卡罗尔

等不到电影，只好先拿小说来解渴。

原著是以作者Patricia Highsmith自己的故事为原型的，她在快30岁时，在纽约Bloomingdale's百货公司的玩具区遇见了一位已婚妇女，并爱上了她。

原著虽是第三人称，但基本是以Therese的视角写的，内心描写很丰富，用词很美，不算艰涩，读起来很流畅，很抓人，不忍释卷。
读的过程中不断带入Cate和Rooney，因此十分有画面感，完全被带入到故事之中，许多描写太细腻，太真实，跟着Therese一起忐忑，也跟着她一起迷醉在Carol的冷漠与温情之间，这些文字，慢慢地在我脑海中拍成电影。

原著中Therese是一个stage designer，但在改编剧本中变成了一个photographer，其实我觉得这样反而更易于表达她作为Carol的暗恋者的角度。
Rooney和Cate绝对是Therese和Carol的不二人选，这点你看了小说就会明白这次的选角有多么完美。

书我还在读，读了大半了，书摘会陆续更，每晚都又期待故事，又不忍读完它，到了该睡的时间还是不情愿放下，不断安慰自己说“好东西值得等待”，才心不甘情不愿地关灯睡下。

即使读原著知道故事的始末，依然不会“剧透”电影，因为我真正期待的不只是故事本身，而是Rooney和Cate的演绎，服装，场景，Todd Haynes怎么营造1950s纽约的复古模样，以及代入感十足的黑胶唱片老歌，而这些都是文字之外的全新创造。

总之，北美上映都要到12月18，有资源的时候估计已经是2016了，只能先来感受原著了。

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"How do you like it pronounced? Therese?"
"Yes. The way you do," she answered. Carol pronounced her name the French way, Terez. She was used to a dozen variations, and sometimes she herself pronounced it differently. She liked the way Carol pronounced it, and she liked her lips saying it. An indefinite longing, that she had been only vaguely conscious of at times before, became now a recognizable wish. It was so absurd, so embarrassing a desire, that
Therese thrust it from her mind.
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Therese was propped on one elbow. The milk was so hot, she could barely let her lip touch it at first. The tiny sips spread inside her mouth and released a melange of organic flavors. The milk seemed to taste of bone and blood, of warm flesh, or hair, saltless as chalk yet alive as a growing embryo.
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"There's a train in about four minutes," Carol said.
 Therese blurted suddenly, "Will I see you again?"
 Carol only smiled at her, a little reproachfully, as the window between them rose up. "Au revoir," she said.
 Of course, of course, she would see her again, Therese thought. An idiotic question!
 The car backed fast and turned away into the darkness.
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But there was not a moment when she did not see Carol in her mind, and all she saw, she seemed to see through Carol. That evening, the dark flat streets of New York, the tomorrow of work, the milk bottle dropped and broken in her sink, became unimportant. She flung herself on her-bed and drew a line with a pencil on a piece of paper. And another line, carefully, and another. A world was born around her, like a bright forest with a million shimmering leaves.
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They stopped for a red light, and Carol rolled the window up. Carol looked at her, as if really seeing her for the first time that evening, and under her eyes that went from her face to her hands in her lap, Therese felt like a puppy Carol had bought at a roadside kennel, that Carol had just remembered was riding beside her.
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Happiness was a little like flying, she thought, like being a kite. It depended on how much one let the string out.
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       "Are you busy? If you are, I'll leave."
       "No. Sit down. I'm not doing anything—except reading a play."
       "What play?"
       "A play I have to do sets for." She realized suddenly she had never mentioned stage designing to Carol.
       "Sets for?"
       "Yes—I'm a stage designer." She took Carol's coat.
       Carol smiled astonishedly. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?" she asked quietly. "How many other rabbits are you going to pull out of your hat?"
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And perhaps she was in love with Carol, too. It put Therese on guard with her. It created a tacit rivalry that gave her a curious exhilaration, a sense of certain superiority over Abby—emotions that Therese had never known before, never dared to dream of, emotions consequently revolutionary in themselves. So their lunching together in the restaurant became nearly as important as the meeting with Carol.

