打开心世界

1. 晕，为什么部部都是悲剧？

从《燃烧女子的肖像》到《菊石》到它，ntxl不配吗？

推荐下一个导演向《小姐》看齐。

2. 开篇，感受着镜头与阿盖旁白铺陈出的电影氛围与基调，就觉得是好电影。

但是电影名字听起来像是三流偶像剧。

3. 初见的时候塔莉蓝色的眼睛好惊艳。

她们肯定是一见钟情，每一次待在一起空气中都弥漫着心动与暧昧，只是那时她们不敢去想象如此惊世骇俗的东西。

4. 电影前后氛围都很压抑，只有中间，她们在一起的时候有了明媚色调。

5. 初吻。

塔莉先吧啦吧啦一阵隐晦地提出大胆的假设，半逼半哄地诱导阿盖说出自己的情感，要亲上去的时候忽然克制，等得阿盖好着急，只能自己上了。

6. 你闻起来像小饼干。

7. 原本我以为两人停留在接吻阶段，结果最后的床戏闪回得措不及防。

8. 阿盖因为一个吻心神荡漾了一整天，丈夫回来时才惊讶自己啥也没干。

丈夫说“晚饭就吃桌板吗”，莫名戳笑点。

10. 阿盖听到脚步声以为是塔莉来了，十分兴奋地去开门 结果看到自己的丈夫整个脸瞬间拉跨下来。

我的资源清晰度极差，换了三个资源还是一如既往地差，以后会看情况二刷，希望我能找到好资源。

最好是电影节或资料馆可怜可怜我安排一下让我去影院看。

最后，线下好甜。

By making the main character keep a diary and voiceover and over and over and another character happen to like reading out letters otherwise her husband will do (for audiences’ sake instead of his own, as he showed less reasonable reaction to it or to anything - i failed to see any entail of his paranoid and being mean) or By a weird translation of the movie title At the end you felt like you had finished a novel without remembering one single sentence beacuse it was not you who actually did the reading And I personally hoped Vanessa Kirby could have done the most of voiceover as her voice is so fucking hoti had a problem to unravel the meaning of the texts especially when i was engaged in images - i did appreciate the acting at most of time - to me the audio part in this movie (voiceover, some of the dialogues, sound effect) was not symphonious but distractingI couldn’t help drifting away:Is she so frightened yet so fascinated by childbirth because of the long take of labor in Pieces of Woman?Is he so miserable because he burnt his children in Manchester by the sea ?What’s that? The apple peeler he is using? I’d like to have oneYet i do love the character setting about how a person who seemed to feel the most happens to show the least especially in the presence of one dear to her; and the fact that she is Pisces naturally made sense to me - I believed the myth that water signs were to be mute, just as the fish, scorpion and crab were (I thought Kirby’s character was Aries at the beginning and at the middle i thought it Gemini) ( just found out the actors’ sign: Katherine is Pisces in reality and Kirby is Aries; that was fun) (bear with me)Only we dont know how Kirby discovered that - she was not the one being reading to all the way as we were; those literary talents were so in vain in this sense - And we wanted to know how, wanted to feel it visually because we had done with the audio;I also love the potentials about the abyss between expression and feeling; Which at the same time was embodied throughout the movie: words were rather weak even than an attempt of a retreat from a kiss;It was a shame that the script didn’t try hard on the tension between the characters; Not as much intriguing as the aura of the two actors; There was a spark and it was put out by the tedious routine, sentimental words, and stereotype of male - i didn’t doubt that marriage was dull under certain social circumstance and imbalanced division of labour - we could also have a glimpse of conspiracy that how patriarchy was organically constructed. When she made love to him, it could be a sympathy but still a sort of conspiracy. I expect more digging about feminine interests and passion both physically and mentally; we hardly know Kirby’s life except she loved her dog’s companion while the dog itself seemed much less importantAnd it was disappointing that Every time when the crisis within an intimate relationship seemed to pop up and reach to its essence, it would be immediately transferred to the patriarchal representations which were too mechanical, too unnecessarily boring and too much in terms of the volume of the storyThe one pursuiting freedom boldly and honestly meant to be the one being suppressed more violently, even more clinging to be imprisoned and offering fidelity to the things she resisted. It was also despairing that the one she was in love with, was content with the ‘cage’ out of her nature - this was the sense of tragedy as far as i could discern;Nevertheless it was not quite convincing within those fragmented plots. The sadness disappeared at next moment, just like the sense of misery in the character who lost her daughter; the reoccurrence of the loss seemed impressive when the house was on fire meanwhile left a suspect in our empathy for her love affair It seemed that not the physical living condition finally succumbed to the patriarchy, But the effort for the depths and dynamic of the relationship, whether homosexual or heterosexualI was writing a short comment somehow i couldn’t stop chattering so i thought overall i enjoyed the film and i was willing to have some part of it lingering in my thought; And i have to face one truth (not always) : being gay is so gay.Although I used to dislike montages, the absence of the love scenes and as a form of cutaway appearing at last in comparion to the death, was brilliant. Besides, basically my opinion towards cinematic music: i hate music.

《打开心世界》的故事发生在19世纪美国东北部，讲述了女主阿比盖尔和塔莉之间的爱情故事。

作为当时女性生存境遇的缩影，她们分别处于两段不幸的婚姻之中，她们之间的情感联结，在寒冷的冬季谱写出了一支哀婉的悲歌。

“我想买一本地图册。

”阿比盖尔的诉求第一次通过画外音说出，第二次对丈夫宣之于口，但却得不到支持的回应。

“地图册”作为道具勾连了人物感情，在剧情层面，是“渴望”的礼物打败了“实用”的礼物，情感的天平倾斜；在内心层面，是鼓励“无法外出”的女性在想象中冒险；在现实层面，成为了营救塔莉的线索。

