员的职业和圣诞节前夕的时间背景，然后就是主角卡罗尔出场了，一个不知道该给自己的孩子买什么礼物的贵妇。这一段的可贵之处在于在某种程度上打破了同性题材中必须“一攻一受”的思维模式，虽然卡罗尔穿着奢华的貂皮大衣，而特芮丝只是个营业员，但此时需要帮助的是前者。她试图在商店里点烟而被制止的尴尬，不知道买什么礼物给孩子时的手足无措，无疑使她在这时处于相对的弱势，即使从她的眼神中我们感到，这有可能是她把妹的一种惯用手段。短暂的相识使得主动权来到了特芮丝手中，似乎在这场游戏中她不是卡罗尔的猎物，而是一个她想接近却又不敢试探的对象。那对遗留在柜台上的手套到底是卡罗尔的诱饵，还是特芮丝主动出击的猎枪，都是值得玩味的小细节。

    虽然俩人好得很快，但胜在点滴入微，从家宴到送相机，从旅行到上床，水到渠成。丈夫（前夫）作为两人爱情的主要破坏者可能是一些人认为影片不够激进的原因之一，因为这个角色主要是一个受害者的形象，甚至可以说是一个可怜的人。但正是这种不左不右的态度使得这部片子没有过分强调性别意识和同性恋在社会舆论中的地位，而是把重心放在了两人的感情本身上，这种处理方式比同样题材尖锐的《远离天堂》显得还要高明一些。试想一下，如果一开始就在两人亲密出游时补一些男人们议论纷纷的镜头，或者借男人之口对特芮丝的冷淡加以点评，那么无疑把对两性意识形态的描写提上去了，但品位一下就low了，变成了另一种自以为是的“政治正确癌”，不好。但正是这种在两性题材上非常克制的把控，使得影片的高潮显得不够刺激和煽动（当然，如果把床戏当做高潮的话那就够了）。丈夫雇佣的私家侦探录下了两人的性爱音频，这本是一桩现在看来都非常严重的侵犯，但这么做的目的不是扳倒卡罗尔的社会地位，毁掉她的人生前途，而是为了在离婚诉讼中抢夺孩子的抚养权。虽然同样作为一个母亲我非常理解丧失抚养权对这个角色的意义，但是放到通篇中看，仅仅把离婚诉讼作为戏剧冲突中最大的“障碍”使得这一段的情绪爆发显得有些张力不足。

    判断同性之爱在主题中是否重要的一个简单方法就是问一个问题：如果把特芮丝的角色换成男性，那个故事成立吗？答案是不仅成立，而且异常合理。但故事就变成了一桩我们熟悉的婚外情始末，一则单纯的爱情小品。

    另外补充就是卡罗尔的闺蜜这个角色，前史过多，交代不清，作为情节的润滑剂很好使，台词帮助镜头丰满了卡罗尔这个人物，但是过于分散注意力，我觉得反而是删掉比较好。

    开头和结尾的重逢段落是我非常喜欢的，文学性很强，凯特和鲁尼表演也是教科书般的走心，与这一段相似的是《相见恨晚》中的车站离别，不知海因斯是否有致敬的意思。同样是千言万语化作几句寒暄，同样是一个聒噪的第三者打破气氛，经过前面的铺垫，最后临别时肩头的一按，力量比一个吻还要重。结尾时特芮丝寻找卡罗尔的段落是一个比较好的情绪出口，避免了被打断的对话而带来的不安感，“众里寻她千百度”，最后找到了，啪，停。干净利落，不说废话。

    最后总结就是，我个人认为，整部影片的叙事镜头表演都拿捏得恰到好处，简洁，克制，不留余地，也没有在题材上故弄玄虚，自命不凡，但是“同性”作为主题的核心基本没有体现出来，是一部比较纯粹的爱情电影。

warning：全是剧透！

记得差不多半年前，在微博上被魔王和小白兔的嘎纳照片刷屏。于是默默的去Amazon买了Kindle版的来看。对于能下载绝不购买的我来说，这绝对算是难得的了。这是我第一本完整看完的英语小说/书。当时就有冲动写读后感，但又觉得可以等电影结束后，在好好一起来写。于是，现在就有种终于看完电影来交作业的感觉。

电影和小说一样，其实情节非常简单。简单到都觉得没有剧透的意义。这是正在离婚中的贵妇Carol与处于人生迷茫阶段的售货员+摄影师Therese相爱的故事。小说的精妙在于，它完全着点与Therese的视角，于是作为读者的我，就可以完全感同身受的和她一起心动，一起因为Carol的邀约而兴奋，连那小鹿乱撞的心跳都那么的真实。当时小说最大的悬念就是，Carol是否爱着，她有多爱。就像你暗恋一个人的时候，你最想知道的就是她爱不爱我，有多爱。于是这条线就带出了小说中我最爱的三段情节。

1. Therese第一次在Waterloo的旅馆里向Carol表白。那段场景写的很奇妙。Therese是在睡前，以很困倦，很模糊的状态下说出I love you的。而作为读者的我，也突然像从困倦与睡意中惊醒一样，看着Carol一脸淡然又宠溺的说，难道你不知道我一直爱你吗？那样一种尘埃落定的幸福感，也许真的只有在小说的单视角下才能感受得到。之后就是两人做爱的情节。然而在电影中，这一段则是用完全不同的表达方式。

