三年前，春暖年迈的母亲打来电话，春暖让“我”给她拍张照片当遗像。父亲沉迷彩票，家产散尽。最离奇的哥哥，他从小就认为自己可以通灵，是神明的媒介。面对死亡的时候，“我”是否准备好失去父母？带着隔阂与心结，导演回了一次家。而随着拍摄与生活，他发现自己与家庭的关系竟发生了变化。导演以自身家庭为素材，缓缓讲述这个让他二十多年间不愿踏入的家族故事。本片入围瑞士真实影展，获台北电影节最佳纪录片、最佳剪辑、观众票选最佳影片，评审团全票通过获得百万首奖。“拍出家人、土地和神明间的渴望与拉扯，不煽情却无比动人。”
宁零
回复 :This would definitely not have been my kind of movie, but my husband saw it on TV and said it was really good. So, on his recommendation, I bought a copy, since I didn't know if it would ever be on TV again. I had never heard of anybody in it except Armand Assante. At first I had a hard time getting into the story, because the first part of the movie is a jumble of images-- and it doesn't make much sense. It is only later in the movie that it all comes together. The scene-cutting- if that's what it's called, is a bit jarring-- it sometimes looks as if a few frames have been cut out of each scene, and the scenes are jerky--but I guess that was done to add to the unusualness (if that's a word). The story veers here and there, and just about the time you have it all figured out, everything turns upside down and you have to readjust your thinking as to who is the bad guy and who is not. Or bad woman. The acting is very good-- I kept thinking how much Norman Reedus looks like Leo Decaprio. The ending was a real twist, totally unexpected, which I liked. A good show.
陈鹭虹
回复 :阿纳斯塔西娅和戴安娜是住在拉脱维亚孤儿院的两姐妹。当他们得知一个美国家庭准备收养他们时，戴安娜迫不及待地想搬到美国，阿纳斯塔西娅则因为要离开家乡而并没有感到很兴奋。于是当她们已然疏远的生母阿拉回到她们的生活中时，阿纳斯塔西娅想尽一切办法与她建立关系，但阿拉却另有打算....
周子寒
回复 :A glance leads to a smile, a smile to a rendezvous: every love story begins the same way. These narratives are stored in songs and poems and live on beyond their inevitable endings, as Shakespeare’s titular sonnet 18 also suggests. In Mohammad Shawky Hassan’s metafictional essay, a female narrator who wishes to tell the story of a love between two men encounters a polyamorous chorus of lovers, and this oft-told tale is multiplied. In Club Scheherazade, there is no protagonist, and every song has various versions. Heteronormative dramaturgy is challenged polyphonically and across a range of media: lovers ask each other about threesomes, Grindr contacts and past dates. Pop clichés are twisted, heartache permeates the men’s singing, and poems by Wadih Saadeh are read out while a lover’s dirty laundry is aired. The narrator mischievously tries for a happy ending as her characters exit the story. “If pain could be forgotten through words,” we hear at one point, “no lover would ever have to walk away wounded.”