另一个重要道具是“账本”。

在男性的世界，账本记录收支、登记访客，女性在账本上的存在或缺位，俨然彰显着“女性是男性的附属与财产”这一时代事实。

“没有记录过我们的心绪，我们的恐惧，我们的幸福，我们刺骨的悲伤”。

而对于阿比盖尔来说，账本记录的是情感的轨迹。

日记是女性写作的重要体裁，长于表现生命体验与内在情感。

就书写内容而言，阿比盖尔描绘了19世纪身为女性的心理体验。

电影大部分是阿比盖尔的主观视点。

她身处囚笼，敏锐地感知世界。

她日记的语言实际上相当克制，在最雀跃的时候不过重复三次“惊喜与喜悦”，在最悲伤的时候也只是使用比喻“我的心是一座没有书的图书馆”。

极高的情感强度和极内敛的书写语言，两者之间的张力呈现，离不开视觉语言。

在评价中，该电影常被类比为散文诗、风景画、抒情音乐。

尽管小说原著出自男性之手，但来自北欧的女性导演使这部电影的质地带上了强烈的女性特质。

导演擅长空间调度，在框架构图与冷暖色调的对比之间，调节人物的物理与心理距离，暗示人物心境与关系。

与空间对应的是声音和节奏，几乎铺满全片的人声独白、大比重的表现性音乐、自然环境的音响。

梦呓的独白和日记书写缠绕在一起，指向内心情感的外化以及和社会、自然环境的情状交接。

“冬日的阳光透过窗户，她的皮肤呈现出玫瑰和紫罗兰的颜色。

”这是触觉电影的案例，在画外音中，阿比盖尔以敏锐的感官能力描绘了对塔莉的细腻观察，这是日记的内容，也是她的内心体验。

此时，镜头在极近的距离掠过塔莉的脸部、袖口，这种看的方式并不具备色情意味，不是定点凝视，而是掠过皮肤，完成眼睛的触摸。

“我想象着继续在这本账簿上写下去，在这里，好像这就是我的生活。

好像我的生活不在别处。

”结尾，阿比盖尔的日记连用五个“想象”。

实际上，她没有见过海，但她对塔莉的情感记述中，充满了海洋相关的比喻。

这是一种想象之爱，是想象将她克制的爱意抛向了我们，实现了情感的内爆。

在遇到Taillie之前，Abigail的世界是孤独无望的——与一位无法满足跟自己精神世界沟通交流的丈夫生活在几乎与世隔绝的深山中；失去了自己唯一的女儿，她也曾是自己与丈夫的唯一连结。

但Abigail似乎也是矛盾的，她在这般绝望的生活中，仍然坚持要给自己买一本地图册，试图让自己从悲伤中抽离，这仿佛是她如即将燃烧殆尽的灰烬般的生活中深埋的一颗火种。

送她这本图册的不是她丈夫，是Taillie。

也是Taillie，能看到她的才华然后被她影响，进而让自己颠沛的心平静下来。

所以Taillie能复燃Abigail内心深处的火苗，并且将让它愈烧愈烈。

Abigail很聪明也很敏感，她早就意识到了自己内心的火苗，这有在她第一次与Taillie打照面后写日记时的独白体现出来——“Why is ink like fire, Because it is a good servant and a hard master.两个灵魂的相遇相知与相爱，可能无关性别。

你懂我，我懂你，我们能让彼此的世界充满joy and astonishment,能给彼此只属于对方的笑容与温情。

每个灵魂本都是孤独甚至可怜的，最真实的那一部分一旦被看见与被关爱，被触动是自然而然的事情，每个灵魂应该都有权利去寻找去感受这份生命的鲜活。

影片中初吻后的Abigail将这份鲜活体现得淋漓尽致，“It's like the pot-bound root finally gets to stretch out.”(主演Katherine 的原话)。

在这份珍贵面前，没有性别的限制。

而这些，都能在Abigail的世界中看到。

但俗世如鸟笼，如监狱，有着冰冷的枷锁与禁令，为了不让潜在的火苗成为威胁自己的隐患，大多数的那方大概都会选择扑灭火苗吧，无论那火苗对少部分人来说有多么绚丽与珍贵。

这也是影片中的社会背景所赋予Abigail和Taillie的东西。

我最欣赏Abigail的地方就在这里。

树林中她与Taillie的谈话，她说“We two alone shall sing like birds in the cage”，夹杂着很矛盾很复杂的感情，体现了她在背离于社会标准时的应对方式，很无奈，但乐观。

这根植于Abigail内心的矛盾性也贯穿到了电影的结尾， Taillie死后，Abigail用想象把Dyler看成Taillie，只不过，这时候成了One bird singing in the cage。

那充满着悲情的生命张力，似乎更加强大了，对Taillie的那份情，似乎也更深了。

为什么姬片都得这么冷嗖嗖的？

除《菊石》外，又一部烧女图代餐.

烧女图

打开心世界这么一看，烧女图确实牛，看过以后，残影还留在脑子里，从此以后每一部姬片都有了烧女图的影子.自然光与烛火打光，油画般的画面，人物内心汹涌的情感，克制的配乐，文学化的感情处理，啊这就是烧女图套餐定制啊！

而我就想问！

为什么！

为什么每部姬片都这么冷嗖嗖！！

越看越冷！

一边看一边裹紧了我的小被子！

《烧女图》里，法国孤岛的风，吹得女主角们嘴唇都白了！

穿堂吹过空旷的城堡，石墙木门都感觉冰冰凉！

《菊石》里，英格兰海岸冰冷潮湿的礁石，阴沉沉地拖拽着女主角的厚裙子！

我甚至都感觉她的鞋袜里全是盐水和冰渣！

看她徒手去扣被冰水冲刷过的菊石，我瑟瑟发抖脑门都觉得凉！

《打开心世界》里，开篇女主角就说自己早上洗土豆，洗完表面都覆盖着冰！

我要窒息了！！

啥呀这也太冷了！

然后暴风雪哗哗刮，肆虐得我耳根疼，好不容易到了五月，他们还要讨论被冻死掉的可怜狗狗！！！

窒息了！

为什么你们的恋爱都这么冷嗖嗖！！

为什么姬片不拍个夏天在意大利小镇充满桃子香气的爱情故事啊！！

这些姬片一开始就色调低沉，阴冷潮湿，仿佛一开始就昭示着故事的悲剧基调…然而从女性主义视角看，旧时代女性爱情故事本来注定就只能个悲剧.累了，太冷了，想看暖洋洋的爱情故事