2. Carol第一次知道她们有可能被私家侦探跟踪。她问Therese，是想要继续旅行还是停止。Therese说想要继续，然后Carol就很坚决的说，那么我们就继续。这是在Carol完全知道自己在走钢丝的情况下做出的选择，而这一刻，我是真的看到，Carol不仅爱着，而且爱的很深，很任性。遗憾的是，这一段在电影中完全被省略了。电影后半段的节奏非常快，反而将有些情绪忽略了。这个后面聊到电影的时候再说。

3. Therese回到NY后，第一次和Carol见面。此时已经完全成长后的Therese和刚接受完人生残酷洗礼的Carol。小说中，两人聊着过去，聊着发生过的种种。Carol第一次主动说‘我爱你’。停顿之后，又加上，但是我知道你不再爱我了。哪怕如此，她还是说着自己如何放弃Rindy的抚养权，因为她不愿意屈服，永远不再见Therese。那种淡然的语气仿佛在说着别人的事。以至于，最后当她向Therese发出住在一起的邀请时，你似乎感受不到那些话的重量。就这么冷静的说着爱你，冷静的孤注一掷，到最后冷静的接受拒绝。
        
这就是书里的那个Carol，爱的很高傲，很自我，但也奋不顾身。有意思的是，虽然书里Carol的情节并不多，心理描绘是完全没有。但是反而让读者更容易把所有的注意力都集中在她身上。与之相反的，是电影。两人的戏份与视角非常平均，而也正是这种平均，让电影展现了完全不同画面感。
        
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个人非常喜欢电影前面3/4部分（到两人被发现，Carol抛下Therese离开）。哪怕节奏非常慢，慢到你似乎感觉没发生什么事情，但是情绪却非常的饱满。从两人在百货商店初遇，Carol就很肆无忌惮的打量着Therese。眼神，言语，甚至是肢体上，似有若无的调戏随处可见。从第一次邀请来家中，到圣诞节送礼物，到两人开始公路旅行，到Carol亲吻Therese。。。从一开始，Carol就占据着完全的主动。说得通俗点，就像霸道总裁追灰姑娘的感觉。而Therese从头到尾都只有在说“好哒”。这和小说有着些许的不同。小说中，Therese在没有任何缘由的情况下给Carol写圣诞贺卡，才让两人有了后续（电影中是Carol故意留下手套）；小说中，Therese在圣诞节给Carol买了个巨贵的包包，哪怕明知道自己经济上很拮据 （而电影中则是Carol在知道Therese的摄影师梦想后给她买了专业摄像机）；小说中是Therese首先表白，挑明了两人的暧昧（而电影中完全没有表明心迹的部分，直接是Carol主动的接吻）。个人猜想，电影中Therese的被动，也是为了凸显出她在初期的迷茫和不知所措。和分手之后她的变化，并且对Carol说No形成鲜明的对比。
        
电影情节方面亮点还是不少的：
        
1. 前面提到的Carol对Therese的调戏和勾引（想不出更适合的词了）。全剧Carol一共抚摸过Therese的肩膀4次。每一次都有不一样的含义，而每一次Therese都会有很明显的反应（害羞，紧张，震惊…）。这也是我说，为什么电影中，虽然Carol主动很多，但是跟多Therese身上的情绪也非常的有张力。至于眼神的调戏就不说。各种媚眼，以及大胆的审视。老实说，这真的给电影带来很多的乐趣。
        
2. Sex Scene。终于明白，为什么各种记者会，访问中，大家都这么爱问这段激情戏。因为这段戏真的比我想象中要大胆很多。而且所表达的情绪实在是太棒了。我看过的大部分电影里，激情戏主要分两种，一种是纯粹的lust：比如酒后，比如某种冲动，比如纯属打炮。还有一种，就是很多爱情电影中，特别文艺又带有美感的激情戏。基本上会特别渲染环境，然后两人接吻，倒在床上，远镜头，然后就第二天天亮了。Carol的床戏却远远超过这些。从最开始Carol解开自己睡袍的腰带，到接吻，到床上肢体的交融，Carol的主导，Therese的反应…等等等等。我有种，wow，这才是literally的做爱（make love）的感觉。导演把这段情节拍的很大胆，但又非常的美。你能感到两人的passion，但又很清楚的明白，这不只是纯粹的lust。那种相爱，想要靠的更近的感觉，是让人透不过气的。这段戏时间不短，所以真的是舔屏党的福利啦。

之后还有一场相对比较短的亲热戏。是在两人被发现之后。观众应该可以明显的感觉到情绪的不同。这一段中，两人拥抱和亲吻中带着更多更多的绝望与迫切。

唯一比较遗憾的是，两场戏间隔非常近，中间夹的那场还是发现自家侦探窃听的高潮戏，于是三场戏连在一起，显得非常的赶，还没消化掉呢，就移到下一步了。

3. Therese 的摄影师职业。小说中，Therese的职业是剧场的场景设计（set designer？）。之前不理解这个改变，但是电影中，摄影师的设定真的非常棒！Therese镜头下Carol是真的美。同时也对Therese的个性发展起到很大的作用（老实说，这部电影，要从角色发展的角度，Therese是远大于Carol的）。还有中间很有意思的一场戏，两人刚开始旅行时，在餐厅，Therese就直接拿起照相机对着Carol拍（好痴汉），Carol还害羞，玩笑间，两人的手触碰到。非常喜欢这种甜蜜的瞬间。而两人分开后，Therese看着Carol的照片，那种虐也是彻心彻骨的。

