打开心世界

《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。

两位女主非常好，化学作用气贯长虹，抵御暴风雪。

我不反对画外音，从头到尾画外音直接搬字过纸是偷懒，想想编剧之一是短篇小说的原作者先生，肯定是舍不得改。

导演摄影两位主演都尽力了，原料如此，巧妇难为。

令人扼腕的是，说一千道一万的绝世之恋，还是落到那只“我无能为力”的杯具中，想象代替不了一切，只留下酸涩的反高潮。

其实她只需要一本9毛钱的地图册，一匹马。

一支来福枪。

片中拍出了近年最好的初吻之一，农场荒原暴风雪，摄影剪辑一流......但我总觉欠缺点什么。

单纯再现伤痕沉湎痛苦，难免陷入sentimentalism的坑。

我无所谓HE或BE，但是电影需要一个觉醒时刻/cathartic relief，以对抗这压迫和无力，不然，再美的叙事，也终结于虚空。

友邻分享了网友的一段话，我十分赞同。

在我看来TWTC的败笔就是剧本的走向，也反映了直男的思维定式和局限。

无论文字多么好，美则美矣，灵魂缺氧，或曰，灵魂仍是隐约的警告和训诫。

即便他写出情感之绚丽，感叹女人的不幸，仍是那种苦难抒情的调子，单向的抚今追昔，只是赞叹追抚，囿于既定叙事中。

牺牲不可避免，等一等，牺牲的不可避免？

真的没另外的选择了吗？

在漫长的不被看见的历史里，有没有不认命的人，做出不认命的事，被尘埃湮没在男性主导的主流叙事外？

想想华老师的《房客》和其它女性们？

南市买辔头，北市买长鞭，朝辞戴尔去，暮宿丛林边。

若士必怒，伏尸二人，流血五步，今日是也……

再次说，导演三人组非常棒。

但是我愿意跳出剧本“铺陈美丽与哀伤”的逻辑，在“伤”的情绪之外，想一想别的。

网友“Tallie是具有叛逆性格的，她用很‘放’来形容自己，她告诉Abigail小时常不听父亲的话。

我们不要忘记，编剧和原著是直男。

在创作女同角色时会有成见。

他们可以写她逃，跑路；Tallie可以崩了Finney，在那鸟不拉屎的地方没人会发现。

但编剧写她放弃，听天由命，殒亡。

这是他们的选择。

”开始也有写叛逆的性格，写着写着觉得不对，惯性上来，就把她写成美丽与哀愁了。

这是他们的选择。

Abigail平素沉默寡言，但静水流深，谁能预料当人的至爱一个又一个被剥夺时，能产生的爆发力？

他们写她陷入巨大痛苦，在想象中复仇和自洽，这是他们的选择。

父权的压迫和暴力，偏远边陲的生活艰辛，对女性生存的挤压；困境下有情人终究不成眷属，确实非常动人。

这样的书写带来的感动是审美上的满足。

这种抒情仍然是循守陈规的。

感时花溅泪，恨别鸟惊心，确实是好句，也是诗人的情绪，不是花鸟的，究竟诗人不是花也不是鸟，花鸟只是情绪的寄托。

正如在主要是男性书写的历史中，女性是弱者，被欣赏被惋惜者，默认了一怒为红颜的是男人，没想过红颜一怒为红颜。

说到这我又要说华老师，她的好处是拥有另一种想象力，从缝隙中开花发芽，从边缘写出了颠覆，transgression from the margin。

电影瑕瑜互见。

编剧三星。

Mona Fastvold作为导演发挥的余地不多，虽然加入了一些很好的细节，但对剧本没有大改，把大部分创作空间用在调度和视觉语言上了，四星半。

配乐略过火，三星半。

毫无疑问，Katherine Waterston和Vanessa Kirby五星， 如蜜如电。

PS：我很喜欢这部电影，也有issue。

我的issue不在电影，在原著和编剧，在从女性角度看世界和想象力。

