《星图》解说文案_Life Is Not About Beautiful, But The Poem Is...

加拿大|

美国|

德国|

法国剧情电影《星图》

于2014年上映

由大卫·柯南伯格导演

布鲁斯·瓦格纳编剧

影片讲述了《星图》围绕维斯一家人展开

父亲桑福德是一名精神治疗医师

也是一位依靠自助书籍发迹的人生导师；维斯夫人是一位令人难以忍受的母亲

全部心思都花在威斯家的13岁小儿子本杰身上

本杰是一名出演电视剧走红的童星

但因为毒品问题进出勒戒所

本杰的姐姐阿加莎因为纵火而被送进了精神病院

最近桑福德在事业和家庭生活上都遇到了危机：他的客人哈瓦娜是个演员

她的梦想是重拍让自己母亲克莱莉斯成名的电影

自从母亲死后哈瓦娜时常在睡梦中被母亲的幻影纠缠

哈瓦娜因此向桑福德求助

另一边厢

儿子本杰结束了时长三年的康健计划

女儿阿加莎也从精神病院出来了

桑福德一时间麻烦缠身

更让人意想不到的是

女儿刚一出院就和礼车司机谈上了恋爱……

已经有人写了一篇很好的review, 我只想记下这首诗 byPaul Éluard： On my school notebooksOn my desk and on the treesOn the sands of snowI write your nameOn the pages I have readOn all the white pagesStone, blood, paper or ashI write your nameOn the images of goldOn the weapons of the warriorsOn the crown of the kingI write your nameOn the jungle and the desertOn the nest and on the brierOn the echo of my childhoodI write your nameOn all my scarves of blueOn the moist sunlit swampsOn the living lake of moonlightI write your nameOn the fields, on the horizonOn the birds’ wingsAnd on the mill of shadowsI write your nameOn each whiff of daybreakOn the sea, on the boatsOn the demented mountaintopI write your nameOn the froth of the cloudOn the sweat of the stormOn the dense rain and the flatI write your nameOn the flickering figuresOn the bells of colorsOn the natural truthI write your nameOn the high pathsOn the deployed routesOn the crowd-thronged squareI write your nameOn the lamp which is litOn the lamp which isn’tOn my reunited thoughtsI write your nameOn a fruit cut in twoOf my mirror and my chamberOn my bed, an empty shellI write your nameOn my dog, greathearted and greedyOn his pricked-up earsOn his blundering pawsI write your nameOn the latch of my doorOn those familiar objectsOn the torrents of a good fireI write your nameOn the harmony of the fleshOn the faces of my friendsOn each outstretched handI write your nameOn the window of surprisesOn a pair of expectant lipsIn a state far deeper than silenceI write your nameOn my crumbled hiding-placesOn my sunken lighthousesOn my walls and my ennuiI write your nameOn abstraction without desireOn naked solitudeOn the marches of deathI write your nameAnd for the want of a wordI renew my lifeFor I was born to know youTo name youLiberty.