4. 最后一场对视。很多人都提到过这场戏，因为真的很赞，也因为这段情节，这个故事最后被定格为Happy Ending。而小说也成为那个时代第一部HE的Les爱情故事。个人觉得，这一幕的重点是Therese。从她走进饭店，寻找Carol，从最开始的着急，到最后就这么凝视的，脸上的变化，那个眼神真的可以让我联想到小说最后一段的描写：
        
...and Therese smiled because the gesture was Carol, and it was Carol she loved and would always love...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.
        
那一幕，从Therese的脸上，我真的可以看到，不管路过多少城市，多少地方，天堂和地狱，她爱的永远是那个Carol，那个唯一的Carol。
        
至于情节上不太满意的地方也是有的。比如最开始提到的，电影中后段节奏非常赶，感觉两人才开始就结束了。也因为这样，其实Carol对Therese的爱也表达的不是很够。小说中，你能觉得，Carol的爱是不断递增的，到最后放弃所有来到Therese面前时，达到顶峰。而电影里的至高点反而是在中间，旅行的部分。并且电影里对于Carol母亲形象的塑造很深刻，反而有一点点掩盖掉她对Therese的感情。特别是最后，我记得小说中，Carol基本是为了Therese放弃了见到Rindy的机会（抚养权什么的早就因为她和Therese的行为一败涂地了）。而电影里，Carol是为了让Rindy有一个稳定的生活，而不是看着父母不断的挣抚养权，而放弃的争斗。后半段发生的事情很多，但是可能因为太赶，反而显得有些松散，不像前期那么饱满。当然还有一些被删掉的情节比如Therese的表白啦，两人的一场浴室戏份啦。。。总觉得两人旅行的部分的戏份还该再多一些。但是毕竟你永远没办法把一部小说完整的塞到电影里，做人也不能太贪心。
        
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说完情节的部分，在随便说些其他的。这部电影的制作的真的棒，从导演到演员。老实说，这部电影不容易拍，因为情节实在是太简单了，没啥太多的一波三折，怎么样不拍成俗套的爱情故事片，还是非常有挑战的。Todd的画面真的实在是太美了。很多视角很特别，比如当Therese观察Carol，镜头就会只拍到Carol的局部（比如只拍手指，袖子。。等等）。再比如，这次很多镜头都是靠镜子或者窗的反射，或者透过窗户来拍摄的。我不是太了解这样的目的，但是作为观众的我还是很享受这样的画面的。电影的原声也很棒。虽然很多都是那段主旋律的翻来覆去，但是真的非常有感觉，也把情节烘托的很好。
        
当然最后不能略过的是演员们。演技都是杠杠的！配角们都各司其职。Cate一贯的高水平表演，Rooney妹子却是有惊喜。感觉是一部看几遍都不过瘾的片子。Cate的身材出乎意料的好。背部和手臂的曲线非常的漂亮，也很结实。比较好笑的是，两场床戏里，Rooney的脸都是通通红的，而且都是一路红到耳根。想说，Rooney自称裸的都习惯了，这里还是害羞哈！
        
马上到来的各种award season，Carol其实不是传统的热门片类型。但是希望有好运！
        
总分5星还是必须的。但是从电影角度，给4星，还有一星是私心！

[一部可以给死姬佬们带来全程高能观影体验的电影 －－ 写实的副标题］

（严重细节剧透，没有顺序，风格跳脱，想哪儿写哪儿）（似乎重点都跑到了补充内容里…）
（原影评因为下载链接给的太明显被删掉了…心塞＝ ＝）

作为一个三线电影节，斯德哥尔摩把凯特女王在出租车里追寻玛拉妹子身影的图当作宣传海报实在是太具吸引力，比电影的官方海报还要好。为此甘愿自掏观影史中最贵的一场电影票。

影片开始前和朋友说，不要跟我微信，我要把有限的精力投入到两个小时听力理解中，因为一点都不想错过。七百人的剧院场子，上座率至少在80%。根据全片的笑点判断，得有半场子的基佬拉拉，散场后看到涌出的人中不少拉拉脸；至于基佬，这整个城市的本地男性看着都像基佬。

原著小说刚看到第九章，因此没法对比，其实也不需要对比，毕竟是两种不同的表达方式，很多细腻的情感两小时的电影表现不出来，所以不应代入对原著的情感。即便这部片子不牵扯到同性恋情，从阵容到布景也足够引人了，再加上预告片和一些流出片段，拍摄和剪辑炸了，演技也炸了，又怎能错过如此炸裂的电影？