从源头上说，原著作者虚构了一位生活于1850年代新英格兰的边远农场女性的家庭，感情和生活。

她和丈夫的关系，她的爱人与丈夫的关系，在故事中不可移除，她们夫妻关系的negotiations，是情节转折的动力。

作者无法或不愿想象男性的缺席。

在视觉化之后，就会有人谈好男人、坏男人、OK男人，也会重复那个固有误解：女人因为没有遇到好男人或婚姻不幸，才去同性那里抱团取暖。

避开热门对比，就说短篇，也是历史小说，虚构的，日记体的，英国作家萨拉·华特斯的《灵契》，没男人什么事，是BE，是完全的女性角度，想象力很大胆。

大小姐是受了哪个男朋友/丈夫的冷遇转而做姬吗？

不存在。

说到历史想象力，维多利亚三部曲的另两部长篇更是想象力丰富。

成王败寇，历史大部分是强者记录，但它有A面和B面，我们何不多去想象没有人写下来的B面。

说一个久远一点的电影，1985年的Desert Hearts，美国，小地方，乡下，银幕之内不见男主。

电影不讨论好男人坏男人。

电影的对焦点，把观众的注意力集中在两位女主如何看待世界，如何对待感情和未来。

这也许才是被期许的world to come。

有人说这部电影里有两个重要的道具，一个是女人的日记，另一个就是男人的账本。

在女人的日记里，充满了在枯燥生活之余她内心丰富的情感，而在男人的账本则强化了女人的边缘感，因为只有在记录花销时，她才会进入这个账本，才会走进男人的视野，才有了一种所谓的存在感。

但我想说，平凡人的生活其实就是这样，不光是女人，男人也一样，甚至男人的待遇比女人更差。

男人就天生没有敏感的情愫吗？

或许是吧。

但或许在大部分地区和大部分家庭里，情愫都是要靠边站的东西，尤其是在19世纪的美国以及与那个时代的美国处在同一生产力水平的其它地区。

在电影里，被绿的两个男人都不算有权有势的人，充其量只能算两个靠精打细算完成了原始积累的中产阶级。

在这样的环境下，情愫可能是最无用东西。

我觉得这不是一种直男思维，而一种生存的本能。

剧中两个家庭都提到了小孩的问题，一个是早夭，另一个是无子。

这样的情节确实凸现了女人作为一种生育工具的悲剧性，但对男人来说，不也一样么？

你以为他们掌握了什么所谓的男权，就是高高在上的主宰，其实不过是在繁衍的本能驱使下想尽可能地保存自己以及父祖辈的劳动成果代代相传罢了。

男人们终其一生，也只是在给基因打工，以便自己的基因在传承到下一代时，能有一个更舒适的生存环境。

换言之，在克服生存障碍之前，其实无论女人还是男人都是在社会化生产的规定约束中茫然度过自己的一生。

男人或许天生就没有女人那样的敏感和情愫，而这正是男人的可悲之处。

因为即便在自己心爱的账本里，也同样只有在记录花销时自己才有出现的机会，甚至他都没意识到，这是唯一能够证明自己存在过的证据。

女人被男人忽视当然是可悲的，但男人被命运忽视就不可悲么？

更可悲的是，男人甚至都没有申诉的权利，因为女人说你们男人掌握了所谓的男权。

女人被男人轻蔑地凝视，男人则被命运轻蔑地凝视，这就是多数人一生的全部。

制片和导演选角的本事真是高的离谱，双女主的演员真是选到了我心里，成熟，那低沉的女中音啊，魂牵梦绕。

但又没有过分成熟，《菊石》就不太喜欢，年长女性和年轻女性，像是诱拐。

凡妮莎·柯比，实在是太美，玫瑰和紫罗兰色的皮肤，上翘的浓密的睫毛……但是她只有遇到凯瑟琳·沃特斯顿这样深沉、包容、绵长的伴侣，才不会把事情搞砸。

至于结尾，电影总要有个结尾，不是她们死，就是丈夫死，总要死一头，不过看到一半的时候设想过假如两家丈夫都洞悉了，也理解了，反正女同也不会怀孕不会得病，如果她们开心了，会不会产生负疚感回头给我乖乖的生个猴子呢？

