3983金沙平台爱的救赎,整理了一些台词

  98年版的洛丽塔,我看了9遍,后来又看了原著,原著里还有很多细节的描写,但我觉得原著比较晦涩,不如电影更加触动人的心弦.
  喜欢这部电影,因为我能理解韩拔,理解他的爱,理解他的担忧,理解他的害怕,理解他的无奈…..因为我能理解洛,理解她的不爱,理解她的孤独,理解她的厌恶,理解她的不甘心,不甘心青春年华耗费在一个淫弱的中年男人身上.
  韩拔想用温柔和关心留住洛,却不知反而增加了她的厌恶和不屑.其实洛丽塔从来没有爱过韩拔,只是青春懵懂的她,没有父爱的滋养,又整天被母亲咒骂,她渴望了解性,也渴望证明自己的价值,她的戾气,她的张扬,深深吸引了韩拔,就像丛林中的小鹿,无限挑逗地看你一眼,再回头,它已遁入林中,让你明知危险,却不得不跟随而去,这就是韩拔的无奈…..
  
  “在早晨,她就是洛,普普通通的洛,穿一只袜子,身高四尺十寸.穿上宽松裤时,她是洛拉.在学校里她是多丽.正式签名时她是多洛雷斯.可在我的怀里,她永远是洛丽塔.洛丽塔,我的生命之光,我的欲念之火.我的罪恶,我的灵魂.”
   韩拔把年少时的情爱,全部倾注在洛丽塔的身上,但此时的他,只能是一个不为伦理道德所容的”老淫虫”(洛丽塔曾经这么取笑他),不管他的爱是出于内心还是出于肉欲…..

电影真的太美了 第二次看 看完好几天看到截图想到台词剧情还是想哭

   I looked and looked at her, and I knew as clearly as I know that I
will die… that I loved her more than anything I’d ever seen or
imagined on earth. She was only the dead leaf echo of the nymphet from
long ago, but I loved her; this Lolita, pale and polluted, and big with
another man’s child. She would fade and wither, I didn’t care. I would
still go mad with tenderness… at the mere sight of her face.
Lolita…(我望着她 望了又望 全心全意 一生一世 昔日如花妖女
现在只剩枯叶还乡 苍白 臃肿 混俗 腹中的骨肉是别人的 但我爱她
她是我今生最爱的人 我肯定 就像我肯定我最终会死亡一样 她可以褪色 可以萎谢
怎样都可以 但我只要看她一眼 万般柔情 涌上心头)
   
  我想,我要是韩拔,我也会无可救药地爱上阿洛,我要是洛,我也会对韩拔恨之入骨,恨他毁了我原本可以平静的一生…

3983金沙平台 1


   最另我感动的,还是片尾,韩拔杀了查理后,他的心也死了,他把车开到公路旁的草地上,无畏警察的追捕,听见山谷里的欢笑声,他也明白自己是毁了洛丽塔的一生….
    :”我听到一群孩子的欢笑,令我心灰意冷的不是洛丽塔不在我的身边,而是欢笑声中没有她….”

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta.
洛丽塔,我的生命之光,我的欲望之火。我的罪恶,我的灵魂,洛丽塔。

3983金沙平台 2

3983金沙平台 3

    ①She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one
sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores
on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

3983金沙平台 4

   
早晨,她是洛,平凡的洛,婷婷十四尺,只穿一只袜。松大的长裤下,她是洛丽。校园内,她是黛丽。签名栏里,她是杜洛丽。在我怀中,她是永远的洛丽塔。

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one
sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores
on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
清晨,她就是洛,普普通通的洛,穿一只袜子,身高四英尺十公分;穿上宽松的便裤时,她是罗拉。在学校里,她是多莉。正式签名的时候,她是多洛雷斯。但是在我的怀里,她永远是洛丽塔。

    ②I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I
will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or
imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from
long ago – but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with
another man’s child. She could fade and wither – I didn’t care. I would
still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.

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