开头就是两人坐在一起面对面喝茶，我心想不对啊书里不这么写的，后来意识到雾草这是倒叙/全文首尾呼应，脑子里蹦出了context这个词于是跳戏五秒钟。接着闪回到两个人初见那场戏。Carol站在最远端的柜台，Therese先注意到，Carol看过来，两人对上眼，顺便把我也看怀孕了。现在闭上眼回想凯特女王的那个眼神，依旧浑身发麻，还有一种被人打了一拳胸腔里一声闷响的感觉。这是值奥斯卡最佳女主提名的一瞥，十足的穿透力，因此Therese的crush一点也不突兀。两人的第一段交谈从洋娃娃开始，到小火车送货上门结束，凯特女王谁听谁怀孕的声音和看谁谁生娃的眼神，对于Therese都是绝命无情杀。一个刚入社会的小女孩，面对一个来自更高阶层、举止优雅、面容中透着神秘的成熟女性，瞬间被吸引是在情理之中的。对于手套，个人认为是Carol故意留下，因为Therese说她四岁的时候喜欢小火车，如此strange的小姑娘对于一个不用上班还在离婚中的Carol十分新奇；而Therese明显因为那一瞥就爱上了，她把手套按送货地址寄过去时心中也是期望能和Carol再有接触，所以双方都是心 怀 不 轨

剧本剪掉书中的一些关于Therese着实是一个很难对别人说不的小姑娘的情节，改成了她和Carol吃饭时的对白（对Richard和Jack她也没有明确说过不）。第一次通话约饭，Therese答应；初饭时Carol邀请来家中做客，又答应了，"strange girl you are"，但Therese对Carol的yes都是喜悦而肯定的，不像对别人只是not no。剧本还把Therese的工作从场工变成摄影，这个改动无比适合电影表现－包含着爱意拍摄的影像可以最直观地表现出当事人的情感，压箱底的照片也在后来提醒Therese你还爱着Carol。给编剧加个澳龙。

凯特女王全程演技炸表，勾引挑逗玛拉妹子的时候，作为一个姬佬我也是各种屏气凝神/心跳加速/心脏停搏，因此玛拉妹子演技在凯特女王全程高能下很容易被忽略，至少在观影的时候是没注意到的。但回想起来，玛拉妹子片中演技担当与女王其实平分秋色。如果说凯特女王负责撩拨观影姬佬和掰弯看片直妹，玛拉妹子就是在表现一个现实中被撩拨被掰弯的小姑娘。因为自然。Therese面对Carol时的表现就是一个普通人在生活中面对突如其来的crush应有的表现，不做作，不夸张，却又传达出了内心活动。弹琴那段，Carol的双手搭在Therese肩上的那一刻，想象中我自己的反应和屏幕上看到的Therese的反应是一毛一样的。那是一种全部感官都被放大放缓的感受，心脏有力的跳动之声占据整个大脑，似乎能感受到所有血管的舒张和收缩，听到血液的流淌，心中的兴奋与期待，玛拉妹子全都表现出来了，一个短短的镜头里。所以玛拉妹子更值得奥斯卡最佳女主提名。鉴于蓝色茉莉女王拿奖拿到吐，所以期待奥斯卡长眼让玛拉妹子提名然后拿奖。

说到演技，片中Carol是个很张扬的角色，但凯特女王并没让这个角色显得狂放，却在一个热 爱 穿 貂 还时常烈焰红唇的女子身上营造出了绝对的气质二字。后面和前夫妥协女儿抚养权那场戏，情绪从平缓向激动的转变，哭泣时的念白，旁边的鬼佬在这幕戏结束的时候来了句wow。

全片都很克制，Therese打包因为要和Carol去西部而和Richard吵架爆发了一下，然后克制住了，没有将滚吧别来烦我说出口；Carol跟前夫吵完架还找不到烟，气急败坏了一下然后又优雅的克制了；发现侦探偷拍应该是全片情绪最爆发的一段了，但还是以克制收尾；Therese被一个人留在旅店后也没有伤心到嚎啕大哭（啊她在回程路上因为伤心而下车呕吐的时候脑子里想的是这一幕在逼站上一定会被“妹子怀孕了”刷屏）（误）；Carol的那封信内容语气也极为克制，虽然凯特女王的声音无疑是一剂催产素（但还是想吐槽最后一句I release you 是特么什么鬼，简直渣男附体好么）；船戏却是克制的爆发，仿佛是一缕轻烟在一个空球体中出现，然后慢慢散开，越来越浓，最后充斥了整个球体，最终融合成了一个有份量的固态的实心球体。

一共两分钟左右的船戏在我看来有五分多钟的感觉，可能是太过全情投入拉长了时空。吸鼻涕的，清嗓子的，吃爆米花的，调整坐姿的都没了声音，船戏结束后无声的几秒钟全场也是完全静音的状态，如同所有人都凝固在了各自的高潮余温中一般。又是扶住肩膀，而此时两人之间的关系彼此已经心知肚明，Therese并不再是心里小鹿乱撞，而是知道要发生什么的紧张和无措，再次赞玛拉妹子演技。

Therese的紧张和无措建立在两人之间的情感地位上，Carol占据主导地位－先出手，话题、活动都是由她引出，Therese积极回应每一件。全片Therese从未对Carol有主动的身体接触（关系暴露后的那晚Therese也不敢主动和Carol一床睡，再之后还关于抚养权产生自责），我倾向于Therese的自卑心理：不同阶级，不同阅历，让她不敢向Carol主动表达情感，仅有的一次主动打电话也没能在Carol挂电话之前把那句I miss you说出口，因此全片仅有的一句I love you是从示弱的Carol嘴里说出也就可以合理解释了。