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《打开心世界》。

8分。

莫娜·法斯特欧德导演，凯瑟琳·沃特斯顿、凡妮莎·柯比主演作品。

这两位女神确实令卡西·阿弗莱克这样的大神都黯淡无光。

故事背景设置在19世纪美国的东北部，那是个冰冷的世界，所有人都在寻找温暖。

凯瑟琳饰演的艾比盖尔和丈夫经营着小农场，因为女儿的病逝，两人情感日渐疏远生活逐渐麻木；直到有一天凡妮莎饰演的塔利夫妇也来到了农场附近，他们的困扰在于塔利无法怀孕。

两个在家庭中形同虚设的女人终于不出意外的走在了一起。

她们的友谊，她们的彼此照应，她们的相互疼痛，她们的纷纷情欲，终于在试探之后，打开了心世界。

我不能说这是一部了不得的佳作，但各方面都已经可以了，值得推荐。

毕竟凡妮莎的身体不是那么容易看到的。

自用，全剧台词搬运。

来源：https://subslikescript.com/movie/The_World_to_Come-9738716 Tuesday,January 1st, 1856.Fair and very cold.This morning,ice in our bedroomfor the first time all winter.The water frozeon the potatoesas soon as they were washed.With little pride,and less hope,we begin the new year.On the porchafter sunup,I could hear the low chirpingof sparrowsin the hedgerows that arenow buried in the snow.Dyer has maintainedthat with good health,and a level head,there is alwaysan excellent chancefor a farmer willing to work.He feels he can never fullyrid himself of his burdens.And I'm certain that becausehis mind is in such a bad state,it affects his whole system.He told methis morningthat contentment was likea friend he never gets to see.You're late with the milking.She wasn't suffering.And you?Since our acquisitionof this farm,my husband had kept a ledgerto help him see the year whole.This way he knows what each cropand field paysfrom year to year.And Dyer has asked meto keep a diary of mattersthat might otherwisego overlooked...From tools lent outto bills outstanding.That I have done.But there would be no recordin these dull and simple pagesof the most passionatecircumstancesof our seasons past.No record of our emotionsor fears.Our greatest joys.Our most piercing sorrows.With our child,it was as if I'd foundmy bearings.But I too rarely told herthat she was our treasure.Would you like to try?Like this, papa?That's it.She often seemedseparate from us,as if she was working atjust fitting in where she could.They saw his brothersand sistersand they werethe mouse's family...There is somethingso affectingabout mute and motionless griefand illnessin a child so young.She put her arms around meand said nothing else.But it felt likewe were speaking.I have becomemy grief.I have become my grief."Welcome sweetday of rest",says the hymn.And Sunday is most welcomefor its few hours of quiet ease.As for me.I no longer attend.After the calamityof Nellie's loss,what calm I enjoydoes not derive from the notionof a better world to come.I want to purchase an atlas.- It could be a bother.- No, no. No bother.Who is that?His name is Finney.- His wife Tallie.- Hyah!I met themat the feed store.They seem to keep to themselves.They're renting the Zebrun farm.Monday, February 4th.Why is ink like fire?Because it is a good servant,and a hard master.Did you say something?I want to purchase an atlas.I suppose there are morefrivolous purchasesone could make.I've saved 90 cents of my own.I can't imagine a better wayto spend it.Could buy your husband a gift.What better giftcould I give himthan a wifewho is no longer a dullard?My self-educationseems the only wayto keep my unhappinessfrom overwhelming me.Good afternoon.I've been using a broomon my porch.The snow is so dry.I'm Tallie.Abigail.I hope I'm not intruding.No.I just, I needed to get awayfor the day.The farm is a slaughterhouseright now.My husband is killing his hogs.Would you like to come in?Yes, I'd love that.Or we could just stayout on the porch, shivering.I know it's the dullestof all thingsto have an ignorant neighborcome byand spoil a Sunday afternoon.Oh, no,you're the most welcome here.But I know the feeling.Sometimes, I imagine duringthe Widow Weldon's visitsthat I've been plunged up tomy eyes in a vat of the prosaic.Oh, Widow Weldon!She got going on the countylevy once...She sawI had noticed her hair,and admitted she had been vainabout it as a girl.She said that back then,she'd worn it longerand plaited in a bunat the back of her head.In the winter sunthrough the window,her skin had an underflushof rose and violetwhich so disconcerted methat I had to look away.As always,when it came to speakingand attempting to engageanother's affections,circumstances doomed meto striving and anxiety.From my earliest youth,I was like a pot-bound root,all curled in upon itself.I hope I'm not keeping youfrom something.No.I'm glad you've come.Finney saw your husbandat the cooperage.He mentioned his new methodfor farrowing his piglets.With some asperity?My husband mentions everythingwith some asperity.I told him that once,and...he observed in response thatit seemed to be quite a favorto get a kind word from me.And I told him that if hewas married to himself,he'd soon find outwhat a favor it was.My mother always saidthat having childrenwould resolve that dilemma.My mother made the same claim.And yet...Here we are...Both childless.My daughter, Nellie,would have been five today.Oh.How did she pass?Diphtheria.Last September.I'm so sorry.- Hello.- Oh.Good afternoon.I'm Dyer.Tallie.Oh, it's late, isn't it?I should be getting on.Don't go on my account.Oh, no.That's a nice wrap you have.Thank you.I never receive complimentsfor my clothes.I'm so glad you've come.Meeting you has made my day.It has?Well...How pleasant and uncommonit is to make someone's day.Thursday, February 14th.Dyer's third nightwith the fever.Drink this.I plan on getting sickmore often.My wife smiles at me.Promise me you're not gonna die.That would be the oppositeof my intention.I've restoredhim somewhatwith an enema of molasses,warm water and lard.Also a drop of turpentinenext to his nose.I spent the day reconsideringmy conversation with Tallie.We compared childhood beds...Mine in which the strawwas always breaking upand thinning out.And hers, which was as hard,she claimed,as the Pharaoh's heart.I should betaking care of you.I agree.Her manner is sweetand calm and gracious.And yet her spiritsseem to quickenat the prospect offurther conversation with me.I find that everythingI wish to tell herloses its eloquencein her presence.So how did you cometo meet Dyer?He was the oldest sonof a neighbor.He helped outon my father's farm.And was he instantly smittenby you?He was, wasn't he?He was instantly smitten by you.He admired what he viewedas my practical good sense.You don't countenance wordslike "smitten", do you?I suspect I useall the same words you do.I suspect you don't.In speech,yes, because you're shy.But I bet you're moreaccomplished in your writing.Thank