Damn the Hays Code, Tennessee Williams’ Pulitzer-winning play is bowdlerized on its way from Broadway to the silver screen, where all its homosexual reference is tactlessly papered over. That said, riding on the strength of its top-line ensemble cast, Richard Brook’s exquisite film adaptation still dazzles and hurtles upon a Southern family’s trouble waters.
The crises of the Pollitt family, an affluent rags-to-riches Mississippi empire of cotton plantation built by the patriarch Harvey aka. Big Daddy (Ives, reprises his role from the stage), are multifarious: his youngest son Brick (Newman), a former athlete who abuses himself with alcohol and despondency in the wake of the suicide of his best friend Skipper, and doesn’t want to have any physical intimacy with his sultry wife Maggie (Taylor); then their is the ominous dread of Big Daddy’s doom, who is diagnosed with terminal cancer and has less than one year to live, but Dr. Baugh (Gates) fabricates a lie to appease him and his wife Ida aka. Big Mamma (Anderson), only the cat will finally get out of the bag, and its theme of dual courage (for Brick to face life and for Big Daddy, death) plays out with elemental emotional upheaval on the eve of Big Daddy’s 65-year-old birthday, which occupies 99% of the time-frame and takes place entirely in their sumptuous family manor.
The nexus here is the raison d’être behind Brick’s indifferent attitude and self-abandoning intemperance that puts himself against everyone else, since homosexuality is off the table, Brooks and James Poe’s script has to scrape the bottom of the barrel and leaves it mostly to the rage of being (presumably) two-timed, when that proves to be not the case, the barrier causes Brick’s connubial inaction naturally vanishes, ergo, that inconsolable guilt and grieve derived from losing a loved one in Williams’ original play is pitifully deadened to conceive a perfectly heteronormative ending, with a dated, self-congratulatory whiff of natalism (especially grating after hammering home what kerfuffle a band of bratty, insolent kids can engender).
Doused in booze and whose mobility is impeded by a crutch, Newman is magnificent and passionately engaged from A to Z and rightfully receives his first Oscar nomination for a very difficult and complex role. Underneath his Adonis appearance, Newman unleashes Brick’s harrowing obduracy to the hilt, he is self-centered enough to submerge himself entirely in his existential cynicism and doesn’t give a damn about the whole world after what he suffers, not even his father’s death knell, but deep down, he is merely a love-wanting child borne out of a poor rich boy’s misery and destructively waging war on the mendacity of the world, a tour de force loaded with fiery explosion.
An Oscar-nominated Taylor, adorned only by two pieces of finery and a pearl choker, also utterly takes our breath away with her ineffable beauty, a refined southern belle locution and superbly lived-in performance, whenever she and Newman are on screen together, they are the perfect specimen of what divine human gorgeousness looks like, for that reason alone, the film should be included in any film buff’s must-see list. Her Maggie is a valiant fighter, a can-doer, a go-getter, and her heart-stopping allure is fiendishly counterpoised by her super-fertile sister-in-law Mae (a plain-looking Sherwood), the wife of Brick’s elder brother Cooper (Carson, walking a fine line between grasping and subservient), fanatically battling a losing game to earn affection from Big Daddy with all her pesky tailed assets, Williams’ misogynistic partiality is quite revealing.
Performance extraordinaire suffuses the rest of the ensemble, in the co-leading role, Burl Ives’ larger-than-life bravura as Big Daddy is equally impressive, delivering Williams’ florid texts with resounding decibel, and brings about incredible gravitas and compassion in the third act when reconciliation shapes up during a barnstorming tête-à-tête between a befogging father and his prodigal son. Then there is the ever-forbidding Anderson, refuses to give Big Mamma a simple caricatural veneer, and finds her disparaged yet supportive wife a strong purchase in the catharsis-inducing chamber drama that is worthy of Williams’ name, regardless of the compromises inflicted by an odious force majeure.
referential entries: Mike Nichols’ WHO’S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF? (1966, 8.2/10); Martin Ritt’s THE LONG, HOT SUMMER (1958, 6.3/10); Joseph L. Mankiewicz’s SUDDENLY, LAST SUMMER (1959, 7.4/10).