Carol解开睡衣带的那刻，我呼吸都停止了，并且明确感受到自己脸红了orz…荧屏里的Therese显然也是大脑一片空白脸。太特么诱惑了。不知道书里怎么描写的这一块，但是这个动作秒杀一切前戏，有直接送人登顶的功效。更厉害的是，并没有接下来就宽衣解带，而是手扶着肩，两个人在镜中对视了一阵，然后Carol缓身吻向Therese，镜外是Carol的角度，镜中是Therese的角度，两个人各自的情感在同一画面中同时展现，在这里要给摄像跪，给导演跪。接下来依然克制，Therese停下来说take me to bed，也是两人走向床，Therese轻轻躺下，Carol解开Therese衣服，赞美身体，脱掉自己的睡袍，再俯身轻吻，才激烈起来。一段太美的船戏。
（凯特女王脱掉浴袍露出背上肌肉的时候，我从心脏停搏直接狂飙到心率180）

这段船戏中没有夹杂着情欲，只有两人的强烈情感。Carol的船戏里光影和配乐的运用，配合两位女主双双炸了的演技，足以让人屏息凝神地欣赏，让人在观看时感受到爱，（在有片源后）让人在想感受爱的时候翻出来回味，达到精神上的满足，而非看完想转身找人打一炮or想打炮却没人时的替代。另外我认为美好的船戏是让观众产生欣赏之情，哪怕美得不真实。与之相对的是阿呆尔的生活，里面的船戏拍得很“真实”（然而实际生活中并不），但作为姬佬我在观看过程中感到非常尴尬，因此空前绝后地在船戏时快进。Carol的船戏让我没有夹杂着色情视角进入了角色，而非旁观者，十分难得的体验。

影片结束在两人远远地对视中，正如开头的对视令两人相识，片末的对视是两人更新一层关系的开始，也是Therese最主动的一次行为。随着停留在凯特女王身上的镜头，我在片首怀上的孩子，也在步入到寒夜，同旁人一起点燃的烟中，思维还沉浸在电影里，生出来了。

（想写的太多，语言组织能力又太差，等思路捋清晰了再回来补充）
（结束滚幕上看到了柯达16mm胶片，当时激动的眼泪都快掉下来了，数字时代稀有的胶片电影啊！）
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补充一：
Carol送Therese相机和半箱子胶卷（还用脚把箱子踢近）和心情不好来一场说走就走的西部游彰显了她的主导地位－有钱任性。

补充二：
电影没有说明白Carol对Therese的感情是怎么开始的，从开头的挑逗通过接触弥补感情空缺逐渐升级成爱？这要是成立了，从Carol的角度故事就太不感人了…但两人明显就是真爱眼神。也许是因为Carol是主导方，因此观影时观众自动被主导，因此在Carol不脆弱的状态下没有参与进她的心理活动。还有结尾太仓促，Carol内心的挣扎展现得短小却并不有力，反而让人觉得是争女儿无望所以不能再失去Therese。但她是怎样意识到生活中不能缺了Therese也没有表现出来，只有在出租车里追寻Therese背影这一点，感觉再加15min的戏来说明一下也不多…不过这确实是不太好处理的一块，反正导演说budget is limited…

1127补充三：
看完电影的状态就是从掉坑到被活埋－再也出不来，于是跑去读原著，然而阅读速度捉急，已经无法满足对着文字意淫画面的需求，于是找到了英文有声书，下好分享给自愿跳坑被深埋的各位，九个半小时即可登极乐(微笑脸) （各种｜｜｜下载链接｜｜｜弄得我都不敢放了😂想下的直接管我要吧）

1128补充四：
两天的原著搞定过程里整个人陷入了魔障模式…把学校里所有的电影节海报都拿回家了…还给电影节写邮件讨要不同尺寸的海报…找来了所有和电影相关的访谈来看，表示玛拉妹子把头发散下来更漂亮，凯特女王影场老手各种问题应答得心应手。然而，遍寻整个油管carol的采访都没有找到NYFF放片结束有中国妹子提问环节说“中国姑娘们看完预告都弯了”的视频…只找到了伦敦电影节导演提到这段的访谈 http://www.bilibili.com/video/av3291892/ 希望有好心人找到NYFF的访谈视频
万能好心人Youth提供了NYFF视频地址http://video.weibo.com/show?fid=1034:5233a4f16b58f128a1906342834296da

1201补充五：
犯病继续中…每天靠trailer和clip度日等公映…感觉可以剪个短版电影出来了…
说说扶肩膀这件事，原著里也是认真刻画了好几次
影评没法传gif 动图在这里 http://www.douban.com/people/3984228/status/1764408485/



前面说过，这是一部极其克制的片子，只有我们这些心怀不轨的人才全程被撩。然而片中除了船戏两人为数不多的几次身体接触里，有三次轻抚肩膀杀让人印象深刻。感谢玛拉妹子炸天的表演，让屏外人对Therese可以感同身受。

／／第一幕，同时也是快到结尾幕的扶肩发生在Carol邀请Therese同住被拒绝然后放ILoveYou大招后。Carol是伤心的，因为这个No在她意料之外却又太合情合理。扶住Therese肩膀，Carol说you two have wonderful night，手指在肩上微微用力，后短促慌张的抬起。抗日剧里这是上战场前立flag的标准动作之一。指尖的力量里包含着爱与不舍，和诀别般的痛苦与遗憾。之后她保持优雅，从容离去。[楼主要回国，来个新年彩蛋吧1227，第一个留言发现彩蛋的国内包邮送一张电影节海报 如图