you.Your good sense, that's allyour husband was smitten with?And my efficient habits.That's all?My handy ways.Dyer likes mechanical things.I have no doubt he would'vebeen happierhad he been allowed to pursuethe natural scientific bentof his mind.Circumstances forced himinto farming.And despite all of that,his heart compelled him to you?Well...You would have to ask himabout that.And what would you sayif I asked you?I suppose that as a suitor,he was...not generous, but he was just.And that he was affectionate,if not constant.I wasn't sureof his suitability.But my family felt that moreimprovingmight be in the offing.After all, it is a long lanethat has no turning.You both have muchto be thankful for.We do.It's still too soon.Sorry.Tuesday, February 19th.My reluctance seemsto have become his shame.His nighttime pleasures,which were never numerous,have curtailed even more.And I have so far refusedto engage his persistenceon the subject of another child.Evening.This is myhusband Finney.And you already know Dyer.Our paths have crossed.And this is the Abigailthat I've been mentioning.My wife talks about you asif you're all about the house,and everythingreminds her of you.Oh, well, it's all I can dobut sit cross-legged and morosewhenever she's away.- Come in.- Thank you.The rain so heavythat it broke down our mill.Did you miss me?Yes.You look different.No...Finney seems agreeable.Yes, he is,when he chooses to be.I guess I'msupposed to offer a toast.But when it comesto the social graces,I'm about as smooth as comingdown a rocky hill in the dark.What my husband meansis he's so happyto finally get together,and to see Dyer again.Cheers.Part of what I valueabout my wifeis how she taught me toassociate with my fellow beings.Finney, that's a handsomeneck tie you've chosen.Thank you.But with my neck,my head sticks out like achicken in a poultry wagon.Your tart waswonderfully savory.Oh, did you like it?I'm so glad.I was worried I wouldn'thave enough eggs- because we had an accident.- Oh.My hired hand pulled down abox of eggs and broke two dozen.I announced that he wasunlucky to eggsand no longer allowedto approach them."Unlucky to eggs."I like that.I told him that his shirthad so many holes,he can make a necklace of it.Well, we often wishwe could afford a hired hand.We've suffered a great deal fromthe carelessness of hired hands.Mr. Holt's hired hand is saidto have swum his horseover the canal despite the cold.Really?Yes.Winter's been so hard,sometimes Mrs. Weldon's sonhas had to deliver the mailon skis.Now our letters can get lostat breakneck speed.Did you write letters to Talliewhen you were courting?I did.And did Tallie keep them?Only Tallie knows for sure.Monday, February 25th.Finney and Tallie's bondconfounds me.At times, when their eyes meet,they seem yoked in oppositionto one another,while at other times,there seems a shared regard.There is something going onbetween usthat I cannot unravel.Hold this here.Okay.Thank you.Hello, Dyer.Well, hello.You're off?Yes, to town.Have a good day.She'll be pleased to see you.Happy birthday!Brought you some things.Hand-knitted?I hoped you'd like them.I do.An Atlas!The United States of America.Oh and a little pot ofapple sauce with an egg on top.My feet are freezing.Oh, let me warm them.How's Finney?He's Finney.Ah, it tickles.My husband recordstrespassers in his journals.And this morning,when I asked himwhat he intends to doabout them,his response was so unpleasantthat I...resolved to visit you...so that there would be somethingin my dayother than his meanness.Dyer thinks he hasmany estimable qualities.He does.And he also uses a ledger tokeep accounting of whom I visitand how long I stay.Why?I have no idea.As he's gotten more like this,I've given up tryingto figure outall the peculiarities of his...odd little world.I suppose he's especiallyunhappy with me since...I'm yet to give him a child.What does it feel like?Like nothing at first.But then when she beganto stir...it's like butterfliesflapping their wings.Later, like a rabbit...when she kicked her legsat night.It frightens me.The thought of havingnone of that.And of giving birth.Most of us feel that way.But...when the time comes,I will be there...to guide you through it.Dyer must want another child.I understand.Birthday gifts.A box of raisins.That needle caseyou've been needing.And a tin of sardines.You spoil me.Oh, you got giftsfrom your new friend.She left hours ago.I just saw her leave.The great storm beganwith a faint groaningin the northeast.It was like a noiseof a locomotive.Help!Come closer, girl.It's warmer over here.I'm sorry, I'll be going.You should wait it out.Come on, mare.Dyer!Dyer!Dyer!How long would it bebefore I receive word of Tallie?How long could I wait?How long will the feedin the barn last?Each cow eats 26 poundsof forage every day.You should know that.They start to skinny downafter three days.Heard the newspaper predictsthe storm'll let up by then.But that's probably based onan expert's consultationof a goose bone."In a real crisis of nature,we're all at another's mercy."Yes.My mother liked to say,"We tumble from onemortification to another."When I was seven, an earthquakeknocked down our house and barn.Did I tell you?Never.- An earthquake?- Yes.I remember something woke mebefore dawn.I don't know what.My father was calling out.But I couldn't tear myselfaway from the window.I saw birds flutteringin the air, afraid to set down.The river was roiling,and I couldn't move.And then...Finally, I jumped downto our collapsed stairwell,as all my brothershad done before me.And we all huddled togetherin the dark on the porch.Later, my mother saidthat the dread never fullywent away after that.She said, "What was safe ifthe solid earth could do that?"Mother.Tallie! You're frozen!Tallie! Stay awake!Stay awake!Open your eyes! Open your eyes!Keep your eyes open!Keep your eyes open!Look at me.I would die without you.Then you're safe.Because I am here.Monday, March 17th.Half the chickens are lost.I dug ice and snowfrom their dead open mouthsin an attempt to revive them.Hobnails...For better traction.The Widow Weldon'sson, on his rounds,reported that Talliehad gotten home safely,with, he thought,only a bit of frostbite.We haven't seen your frienddown the lane for a while.Finney took her to Oneonta.So everything is tediousand lonesome?Thursday, April 10th.Biscuits and dried mackerelfor breakfast.Dyer has augmentedthe padding in the cattle penswith his hoardingsof maple leaves and old straw.It always seemsthat Tallie will never appear.But I remind myself that timeand the needle wearthrough the longest morning.And I have notedthat when she does arrive,my heart is like a leafborne over a rockby rapidly moving water.Hello. Oh!Oh! Careful.Stay. Sit, sit.Saturday, April 12th.