凯西·阿弗莱克这个丈夫就很好，他有句台词，七岁的时候遭遇地震，他妈妈说，生活不过是一种遗恨覆盖另一种。

有点像钱钟书的话：旧苦为乐。

凯西·阿弗莱克这个丈夫面对丧女之痛的时候就已经有了觉悟，生活不会这么轻易放过他，不顺心的事情只会一件接着一件，媳妇儿爱上别的女人也不算啥，毕竟人还在，没跑不是吗？

留的青山在不怕没柴烧，她就是冰，也得给她捂热喽。

比起阿比盖尔认同的在囚笼里唱歌，塔莉可是根本不妥协，爱了阿比盖尔，就绝对不会背叛她再与芬尼虚与委蛇，所以她死了。

成年人会倔强吗？

成年人会倔强到死吗？

开场以一张美国地图为背景引入字幕，随后是一个失焦的画面，让人误以为是干涸的大地，随着画面越来越清晰，我们才可以得知这是从树林望向的天空，密密麻麻的树枝挡住视线，预示着故事中的四个人如行尸走肉般困在这干燥、寒冷、幽静的牢笼中。

日记的形式贯穿全片，Abi的旁白声从开场便是以一种低沉、绝望的口吻进行着，配合低饱和度的画面色彩和平稳的运镜，勾勒出空旷、压抑的氛围。

经常会看到有人会问为什么女导演拍的女同片总是很压抑，这大概是因为通常我们看到的女同电影，在刻画爱情的同时，往往会以两个女性角色的爱情为线索，进一步去探讨女性的处境、以及所谓的女性身份如何左右着人们的行为，本片亦是如此。

1856年，美国国内政治形势最为严峻、南北对立矛盾最被激化的一年，故事的主人公们却像是与外界隔绝了一样，安静地生活着。

Abi的丈夫Dyer，从登场就是一副萎靡不振的样子，也许是因为无法追求科学家的梦想，也许是因为被迫务农，总之他的人生似乎没有一丁点希望，从Abi的日记中我们也可以得知，Dyer似乎被困于某种欲求不满，而他自己也深知，这种欲望可能永远也不会被填满。

他有记日记的习惯，却只会记录农场的收支，对于自我和情绪、以及他们夫妻重要的事，却从来都没有记录，他们被他人忽略，也被自己忽略，似乎只要不把它写出来，那些自身的感受、经历就从来不曾存在，包括他们夭折的女儿。

自从女儿离世，Abi便不再相信上帝、不再对生活抱有任何希望，直到遇见Tallie。

导演用三组对视镜头拼接起她们的初遇见，她们隔着人群，就那样一眼望见了彼此，如果不是一见钟情，可能也是某种惺惺相惜。

她们的爱情发展迅速，可见导演的侧重点也许不全在两人如何发展这段关系上，也通过这两个女主角延伸出了两对夫妻关系。

Abi的丈夫Dyer总是希望能够靠近妻子，却苦于不善表达，两人渐行渐远。

Tallie与丈夫Finney的关系则古怪一些，他们总是用言语挑衅彼此，但又总是透露出一种无形的默契。

两对夫妻，都有感情和陪伴，但谁也说不清，他们之间有没有爱。

正如Abi描述Dyer【不知道对不对，只知道合适】，又如Tallie为Abi写的那首小诗，亲吻过后，Abi才意识到，那是令人惊喜和喜悦的爱情。

这里有一个有趣的设定，片中的男性角色似乎都有记日记的习惯，Dyer记录农场收支和无关情感的琐事，Finney则会记录Tallie每次出门见谁去多久，似乎男人们总是希望通过记录的方式来让这个世界看起来有序、或者说是可以掌控，但现实是，除了自己的笔记本，他们什么也掌控不了。

在发现妻子的出轨后，Finney突然举家搬迁，试图用物理距离来中断Tallie与Abi的爱情。

但相爱的人总是有办法找到彼此，不久后Tallie与Abi开始用书信往来，恼羞成怒的Finney开始伤害Tallie，两人往来再次中断，当Dyer带着Abi找到他们的时候，Tallie早已死去。