至于Therese，在Carol的手触碰到肩膀的那一刻，深吸一口气，转头偏向Carol，到三秒钟后手离开，放下提起的那口气，思绪却还停留在刚刚，接着是近似于喘息的深呼吸，心跳加快的反应。这段clip看了不下20遍，在不到十秒钟的画面里，双方对彼此的情感靠两个并不明显的动作完美诠释。

／／第二幕发生在Therese第一次去Carol家做客。Carol坐在地上，问起Therese偷拍事宜，然后谈起了人生理想事业规划。之后起身，轻轻走向弹奏中的Therese，双手扶住肩头，向侧轻抚，然后手离开。一个包含怜爱的举动。一个受情感驱使发生的动作。这是一个只可能发生在关系亲密、彼此接纳的人身上的动作。另外，在扶肩之前，Carol手在胸前轻抹了一下衣服。一般情况下这是由于紧张带来犹豫不决时无意识的动作。Carol为什么要紧张，我的理解是，那是她已经意识到自己对这个小姑娘已经不再是单纯的感兴趣了，并且多少发觉了Therese对自己不一样的情感。然而在当时的社会和她自己所处的生活状态中，她清楚了解两人如果走到一起，那将会有极大的风险，对彼此的生活影响很大，因此紧张和犹豫。

而Therese在手触到肩的那一瞬，整个人僵住了，电流从坐骨神经涌到大脑，breath taking。拷贝上文，“那是一种全部感官都被放大放缓的感受，心脏有力的跳动之声占据整个大脑，似乎能感受到所有血管的舒张和收缩，听到血液的流淌，心中的兴奋与期待玛拉妹子全都表现出来了，在一个短短的镜头里。”

／／第三幕是船戏前奏，没记错的话是可以分为两部分的：
#1Carol从后面走来，右手搭上Therese肩膀，左手慢慢捋着Therese的头发，谈起各自独自一人度过的新年夜。Therese说I'm not alone with you，伸手搭在了Carol的手上。两人在镜中对视(至少五秒)。从表情上看不太出两人的心理活动，只是可以肯定Therese心里是很高兴的，是那种可以和Carol分享生活的高兴；
#2Carol(左手)解开睡衣带，Therese变大脑空白脸，伴随紧张和无措，两人在镜中对视(至少三秒)，Carol缓身吻向Therese。

Carol主导了由#1向#2的转变。一直处于弱势和被动的Therese想必并没有会和Carol滚床单的想法，尤其是剧本删了我们心心念念的Don’t you know I love you桥段，Therese始终没有明确过Carol对她是怎样一种情感，到达什么程度，因此她不敢奢求什么。相对于爱，我更愿意把她对Carol的感情理解为爱慕(截止到滚床单前)。Carol对Therese的情感则应该是在旅途中慢慢升温的，从最初的感兴趣，到陪伴者，到深度陪伴者(和到最后的人生陪伴者)。旅行真的是情感发酵最强大的催化剂，全天候的陪伴如果没带来厌恶和嫌弃，那就只能让双方的感情向更深一层次发展。解开的睡衣带一方面是解开孤独，另一方面就是解开情感－－一个成熟重名的女性知道自己需要的是什么，而在当时的社会背景下，解开了这样的情感，几乎就可以算作是行动版的我爱你了。

1213补充六：
在线 http://www.bilibili.com/video/av3384190/
源地址 //www.youtube.com/watch?v=v162MTr_RPM&index=1&list=PLbRpHkuMazSKL73_wqMhSWiPuzNizmCdg
疯逼楼主凭借二十天前仅看过一次的记忆和track名字尝试把ost和情节对应，如有错误欢迎指正&补充