- I spent the last two days...- Very damp, cloudy and cool.Smoky.Perhaps the forestis somewhere on fire.Your nose is being gracious.Monday, April 14th.A terribly bad spring so far,but the cloverhas come up through it,and is all right.And how's Finney?The soul of patience.He's mentioning again the ideaof migrating west.You're planning on moving west?Perhaps.I had an uncle who moved to Ohioand came to a desperate end.Which is what onemight expect from Ohio.- Tomorrow?- Hm.Thursday, April 17th.Rain in torrentsnearly all night.The lane is floodedand the ditches brim full.This morning,only a slight shower.Tallie came laterthan her usual time today.She offered no explanation.I'm sorry that your childhoodwas anything less than joyous.Joyous it was not.But I made my own happinesses.My husband says, "Godputs heavy stones in your path,it's up to usto step over them."Stones are whatthe fortunate receive.My mother's mother was bornin 1780right here in Schoharie County.I often wonder at the courageand the resourcefulnessof those women.Imagine faring forthinto a wilderness,hoping to build the foundationsof a home.Maybe they had a certain highhopefulness that we don't have.When can you come?Tuesday.- Hello, Tallie!- Good day.Was your afternoon gladsome?Yes, it was, very.- Goodbye.- Goodbye.I felt,looking at her expression,as if she werein full sail on a flood tide,while I bobbedalong down backwards.And yet,I never say on her countenancethe indifferenceof fortunatetowards the less fortunate.Good day.Good day.Are you sick, too?Not at all.I was hoping to compare colds.I'll make you tea and honey?What?Every morning I wake upand I think that I neverwant to be far from you.And under your influence,since you're so good with words,I've composed a poem.It's entitled..."Oh, Sick and Miserable Heart,Be Still."When I was a little girl,I thought I could cultivatemy intellectand do something for the world.But my life has surprised meby being far more ordinary.You're talking about that momentthat I have dreamed about,when we're carried in triumphfor having done somethingwonderful or received at homewith tears and shouts of joy.Do you know what I wonder?Is it possible...that such a moment hasn'tyet come for either of us?I think it has.Or that it could.You do.So what do you think?What do you think about us?I don't know howto put it into words.Well, try.- I have tried.- Well, try again.What do you imagine?I imagine that I lovehow our encircling feelingsleave nothing out...for us to want or seek.I've presumed too much.It's been my experiencethat it's not always thosewho show the leastwho actually feel the least.Just my dog's toenailson the wood.Why didn't you dowhat you attempted to do?I worry you'll catch my cold.You smell like a biscuit.I have to go home.Astonishment and joy.Astonishment and joy.Astonishment and joy.You haven't accomplishedany of your responsibilities.- Do you need assistance?- No, I don't think so.So it's a cold platefor supper tonight?I'll milk the cows.Friday, May 30th.The sunshine streamingthrough the branchesmakes a tremendous farragoof light and shade.We hold our friendshipbetween us and study it,as if it were the incompletemap of our escape.When the day is done,my mind turns to her,and I think,with a special heat,"Why are we to be separated?"Your smile stopped.Is it meant for someone else?Sorry, my mind was elsewhere.We need calico and buttonsand shoe thread.Am I troubling you,sitting here with you like this?Not at all.I may be late coming to it,but I've learnedconsideration of others.I've learned the needfor human sympathyand the unfulfilled want of it.I feel I've provided youwith sympathy.I suppose that's so.The smile returns.Good day.Oh.I believe that intimacyincreases goodwill.And if that's the case,then every minutewe spend togetherwill make usmore cheerful workers.Won't our farms benefitfrom that?Won't our husbands?All our burdenswill be lightened.When she left,I was like a skiff at seawith neither hand nor helmto guide it.They're cleaning out the drainunder the street along the fork.And several peopleare down with fever.Holt came by to hang the bacon.He still hasn't recovered frombeing beaten by two strangers.He had to be hauled to his homein his cart.He said the men who did itwere gonna kill him,and then realized they weremistaken as to who he was.Lately, it seems likeall you talk aboutare highwaymenand house breakers.On the contrary,I often deferto your sensitivities.And I haven't eventold you aboutall the reportsin the county of menwho've poisonedand killed their wivesbecause I haven't found ita fitting subject for supper."Killed their wives,"he used those words?Mm-hm. those words.Have you had any disagreements?Yes, about my wifely duties.I told him that I was opposedto it, that I was not willing.And he accepted that?Well, he hasn'ttouched me since, so...But I made myselffeel better...by composing a poem.Can I readyou the opening stanza?You can read me the entire poem.No, I'll start withthe opening stanza."I love flowering gardens.I love creeping plants.I love walking in the air,but I fear swarming ants."I don't think I cansupport the rhyme.You see why I didn'tread the whole thing?I'm sorry.I've always been contraryand maladroit.Earlier, I... I felt that...whenever I would draw closeto you, you would retreat,and that, if I kept still,you would returnbut you'd stay at a distance,like those sparrowsthat stay in the farmyardand won't come into the house.- That's not how I feel.