一、艺术性
1、坚持:次子坚持逃避,次子妻子坚持挽回,父亲坚持了解次子,母亲坚持爱父亲,长子坚持做乖宝宝要遗产,长子妻子坚持生小孩以赢得父亲喜爱
2、丰富
1)次子逃避、怀疑误会妻子
2)妻子挽回和解释,一直失败。妻子和长子的财产争夺
3)父亲想了解次子,次子一直逃避,多次攻防,才打破逃避的外壳,说出真相
4)父亲的死亡倒计时的真相隐瞒,父亲大病后人生态度的转变,揭露后父亲人生态度的再次转变。
5)爷爷的穷和爱,父亲的钱和缺爱,次子的不要钱要爱
6)母亲的忍受
7)长子的尽力、听话、和不被喜欢
8)长子妻子的尽力和不被喜欢
3、演技和美貌
父亲、次子、次子妻子把爱、脆弱、坚持、绝望,都演绎很好。
二、内核
1、人生意义:父亲努力工作到65岁,以为自己大病可能死后,不再沉迷工作。要快乐、享受。平衡点更好。巴菲特说的的很好,人生不是一直工作,把所有的sex留到60岁再做最幸福。父亲忍受母亲,想清楚人生意义后,不爽可以离婚的。母亲忍受父亲,如果这是她愿意的,没什么可抱怨的。
2、逃避:次子和男性朋友史吉普同性恋,史吉普一次比赛大败。史吉普和次子电话,很害怕,需要次子帮助和安慰。次子心情不好,无力帮他。史吉普自杀,次子为他的死自责。
3、面对:父亲说的很对,史吉普的死是他自己的责任,次子自怨自艾并没有帮到史吉普,也没有帮到自己。人生很残酷,但仍要面对,逃避只会让事情更糟,一直喝酒也不解决问题。最后父亲疼痛来了,还坚持不打药,宁愿要同时拥有痛苦和敏锐的感知,而不是麻木。每个人尺度不同
爱和钱:次子缺爱,认为父亲的钱给不了次子幸福。虽然爷爷很穷,但给了父亲爱。平衡点更好,钱和时间。
沟通:次子妻子开头试图通过各种方式来沟通,都失败。最后还是父亲一次次强逼次子开启对话,了解酗酒原因,才能解决问题。
译名不行,还是《热铁皮屋顶上的猫》比较好,重点并不在女主角身上,这一大家子人人都是一身戏。有点像《雷雨》,雷雨夜家庭冲突密集爆发,还都是核弹级别的,全都撕成一团歇斯底里。男女主都有点拿架子,演的最好的其实是老爹。台词惊人,好看到想立刻再看一遍。
前半段真是非常令人焦躁,女人咄咄逼人,男人躲躲闪闪,小孩子吵闹,大人们聒噪……如同暴风雨来之前闷热的空气一般,整个家庭充满着虚伪和谎言,情绪分分钟就要爆炸,然后一个个点破,没有玉石俱焚一了百了,反倒雨过天晴神清气爽。玉婆美,Paul Newman太帅,让人移不开眼睛。Lock the door是我最近听到的最性感的台词。同性爱的部分也展示得非常露骨了~
少了伊利亚卡赞的导演,片子对原作者威廉斯的背叛,成全了大众化电影的成功。一部纽曼只负责扮忧郁,而伊丽莎白泰勒负责扮猫的电影。你不会遇到第二个比泰勒更像猫的女人了。你问这片讲了什么?家庭矛盾?扯,这片就是人性单纯的伦理冲突。只有威廉斯般的天才,才能塑造出如此尖锐的冲突和如此鲜活角色
同样是室内戏,这片跟《灵欲春宵》比差得真不是一星半点。《灵》里那种人与人之间的痛苦是每个人都会切身遭遇、感同身受的。而这片,我只能说男主角你可真作啊!就算你是同性恋了不起啊?搞形婚你还整天对着老婆一张臭脸、埋怨你爹不关心你?何况导演最后压根儿不提这茬,直接用爱拯救一切了。
单幕话剧般,有如《雷雨》,玉婆真美纽曼真帅。老汉身家巨亿,长子有心计稳重善经营,长媳训练一队孙辈献媚但缘过切而丑态百出;次子散漫酗酒极不懂事对金钱父母妻子漠然置之。老夫妻向来溺爱次子,最后仍传次嘲长,恰与伊东相反。看后颇觉其实对长子很不平,表现再好都不入眼,莫怪他急,佛都有火。
“虚伪的气味最强烈。”还是觉得话剧的形式会更好,可以避免电影的那些大特写,那些珠宝,沙发,廊柱。不过那个地下室真好~
跟威廉斯的原剧作比起来,这结局改得……电影中男主居然被掰直了,我真是目瞪口呆.JPG。
剧本很好。Elizabeth Taylor和Paul Newman的表演也都很好,他们看起来真是一对壁人。
伊丽莎白泰勒腿太短头太大。
田纳西威廉姆斯原著就是这个结局?太和谐了吧
怎么会有这种女人?前一秒还是个怨妇,后一秒就散发出女王的气势.