TRACKLIST: （靠低清生肉二刷以后更正&补充了）

1. Opening - Composer: Carter Burwell －－00:52-03:01 片头
2. Taxi - Composer: Carter Burwell －－05:14-06:01 Therese坐进出租车开始回忆杀
3. To Carol’s - Composer: Carter Burwell －－31:47-33:11 Therese上了Carol的贼车（书里是Therese想想隧道塌了俩人被埋死在一起）
4. One Mint Julep - Performer: The Clovers －－70:44-72:26 开向豪华酒店所在城市的路上
5. Datebook - Composer: Carter Burwell －－24:25-25:05 笔记本上写Carol的名字和周末去她家玩的日程（12月21号哟）
6. Christmas Trees - Composer: Carter Burwell －－33:13－34:46 贵妇撩骚以及痴汉偷拍
7. Easy Living - Performer: Billie Holiday & Teddy Wilson －－没聋的话应该是Therese钢琴弹的曲子
8. The Train - Composer: Carter Burwell －－42:54-43:58 Therese在火车上哭（这段看了好心疼啊TAT）
9. Packing - Composer: Carter Burwell －－58:59-59:58 打包行李准备出发
10. Drive Into Night - Composer: Carter Burwell －－62:02-62:50 Therese把唱片送给Carol 然后两人上路开车。开到夜里Carol还给一旁坐着睡着的Therese盖了下衣服。
11. Kiss Of Fire - Performer: Georgina Gibbs －－
12. Waterloo - Composer: Carter Burwell －－74:03-74:28 开向Waterloo&船前
13. Lover - Composer: Carter Burwell －－76:00-78:22 船ing（WTF船戏真的只有两分半…我果然错觉了）
14. The Gun - Composer: Carter Burwell －－79:28-82:08 发现私家侦探
15. Smoke Rings - Performer: Les Paul & Mary Ford －－
16. Over There - Composer: Carter Burwell －－83:30-84:40 临别船
17. Visitation - Composer: Carter Burwell －－ 95:17-96:37 Carol见到了Rindy，到Therese挑选Portfolio照片
18. To Court - Composer: Carter Burwell －－ 98:31-99:29 Carol去跟前夫讨论听证会路上在出租车里追寻Therese身影
19. The Letter - Composer: Carter Burwell －－ 102:43-102:58 Carol给Therese写信约见面
20. No Other Love - Performer: Jo Stafford －－
21. The Times - Composer: Carter Burwell －－103:03-104:43 Therese在Times工作&餐厅见面
22. Reflections - Composer: Carter Burwell －－108:49-109:57 Therese去趴体
23. Crossing - Composer: Carter Burwell －－113:01-114:27 Therese去找Carol
24. You Belong To Me - Performer: Helen Foster & The Rovers －－ 32:36-33:12 穿隧道时Carol打开车里收音机时的音乐
25. The End - Composer: Carter Burwell －－ 片尾

1225补充七：
机场过夜无聊，谈谈对Therese火车上哭的感想。

可以十分清晰地感受到委屈和无助两种情感。在Carol和前夫起争执的情况下，她什么都无法为Carol做，甚至连提出去帮忙买烟都被情绪不稳定中的Carol硬声回绝。这样的回绝其实很伤人心，相当于直接说“我不需要你”，生冷、僵硬、疏离，在开往火车站的路上也是一言不发（隔着屏幕都能感受到沉重凝固的气氛），这些对本以为已经进入Carol生活的Therese算是当头一棒。

对于Carol，Therese人生中第一次产生爱／爱慕这种剧烈的感情。有过暗恋经历的人应该都体会过那种想为对方做任何事、帮对方解决困难的欲望，因为爱是占有，你希望包办对方的一切所求，希望对方的一切都是从自己这里索取，也希望自己的付出能够换来对方的一个微笑，然而Carol只给了"Just let it be"+关上的房门，和"I'm fine. The next train's at 8:30. I'll drive you to the station."+无言的路程。后来我想了想，如果是叫出租来接，Therese的伤心程度应该会比电影中的要少一些，至少她可以让自己理解为，Carol吵完架心情真的很不好，无心处理他事。而开车送站，在Carol方面是一种最低限度的礼仪，但在Therese看来就是不被需要的拒绝。

还有之前没太想明白的一点，在这夜深人静 空旷漏风的KEF机场也稍微思如泉涌了一下：Therese想问Carol的话内容是什么，以及Carol为什么恳求答案却又在电话另一头的一阵喧嚣中挂断了电话。

Therese到家后，像是有感应一般接起了Carol的电话。平静下来的Carol意识到之前的态度太过硬冷，打电话表示道歉。画面中，Carol拿着烟的手在颤抖，声音里没有了强硬和自信，询问了第二天能不能来找Therese，双手握住电话，竟用了近似恳求的语气"Ask me. Things. Please."让Therese问问题，然后做了只有在内心痛苦时才会有的扶额动作。这时的Carol孤独无助，像是接替了Therese之前的情感一般。走廊里的那阵喧嚣，可能让Carol误以为Therese找到了下一个开心的地方／没有人和她一同承受悲伤，遂挂断电话。

至于Therese想问的问题，从她被“邀约”瞬间点亮的眼神变为羞涩向下的低垂，大概可以猜测出来：
a "I think I'm in love with you. Do you like me?"
b "Do you know I love you?"
c "Do you like me?"
d "I'm care about you. Do you need me?"
不管问题是什么，还好没问出口。因为隐藏的感情才有更多发酵的余地。

1229补充八（在又一次漫长的转机等候中）：

离回国18小时的时候去影院二刷了Carol，九点开始十一点结束，下过雪的斯德歌尔摩气温竟与一个月前从影院走出来时没有太大差距。在家把标清裆漏也看过了几遍，完全熟知了剧情和对话，但这次二刷时仍然目不转睛，除了感受到有些场景相比于第一次看“快”了许多，没有别的不同，又是第一眼被盯怀孕，又是长舒一口气和意犹未尽式的如鲠在喉，也关注到了更多的细节。不得不说，影院观影感受和对着电脑撸完全不同，因为影院里唯一可见的就是亮着的大屏幕，偶尔加上一些前排稀落的人脑袋，很多细节和情感的感知程度要远深于一块撑死17寸屏上放映着的低标清画质画面。

寒酸的吃饱喝足，先来聊聊爱情。

我没经历过crush，也不相信crush。第一眼带来的最多是互相吸引，第一次短暂且不深入的接触最深也只能带来好感。一直放不下的人和唯一一段恋爱的第一面也只是相对于其他不认识的人多了一丝关注而已（一个高中入学一个大学入学）。感情是相处出来的，需要共同经历时间地点事件才能深入和转化。