- How do you feel, then?When I was in school,the teacher had meread "Cordelia"to an older boy's "King Lear."Near the end of the play,the king and his daughterare imprisoned,but he views itin a positive way."Come, let's away to prison,"he says."We two alone shall singlike birds in a cage."Imprisoned...In a positive way?Well, maybe that one has to readthe entire play.It may be only in playswhere peopleare imprisonedin a positive way.You don't think there's a cagethat could work to our benefit?I just...I only know that...I've never liked cages.I hope you had a good afternoonin Shangri-La or Timbuktu,wherever it is you've been.I had a busy afternoon, yes.I would think.Five hours you've been gone.I went to the drapers.I couldn't find anythingI liked.Then I stopped by the tinkerfor a sack of coffee,but he's now asking 60 cents,and I only had 50.Then I thought I would buy youa treat of some kind,but Mr. Arnolds reminded methat I still owedfor my last transactions so...I was forcedto close up my purse.Tell me everythingabout your day.Don't hold anything back.You're not interested inhow your wife spends her time.I don't feel I have a wife.I feel I have a selfish whorewho...who'd rather wander offto another man's housethan contribute any labor.Well, Dyer was offin the fields,and her houseis on the way back home, so...So it's just Abigail and youtittering and gossipingaway the hours?Enjoying each other's company.I have certain expectations,and you have certain duties.We've talked all night and dayabout your expectations.I will not stay with a womanif it continually requirescontention.Well, then you shouldn't staywith me, should you?Don't ask for morethan you can handle.Sunday, June 8th.All afternoon, a hawk has beenusing a single cloud above usas its own parasol.To ward off others of its kind.Our whole house nowseems both angry and repentant.God help us.When three days went bywithout a word from her,I stole over to her houseto look on herfrom what I imagined to bea vantage pointof perfect safety.By turning the lens piece,I could draw her face nearer,and hold it thereuntil she turned away.Her image provokeda sensation in melike the violencethat sends a floating branchfar out overa waterfall's precipicebefore it plummets."For the wife does not havethe authority over her own body,but the husband does.Do not deprive one another,so that Satan may not tempt youbecause of your lackof self-control."Ephesians 5:33. "Submit to yourown husbands, as to the Lord..."Monday, June 9th.Merciful father...Turn the channel of events.Wednesday, June 11th.Dyer has been silent all day,and I was happy to be leftin my solitude.Hello!Tallie...We haven't seen you for days.Have you been ill?- Nothing serious, I hope.- Ho!She's been under the weather.- Good afternoon.- Good afternoon.We want to invite you to dinneragain this Saturday next.But it's our turn.We should be feasting you.In the meantime,please be our guests.We'd love to.Six?- Six it is.- Hup!My mother once told mein a furywhen I was a little girlthat my fatherasked nothing of herexcept thatshe work in the garden,harvest the produce,preserve the fruit,tend the poultry,milk the cows,manage the household duties,and help out in the fieldswhen needed.She said she appearedin his ledgeronly when she purchased a dress.Am I anywhere in there?I'm recording spring expenses.And how havethings changed?Daughters are married offso youngthat everywhere you looka slender and unwilling girlis being forced to stema sea of tribulationsbefore she is even full-grownin height.That's its purpose!Come on. Come on.Morning.Morning, Jim.Morning, ma'am.I've got a new book for you.Do you know,I'd actually like to seethat blue dress you have there.All right, lady.Over here!It's two and a half.I'll take it.My change?Thank you.The Mannings' oldestdaughter tipped over an oil lampand it set the house ablaze.- Fire!- Ho! Ho!- Fire!- Before she was drivenfrom the house by the flames,she heard calls from her sister,who was trappedin the upper loft.Get her out of there.Cassie!Get her out!Get her out!Your wife is to be commendedon her hospitality and cooking.I can recall the day...No, thank you....when every family was fed,clothed, shot, sheltered,and warmed from the productsa good wifegathered withinher own fence line.I heard down by the loggersthat Mrs. Mannings' oldestgot fiercely burnedin the house fire.- Cassie.- And died.Yes, she did.Well, as my father used to say,"The supreme disposerof all eventsdoes sometimes disappointour earthly hopes."What a marvelous hanging lamp.Finney purchased it sothat everyone could readwith equal ease around the room.I wasn't brought up to readover much,but I do believe a fathershould give his childrenevery chance to improve.Children being a sore pointin this household.And yours, I'd expect.You'll have to forgivemy husband.Even so,whatever misfortunesarrive at my doorstep,I seek to improve my lotwith my own industry.I...I study my options closely,and just attend to everythingwith more vehemence.Well, then you should becommended for that.I'll give you an example.When I first began farming,I was so vexedat my own inabilityto stop my dogs barkingthat one January,during a storm,I held the dog aroundthe corner of the barn in a galeuntil it froze to death.I nearly froze to death myself,at least froze my hands,even with my heavy work gloves.That is reprehensible.Did I see outsidethat you use an old shovel plow?Well, since you're interestedin my machinery,I have a hinged harrowthat's been giving me trouble.The spikes catch the rocksand roots, and they break off.Well, our harrowhas upright discs.Work better?Yeah, it seems to.Bring the desserts.I think we're stuffed.My husband insistson his pastriesand preserved fruits and creams.Well, good.What is happening?Are you in danger?What happened to your neck?No, I just took a fallover a fence.I hadn't heard.There are many things aboutwhich you haven't heard.Back at the table,Tallie kept strict custodyof her eyes.Her husband's moodseemed to have darkened.He served the pastriesand creams himself,leaving only her plate empty.Saturday, June 21st.My heart a maelstrom.My head a bedlam.A whole weekand no visit from Tallie.No word.My anxieties often force meto stop my workand pace the houselike an inmate.I have to see her.Ho, ho!Tallie! Tallie!What has happened?They're gone.And no goodbye?We need to call the sheriff.And report what exactly?That our neighbors moved?It's the Zebrun farm.They were renting.I'll go then.For what reason?There's blood!And you never had an accident?So we'll just do nothing?I'll make the roundsof the neighbors.And if we are not satisfied,we can take your fearsto the sheriff.Thank you.Monday, June 23rd.Dyer said Mrs. Nottowayrecalled spotting their caravanon the country road in thelate evening, heading northwest.Mrs. Nottoway?She believed she spiedTallie's figurealongside her husband'sbut was unsure.A hired hand, she thought,was driving the second wagon.Sunday, June 29thI spotted the sheriffon his way to church.I conveyed my accusations,to no response.Dyer said that no one wouldinvestigate a crimewithout evidence that a crimehad been committed.Calm myself?I refused to calm myself,so he tied me to a chairand administered laudanum.Monday, June 30th.Bleary and short of breathfrom the laudanum...I wake weeping,retire weeping,stand before my duties weeping.Sunday, July 6th.I am a library without books,a sea of fear,agitation and want.Dyer speaks of how much wehave for which to be grateful.I sit violently consciousof the ticking clockwhile he weepsat what he imaginesto be his own poor,forgotten self.Wednesday, July 9th.Despite some hourswithout the laudanum,I was so befoggedand wild with griefthat Dyer left mefor the afternoon,unsettled and wary of my state.Tuesday, July 22nd.