LIZ在剧中就两套服装, 却都美极了, 不过觉得她的美貌不适合演maggie这种好女人啊! 据说tennessee williams对这个改编不是很满意, 有机会找原著来看看.
枷锁般的父权制给男性下的「绊子」较比女性只增不减,为防止「接班人」逃离《围城》而设置的栏杆也只高不低。这或许也是令一蹶不振的「懦夫」日渐趋于保守和顺从,和不得不以打压、羞辱和迫害女性的方式来重振「男性雄风」的原因。相对于《朱门巧妇》来说,在婚姻中较早体验到不自由的「野马」也是较早得到「教训」的一方。遗憾的是,五十年代末的女性依然在「热铁皮屋顶上」做着美梦——仍有陪着醉汉买醉的「性」致。男女主人公的核心形象在于:他们是「不知去哪里做爱」的猫。依靠「巧妇」勉强站起来的男主却因「心不在焉」而成了不孝子孙,他的自我厌恶源于混乱的自我认知,而他的「自我批判」最终沦为博取「老爹」同情的情绪发泄。显然,最后一幕是权杖移交和共享,而这场「床笫之欢」也注定让吾辈《心中的野兽》像父辈那样懦弱又虚伪、贪婪而丑陋。
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如果你读过田纳西.威廉斯的原著,你就知道改编的并不好
情节紧凑,人物有张力,让人坐下来就不敢动看到大气都不喘的编剧田纳西威廉。
赏心悦目流鼻血各种牛逼台词俯拾即是。简直就是女性榜样。真不敢相信如此优秀的作品当年会输给一部歌舞片。
怀旧纪念玉婆。。那时的Taylor真美那时的Newman真帅天造地金童玉女的一对。。电影看了没啥感触。。关于家庭矛盾。。自尊心强的丈夫怀疑妻子有轨而cat on a hot tin roof正是形容这么个受委屈忍辱的好女人。。也许原著更有精髓吧。。
这擦边球打得,真是惊险呢,眼看着就要上演别扭受出柜大戏,在玉婆悦耳的声音和语调里陡变,转入床头打架床尾和一片莺莺燕燕相安无事中,虽然说田纳西很不满意这次改编,但是台词也已经非常厉害了,导演的调教也是神仙级。最吸引人的表演在老爹身上,提名的同年凭借另一部片子拿了奥斯卡最佳男配,厉害。一开始觉得田纳西的剧怎么都那么聒噪、厌女,半小时后渐入佳境,把狗血伦理剧大变四两拨千斤人生哲理,神了,很深刻。你可以恐婚厌婚社恐厌世,但只要活着一天就去忍受,改变,超越。之前看过的片子没输出过这种价值观,跟着影片想了一遍,竟然一点都不朴素,很实用。
完全没想到是这样一个故事,爱情只是虚晃,亲情才是主线,爱不是给予,不是馈赠,爱是陪伴,是信任,是长久的回忆……地下室那场戏太精彩,父亲不停说着我爱你,儿子不停说着你不爱我,看到paul newman捶胸顿足咆哮着you can't buy love的我只想沉沦在他蓝色的眼眸里