然后来捋一下两人的感情发展时间线：
1216/17 商店见面—— 1218 Carol约Therese周五吃午饭—— 1219 午饭&Carol请Therese周日到家做客—— 1221 难过的做客经历—— 1222 Carol到Therese家看照片&相约西去—— 1223/24 出发—— 1231or0101 两分半—— 0103 Carol丢下Therese走了
满打满算，15天。

经历过Therese的年纪和类似事故，可以确认她在第五／六天从爱慕变成了爱上；Carol比Therese多一天，在Abby的问题里意识到自己对Therese是有不同寻常的感情的。窝无数次在无数地方提到或写过，旅程是情感发酵的最猛烈的催化剂，如果没在日夜相处中心生厌恶，那就只会有越来越深且容易升华的感情。持续接触的15天是情感的铺垫与发酵，激情与伤害过后，接下来的一个多月才是爱情真正发展的阶段。写到这里，突然想再给编剧加个澳龙。绝对的好手笔，让两人在几十天互不见面互无消息之后，来一次目光与背影的重逢，来一次掷地有声的I won’t deny it，来一次没有直接回应的I love you，来一次人群之中我只能看到你。有经历曲折，有时间沉淀，这样的爱情才有爱情的样子。相信这也是很多人看完以后，嘴中长舒一口气，却还有一股劲顶在心和喉咙之间，可能自己都没意识到的，原因。

再说说Carol对Therese的感情。之前没想明白Carol对Therese的感情是怎么开始转变的，对电脑撸了几遍低清也没发现，这次二刷被一个画面糊一熊脸后略微恍然大悟：爱的迁移。一个三十几岁有婚姻有家庭的上层阶级女人勾搭不到二十的售货少女，怎样都会给人一种玩儿性大发的潜在感受。但Carol看到Therese小时候照片那刻的表情，以及转变话题要喝的，和之后坐在一旁黯然神伤，无疑是照片唤起了对Rindy的想念，这时Carol的母性应多少迁移了一些到Therese身上。片中另两处明显的母性体现：夜车途中关掉收音机给Therese盖衣服（理解为对有感情的人的关心也可以，因为盖好后还轻按了一下肩膀）；新年夜手搭在Therese肩上的同时抚弄她的头发（Carol时常给Rindy梳头），然后聊到双方都总是没有爱人陪伴得跨年。两次母性的体现都混杂在更复杂的感情中，所以Carol对Therese的爱既不是从母性中寻找支点，也不是意外的经历衍射出了母性，而是自始至终地揉杂并行，并且我认为在Carol放低姿态去求Therese搬来一起放I love you大招时，依然不是纯粹的情人间的情感—— 母性哪有那么容易消散，世上哪有完全纯粹的感情。
（天惹这段写得好无聊，但语言和逻辑表达只能到这个地步了…千言万语不知道怎么说才好 真糟心）

不过发现之前观影的一个遗漏。Carol坐到一旁黯然神伤的时候，Therese敏感的察觉到Carol情绪异样，也是她第一次直面到Carol的弱势状态，因此有了第一次主动的（安慰性的）碰触——没错，又是搭肩膀（多么内敛克制的一部片子！除了船两人片里所有的肢体接触都特么是 搭 肩 膀，还不是环绕式的搭肩膀，也连个充满爱意或温暖的涌抱都没有…但不管是谁设计的，只想说 干 得 漂 亮），这是两人算是熟识后Therese第一次感受到被需要。另一次明显被需要的是住豪华酒店吃饭时被问房号，Carol想不起来也找不到，场景还是挺尴尬的，Therese的脱口而出颇有解围的态势，于是［您的好友Carol发送了“眨下眼睛”的表情］，Therese调用［自豪耿直红耳根微笑］表情包。任何一次的主动付出被接受和被需要在自认为相处弱势的Therese看来都是宝贵的，这些可以向Carol证明自己有拥有价值的机会，证明对她的关心，对她的感情。

好啦来说说摄像。（又是一个不那么有趣且讲不明白的话题）（窝今天是怎么了😂 ）
本片摄像最大的特点就是能摇晃就绝不稳，能在镜头和脸之间插入任何形式的屏障就绝不让画面中直接仅出现一张脸(directly to a face …有时候中文不好真捉急)。最多的就是隔着玻璃，映着街景的，挂着雨水的，偷拍视角的；类似就是利用镜面反射，一张脸，两个角度，出现在同一画面。其次就是对焦一张正脸的前景一定有一个虚焦的人／物挡着。没学过电影，但给我最直观的感觉是，影片要营造一个旁观者视角，让观众在不远处跟踪这两人的故事，而非把自己代入某个角色或纯当一个观众。然而神奇的是，各位姬佬讨论时更多的是把自己代入Therese的角色中，谈论到Carol主要都是从旁观者角度分析，莫非是大家都更熟悉情窦初开的感觉？总之摄像是神助攻，极少见到这么拍摄的片子。



然而说到底，这还是一部 从此女王与公主快乐地生活在了一起 的故事。但就是因为这样才美好。
（感谢在原影评里留言的各位 截图保留下来了http://www.douban.com/people/NoEnoughPants/status/1773520618/）