- Weldon?- Good day.The renters at Zebrun's farmare gone.Did they leavea forwarding address?No. You've got a letter.Hyah.Is it from her?It is.- Oh.- Origin?Onondaga County. Do you know it?It's north of Syracuse.Are you gonna read it?To myself.Abigail, Abigail, Abigail.I'm sorry that all I haveto send you is this letter,and I'm sorry for allthat a letter cannot be.Even the best letteris just a little bit of someone.I'm sorry I never gotto say goodbye,and I'm sorry that we seemto have tradedone sort of misery for another.It turns out that houses deepin the backwoodsalways seem to be awful andunnatural in their loneliness.If there were onlya ruined abbeyaround here with bats in it,the view would be perfect.Our roof is ramshackle and shedswater nicely in dry weatherbut we have to spread milk pansaround the floor when it rains.Still, outside the kitchen,there are already anemonesand heart's-ease,and even prettier flowerswhich my stupiditykeeps me from naming for you.I believe I've enjoyed myselfless these last few weeksthan any other femalewho ever lived.During what little timeI have to myself,Finney reads aloudinstructions for wivesfrom the Old Testament.But when it comes to the Bible,I have to say thatthere are a lot of passageshe may know word for word,but which haven't touchedhis heart.I can't account for his stateof mind except to saythat my company must beintensely disagreeable to him.And if that's the case,I'm sorry for it.Ho...Good afternoon!Afternoon.Whoa.Hey.I've got something for you.There you go.Thank you.Good day.Hyah. Come on.- Is it for me?- From Schoharie County.- Your Abigail.- Give that to me.Give it. Finney, give...Finney!"What's to becomeof the thousands of our sexscattered out in the wildernessand obligedto tax our strengths?I feel as if,at that selfsame hourwhen our prospectswere brightest,that in the dim distancea black shadow approached.And yet still,imagine the happiest of unionsfor us of the sortin which two families previouslyat daggers drawnare miraculously broughttogether on love's account.It is your faceI bear through the night.It is to you I devotea dreaming spacebefore I turn myself to sleep,but there is no sleep.It's as if within me everythingclamors for air,and I thinkif it's like this now,what will it be like later?I send you what loveand support I can.I send you all my heart's hopes.Abigail."Please knowthat force alonecouldn't have gotten me hereto a place like this.I was told I had to actin support of interest,happiness and the reputationof someone I once loved.As far as I can figure,we're now still only about85 miles apart.But of course,people like usdon't go on long visits.Dyer refused firstto permit my departure,and then to accompany me,and only caught up to the cartat the end of our propertyand climbed aboard.We were the very pictureof anguish,rattling along side by side.The night was fair and warm withthe appearance of a coming rain.A shower.It's so hardto write abouthow much I want to thank you,but I have to start somewhere.Abigail...I want to tell you that beingwith you, even alone,has been like being a partof the biggestand most spacious communityI could ever imagine.I feel closer to youthan I would a sister sinceeverything amazing that I feel,I chose to feel.And do you know what memoryit is that I most cherish?It's of you turning to mewith that smile you gave meonce you realizedthat you were loved.I have no way of knowingwhat is to come,but I do knowthat all of the trustand care and courage we shared,that will all shine on usand protect us.You are my city of joy.You are my city of joy.Whoa.Might I askyour business?We've come to see Tallie.Where is she?I heard you on the road.You made such a racket.I took you for the tin knocker.We've ridden for three days.We are not leavingwithout seeing her.I'm not concerned with what youwill or will not leave without.Keep a civil tongue,friend.Where is she?I treated her with tea of sootand pine-tree rootto good effect,but sickness always testsour willingnessto bow beforethe greatest authority.My guess isthat it was diphtheria.No!There is somealienation from marital...What time is it?I don't care.- I have to go.- You're gonna make a mark.Come on.Come on.Come on.Sunday, August 31st.Weather very hot and sunny.I cleaned out the shedwhich was full of rustyand dusty rubbish,washed the windows,and preserved applesfor the winter.Fourteen dollars from the saleof our milk and butter.I have cut my handwith a paring knife.I console myselfwith the convictionthat someday in the futurewhen Dyeris forced to travel to Syracusefor feed or supplies,I will join him,and take his rifleand go to Skaneatelesand kill Finney where he sits.Dyer has been at workon the barn.Each day,we enact our separation.Sometimes after it gets dark,we walk over the hillsacross our upper fieldsfor the wide, wide view.And Dyer tries to imagine usas we were,while I try to imagine Tallieand that cordialand accepting homethat existed solelyin our dreams.I imagine Tallie and Nelliesomewhere together,and Nellie running her brushthrough Tallie's hair.I imagine banishing foreverthose sentiments of my ownthat she chastened and refined.I imagine resolving to dowhat I can for Dyer.And I imagine continuingto write in this ledger,here,as though this was my life.As though my lifewas not elsewhere.I've always fearedthat I would bring misfortuneto those I loved.Are you really saying nothingto that?I don't know where to start.I can't imagine what morewe could do for one another...with our constraints.You can't?I can't.You can't?Well, then...It's a good thing we rememberthat our imaginationscan always be cultivated.