而Finney似乎满足于可以一直占有Tallie的身体。

Tallie死后，煎熬的不只有Abi，还有Dyer，他清楚两人的关系，却没有愤怒，不想离开，也不想挑明，甚至不做修补。

这样男性角色的设定，也可以说是非常新鲜的，如果说导演用Finney来展现男性的暴力，那么男性的无力感在Dyer身上被展现得淋漓尽致。

最后一场屋顶戏，也是全片最重要的一场，Abi用一如既往的克制委婉的语气拒绝继续这段夫妻关系，Dyer用极近哀求的姿态试图做挽回，镜头一切一转，出现Tallie的脸，并给出让她与Abi爱情延续的方法——想象。

也许，我可以想象和你一起去旅行，即使我只有一张你送我的地图；我可以想象我们一起时的惊喜与喜悦，即使我可能再也逃不出这深山牢笼；我可以想象和你一起死去，即使你已被埋进土里；我可以想象你在这，即使你不在这...

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.

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。

1856年1月1日，阿比盖尔在日记里写道：“洗土豆的时候，水一碰到土豆表面就冻住了。

没有自尊可言，带着所剩无几的希望，我们开始了新的一年。

”《打开心世界》的故事，即在这样一片阴郁低沉的灰冷色调中展开。

由挪威导演莫娜·法斯特欧德执导的《打开心世界》改编自美国作家吉姆·谢泼德的同名短篇小说，讲述1850年代的纽约上州，农妇阿比盖尔与邻居妻子塔莉之间相伴相爱的故事。

改编过程中，影片极大程度地保留了原作娓娓道来的细腻文学性，以主角阿比盖尔的日记为线索串起山林间的四季变化，用墨水和眼泪，记录一段隐秘而热烈的同性之爱。

“The World to Come”的标题颇具宗教意味。

女儿因白喉去世后，哀痛的阿比盖尔和本就寡言的丈夫戴尔日益疏远。

她不再去教堂，也不再相信应许的身后世界，只能埋首于繁重的劳作中，把所有思绪和情感倾注于笔端，藏进一篇篇日记里。

新邻居芬尼和塔莉夫妇的到来，打破了阿比盖尔家冷漠而微妙的平衡。

一头红发的塔莉为画面添上第一抹暖色，阿比盖尔藏起的天赋和自我，在机敏又生动的塔莉面前无处遁形。

每段爱情故事的开端都需要合理契机，而阿比盖尔与塔莉初遇时的眼神交换，已经迸溅出一星不讲道理又合乎情理的火苗。

面对初次拜访的塔莉，阿比盖尔礼貌周到，但拉近的摄影机暴露了她的目光轨迹，借着一串毫不遮掩的特写在塔莉袖口和脸庞流连。

“她的皮肤泛着淡淡的玫瑰色和紫罗兰色”，阿比盖尔当天在日记里记下的，是我们和她同步完成的秘密观察。

从隆冬到盛夏，季节流转的隐喻贯穿全片，美丽而残酷。

随着白昼渐长，塔莉短暂的午后拜访也被拉长成恋恋不舍的逗留，以丈夫为话题展开的闲谈逐渐被智识与心灵的诗意交流取代。

身为女性的共同经验联结起两个初次体悟喜悦之情的女人，心意相通的证明从语言过渡到身体，最终把手指触碰的暧昧，升温成了水到渠成的吻。

大概所有定情之吻都动人，既有层次丰富的试探，也少不了确定自己被爱的欣喜与释然。

《打开心世界》中的这场吻戏将情感共振后的余波处理得尤其细腻，一吻过后，塔莉出门时失措得走错了方向，而阿比盖尔带着一滴愣神的泪，将蜷曲已久的身躯舒展开来。

这对角色关系的饱满完成度，很大程度上归功于两位主演贴合角色又默契自然的表演。

凡妮莎·柯比演绎的塔莉身上有一种准确的平衡感，真挚勇敢的背后，仍保有一份残酷的清醒；饰演阿比盖尔的凯瑟琳·沃特斯顿则像是整部影片的锚，用沉静的嗓音，将观众缓缓拉进满溢柔情和悲伤的溪水。

两位演员的出色表演，搭配上16mm胶片摄影机的柔美摄影和存在感极强的管乐配乐，一同把阿比盖尔与塔莉的爱情描摹成一幅笔触平缓却暗藏汹涌的古典油画。

框住两人的景框空间虽然狭窄拥挤，但曾缚于方寸之地的心，已经在“惊异与欢喜”中步入广阔新天地。

可惜，这片天地中并不只有她们两人。

卡西·阿弗莱克饰演的戴尔虽然常在出场时逼停背景音乐，却不是脸谱化的反角，不擅表达感情的他身上有一种无力的仁厚，和妻子一同囚于生活的隐形牢笼之中；相较而言，克里斯托弗·阿波特出演的芬尼略显功能化，同时是虚伪教徒和暴戾父权代言人的他，理所当然地将妻子视为任其随意处置的所有物。

这个极具威胁性的危险人物，就像背景里严酷的乌云和暴风雪，早早预告了故事必然的悲剧终局。

与同类型前作相比，《打开心世界》承袭自原著的日记体叙事是最为突出的特点。

这一处理手法有着明显的风险，一方面，引自小说的大量旁白喧宾夺主地削弱了影像本身的情感表现力，另一方面，由阿比盖尔主导的封闭性叙事中数次插入的塔莉视角，也造成了影片叙述视角上的突兀断裂。

但尽管如此，日记体仍是《打开心世界》不得不采用的必要形式，托起了触及女性命运的深刻主题表达。

如阿比盖尔所言，“墨水像火焰”， 在记录与书写中，女性的存在，她们的挣扎、情感和欲望才得以被看见，被留存。

影片中出现了多种记录的形式，其中非常有趣的一种，是标示着逃亡路径的地图册。

电影开头与标题同现的纽约上州地图已经充分说明了地图册这一意象的重要性，而接下来的故事中，地图册充当起了划分各幕的标志物件，既是塔莉送上的贴心礼物，也指引着阿比盖尔踏上寻找爱人的险途，完成一次精神上的出走。

令人印象深刻的第二种记录形式，是“一家之主”们手上有失公允的账簿。

阿比盖尔的母亲曾告诉女儿，虽然她每日不辞辛劳地料理家务，她却只有在买裙子的时候才会出现在丈夫的账簿上，所有对家庭的辛勤付出被简化成一笔笔开销。

集市上，想起母亲的阿比盖尔宣示性地买下一条宝蓝长裙，随后却在归家途中目睹邻人的小女儿葬身火海。

早嫁或早陨的少女，劳苦或悲痛的母亲，几组母女的形象此刻在阿比盖尔面前重叠又轮回。

墨水和烈火都是一种无情的洗涤，让惯于在苦难中沉默的女人们得以显形，哪怕是以一种痛苦代替另一种痛苦。

全片最重要的记录，自然是阿比盖尔的日记。

塔莉曾说，“表达得少并不代表感受就少”，而阿比盖尔的日记恰好证明了这一点。

“我的心是一片树叶，被急速流动的水裹挟着冲过岩石”，在日记里，阿比盖尔用真诚凝练的字句填满了表达与感受之间的中空地带，为画面中她略显克制的表情，添上一笔笔深情的注解。

然而，有些出乎意料的是，如此坦诚的阿比盖尔其实是位有所保留的叙述者。

在片末吝啬的闪回里，当我们在翻飞的日期间匆匆瞥见破碎的情欲片段，才明白阿比盖尔在讲述中刻意隐瞒了多少珍贵的细节。

作为观众，这种在关键时刻被挡在门外的感觉确实让人气恼，但影片在情欲戏处理上的滞后和限制，一定程度上确立了阿比盖尔对于自己故事的绝对阐释权与控制权。

借由多种形式与载体，《打开心世界》展现了文字与记录的多重意义。

一本小小日记敞向无限乾坤，既能赋予记忆和情感以实体，也能开辟一方私密安全的心灵空间。

而在电影最后，经历失去的阿比盖尔又在不断的讲述与书写中，习得了名为“想象”的新工具。

小屋桌前，奋笔疾书的阿比盖尔双手沾满墨迹，在纸上这片自由的心世界里，她将永远拥有与爱人共度的他处生活。

（原文首发于《环球银幕》公众号）

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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.