前言：旁白式的电影很容易让人错过剧情的发展脉络，写不了优美的评论，鄙人只能干点粗活，整理了一遍本片的时间线，电影节奏清晰可见，是一篇引人入胜的散文诗。

（截图使用的是弯弯字幕组的版本）1856年1月1日电影开始的时间，地点：纽约当年世界其他的地方处于什么状态？

英法在美俄支持下准备发动第二次YPZZQC正值咸丰帝在位英国著名拉拉安妮李斯特已经走了16年夏洛蒂勃朗特去年逝世美国人均GDP17美元，买一本地图册需要花费2美元此时距离爆发南北战争还有5年距离爱迪生发明电灯还有23年距离女性获得选举权还有64年2月3日周日阿盖看到塔利和她的丈夫架着马车离开，初见，像丈夫打听马车上那位红发人妇是谁？

阿盖说她想要买一本地图册。

2月4日阿盖再次表达想要买地图册，遭到拒绝。

2月X日塔利第一次上门拜访阿盖，一聊半宿。

（原著中是1月15日）2月14日晚上照顾生病的戴亚时，阿盖回忆起她们下午聊天的内容。

2月X日（14日-19日之间）似乎塔里找阿盖一起做家务已经成为日常，塔利喜欢在话题中进攻阿盖的感情生活，非要她讲出内心对婚姻的感受。

单手插袋？？？？？

2月19日阿盖拒绝房事，因为还没有准备好再要一个孩子2月X日阿盖和丈夫去塔里家拜访四人晚餐，两位男士试图主导话题，但塔盖沉浸在属于她们自己的快乐中。

2月25日

阿盖挤奶的时候一直在回想那天晚餐时塔利夫妇的表情，又发现自己因此心神不宁而烦上加烦。

下午，戴亚出去干活，塔利如约而至，给她带来了一直想要花费昂贵的地图册（拾取极其重要的道具！

）得到的回报是阿盖亲自捏脚。

塔利讲述自己的婚姻生活，表达出其中的不幸福，询问对方是否要第二个孩子来打探阿盖的性生活。

每一次对话都是明修栈道暗度陈仓。

暴风雪来临，如厉鬼催命，塔利和马在路上。

3月17日塔利冻伤，数日未见阿盖，甚是想念，而阿盖被老公批评，你又对一切失去了兴趣。

4月10日，春意盎然

正在做针线活的阿盖，一抬头便从窗户里看到远处塔利和她的狗。

距离上一次见面，已经一月有余。

4月12日 阴天

好像又恢复了见面的频率，塔利说你的鼻子好可爱4月14日 有史以来最糟糕的春天塔利说芬尼在考虑搬去西部的事，阿盖着急的上前一步问要搬去西部？

塔利说也许吧，明天见4月17日（数日）这一天的BGM特别好听看夕阳晒衣服仿佛一对和谐美满的老夫老妻

4月22日散步，聊童年，说好下周二见阿盖目送塔利离开，像大海中反方向的船

4月25日

突如其来的告白，互相试探到热吻，蕴藏多日的情绪一触即发，但时间到了塔利慌张的走出房门，差点走错方向，而阿盖张开双臂，仰躺在画面中央的姿势，是导演给我们观众继续激情的想象，也是阿盖自己的想象，荷尔蒙溢出，空气里满是湿漉漉的温度。

当她的双手用力挤奶的时候，在想什么？

（再一次出现挤奶的细节）而塔利回到家中，看着镜子里自己的身体在想什么？

4月26日 4月28日 4月29日 4月30日 5月1日 5月2日 5月14日 5月16日 5月19日以上闪回，9天亲密的睡觉5月30日 私奔路线丈夫注意到了阿盖开门时脸上一闪而过的失望，只有塔利和笑容一起出现。

两人热吻，阿盖先腿软。

6月3日闪回-亲密的睡觉6月4日树林里，倒挂靠在树上，奇怪的姿势，爱让人迷失。

关于牢笼和自由的分歧用一个吻结束，回去亲密的睡觉（闪回）

6月5日闪回-亲密的睡觉6月8日 故事到这里急转直下，危险正在酝酿。

阿盖的丈夫射杀了一只黑鸟，在阿盖面前给它开膛破肚说用来警告它的同类，这很难说不是一种警告。

3天没有塔利的消息，阿盖竟然去他们家屋外用望远镜偷窥。

6月9日瓢泼大雨，阿盖仍旧深陷道德与感情的旋涡中6月11日塔利和丈夫架着马车经过，阿盖追上去问几天没见，是否安好，塔利没有说话，丈夫替她回答生病了，但脸上的伤戳破了谎言的泡沫。

6月14日四人晚餐，这一次两位男士完全掌控了餐桌上的话题，两位女士战战兢兢几乎没有交流，只有一句：还有你很多不知道的事。

6月21日

又是一次长时间的见不上面，阿盖心神不宁，坐立难安之下终于决定主动去找她，却发现人去楼空，剩下一块血手帕。

6月23日阿盖得到消息，有人看到塔利和丈夫搬迁去了西部的方向6月29日阿盖向当地警长报案，无人理会6月30日 盖，崩溃

7月6日盖，持续崩溃

7月9日盖，戒迷幻药

7月22日时隔一个月，收到塔利的来信，信的开头是这样的，你好 阿盖，血色将至。

8月X日（推算的）再收到塔利诀别一样的信件后，阿盖执意要赶去北部见塔利。

尾声对结尾的处理，是导演一步一个伏笔埋到最后的王炸。

当所有人以为塔利就这么死了，她们连活着的最后一面都没见到而抱憾终身时，突然闪回的床戏让此时下坠的氛围得到升华。

“缠绵像海里每一个无垠的浪花”“ 像水面泡沫的短暂光亮”“是我的一生”8月31日 最后一篇日记塔利死后，阿盖身体里的某一部分也随着去了，树林里塔利再一次回眸，是对观众的凌迟，也是她对爱人的恋恋不舍，此时影片把情绪推到最高处又戛然而止。

THE END

无意中听到的这首歌，（个人揣测）歌词像极了Tallie表白前的内心写照。

"Short And Sweet" - by Brittany Howard There are miles between usTime between usThere is something between usI may be a fool to dream of youBut, God, it feels so good to dream at allSomething short and sweetThere's always a light over my head for youI am waiting, I am waitingTime will always try to kill meThere are mountains between usThere is time between usOh, ain't there something between us?Something short and sweetI don't care if I shouldDo you wanna hurt me?'Cause I've been hurtin' all aloneIt didn't kill me, noBut it wasn't no funCome and get you someJust the beginningI only want the beginningWe'll give each other all of our bestAnd then, time can do what it wants with itThere are mountains between usThere is time between usOh, ain't there something between us?Something short and sweetSo, why can't I wait?Why can't I wait?Why can't I think?Why can't I wake without you always appearing?Oh,, I better not wait too long'Cause time is gonna kill itTime is gonna kill itTime is gonna kill itTime is gonna kill it