今天有机会在圣丹斯电影节线上观看了去年在威尼斯影展获得酷儿狮奖的《打开心世界》，导演是指导了《梦游者》的 莫娜·法斯特欧德，摄影师是 André Chemetoff, 16mm胶片拍摄。

有趣的一点是，在近些年在各大电影节，较年轻的导演开始青睐胶片拍摄，很多独立电影也开始重回35毫米、16毫米胶片，是让人感到惊喜的地方。

看完《打开心世界》，发现有很多可以延伸探讨的地方。

可能最直观的就是摄影了。

虽然故事是发生在19世纪的纽约州北部，但是实际拍摄却是在罗马尼亚的布加勒斯特完成，严寒的背景和16毫米胶片浑然天成般完美地契合在一起，使得影幕上的胶片颗粒（Film Grain）、背景中的暴风雪如此美丽、赏心悦目。

剧组对于光的把控也恰到好处，以至于屏幕上影像如此美轮美奂。

剧本的角度说，电影《打开心世界》是改编自美国作家 Jim Shepard 的同名短篇小说 《打开心世界》（收录于短篇小说集《打开心世界》），他自己本人也参与了电影的改编编剧。

在此基础上，《打开心世界》的文本性很强，全片几乎都是由主角阿比盖尔写的日记的旁白来推动时间和剧情发展，整体下来效果还是不错的，强文本性和故事以及故事背景结合得恰到好处。

Jim Shepard 的短篇小说中喜欢承载历史以及历史上发生过的不幸的事 -- 比如本片中多次提及的疾病白喉就曾在19世纪末在欧洲和美国爆发过。

从结构来讲，由主角的日记旁白来串联时间点，整体的立意在我看来并不侧重于女性之间的恋情，而重点刻画在那个时间背景（19世纪末）下，女人受到来自婚姻、家庭、丈夫，以及社会的压迫，还有道德上的压力。

其实纵观全片，可以发现很多导演“埋”下的细节和伏笔：比如当阿比盖尔和塔莉第一场亲热戏，突然门口的一个小动静就能让阿比盖尔吓一大跳 -- 因为她害怕是她的丈夫回家了；在树林里时，远处一个响声吓坏了两人。

这些埋下的细节无不体现出19世纪末下女人深深受制于丈夫（男权）以及很难选择过自己真正向往的生活。

其实近些年出现许多优秀的女同题材影片，很多也在三大电影节大放异彩：《卡罗尔》《燃烧女子的肖像》《菊石》等等。

《打开心世界》打动我的，并不在于它如何描绘两人在严寒荒凉的平原摩擦出爱情的火花，而是创作者如何让19世纪背景下的角色“亲口”发出女权般的提问，两人如何在如此稀薄的缝隙下相互扶持以忍受不幸福但却无法改变的婚姻。

《打开心世界》剧照。

当然，《打开心世界》不是一部完美的影片。

如果说后半段节奏过于缓慢并不是缺点的话，那么主角阿比盖尔和塔莉之间的感情线还可以再进一步描绘和渲染，除了婚姻的压迫，其实将感情线略微着重突出也是不错的选择。

两位女主角 凯瑟琳·沃特斯顿 和 凡妮莎·柯比 的表演都很出色，尤其是凯瑟琳·沃特斯顿 （因为承接了更重的戏份），凡妮莎·柯比 在去年的威尼斯影展凭借另一部电影《女人的碎片》荣获影后。

导演莫娜·法斯特欧德今年只有35岁，未来可期。

如果你期待观看一部用胶片拍摄的女性电影，那么《打开心世界》是一个不错的选择！

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