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• Carol glanced at her. "You imagine," she said, and the pleasant vibration of her voice faded into silence again.
The page she had written last night, Therese thought, had nothing to do with this Carol, was not addressed to her. I feel I am in love with you, she had written, and it should be spring. I want the sun throbbing on my head like chords of music. I think of a sun like Beethoven, a wind like Debussy, and birdcalls like Stravinsky. But the tempo is all mine.
• As if she wouldn't turn down a job on a ballet set to go away with Carol—to go with her through country she had
never seen before, over rivers and mountains, not knowing where they would be when night came.
• Behind Carol, an airport searchlight made a pale sweep in the night, and disappeared. Carol's voice seemed to
linger in the darkness. In its richer, happier tone, Therese could hear the depths within her where she loved Rindy, deeper than she would probably ever love anyone else.
• It shook Therese in the profoundest part of her where no words were, no easy words like death or dying or killing. Those words were somehow future, and this was present. An inarticulate anxiety, a desire to know, know anything, for certain, had jammed itself in her throat so for a moment she felt she could hardly breathe. Do you think, do you think, it began. Do you think both of us will die violently someday, be suddenly shut off? But even that question wasn't definite
enough. Perhaps it was a statement after all: I don't want to die yet without knowing you. Do you feel the same way, Carol? She could have uttered the last question, but she could not have said all that went before it.
• "I suppose the first thing is not to be afraid." Therese turned and saw Carol's smile. "You're smiling because you think I am afraid, I suppose."
 "You're about as weak as this
match." Carol held it burning for a moment after she lighted her cigarette. "But given the right conditions, you could burn a house down, couldn't you?"
 "Or a city."
 "But you're even afraid to take a little trip with me. You're afraid because you think you haven't got enough money."
 "That's not it."
 "You've got some very strange values, Therese. I asked you to go with me, because it would give me pleasure to have you. I should think it'd be good for
you, too, and good for your work. But you've got to spoil it by a silly pride about money. Like that handbag you gave me. Out of all proportion. Why don't you take it back, if you need the money? I don't need the handbag. It gave you pleasure to give it to me, I suppose. It's the same thing, you see. Only I make sense and you don't." Carol walked by her and turned to her again, poised with one foot forward and her head up, the short blond hair as unobtrusive as a statue's hair. "Well, do you think it's funny?"
• Carol went into the green room, and stayed there while it played. Therese stood by the door of her room, listening, smiling.
 ... I'll never regret... the years I'm giving... They're easy to give, when you're in love... I'm happy to do whatever I do for you...
 That was her song. That was everything she felt about Carol.
• Was life, were human relations like this always, Therese wondered. Never solid ground underfoot. Always like gravel, a little yielding, noisy so the whole world could hear, so one always listened, too, for the loud, harsh step of the intruder's foot.
• Therese still felt the effects of what she had drunk, the tingling of the champagne that drew her painfully close to Carol. If she simply asked, she thought, Carol would let her sleep tonight in the same bed with her. She wanted more than that, to kiss her, to feel their bodies next to each other's. Therese thought of the two girls she had seen in the Palermo bar. They did that, she knew, and more. And would Carol suddenly thrust her away in disgust, if she merely wanted to hold her in her arms? And would whatever affection Carol now had for her vanish in that instant? A vision of Carol's cold rebuff swept her courage clean away. It crept back humbly in the question, couldn't she ask simply to sleep in the same bed with her?
• She rode up in an elevator and she was acutely conscious of Carol beside her, as if she dreamed a dream in which Carol was the subject and the only figure. In the room, she lifted her suitcase from the floor to a chair, unlatched it and left it, and stood by the writing table, watching Carol. As if her emotions had been in abeyance all the past hours, or days, they flooded her now as she watched Carol opening her suitcase, taking out, as she always did first, the leather kit that contained her toilet articles, dropping it onto the bed. She looked at Carol's hands, at the lock of hair that fell over the scarf tied around her head, at the scratch she had gotten days ago across the toe of her moccasin.
 "What're you standing there for?" Carol asked. "Get to bed, sleepyhead."
 "Carol, I love you."
 Carol straightened up. Therese stared at her with intense, sleepy eyes.
• Then Carol finished taking her pajamas from the suitcase and pulled the lid down. She came to Therese and put her hands on her shoulders. She squeezed her shoulders hard, as if she were exacting a promise from her, or perhaps searching her to see if what she had said were real. Then she kissed Therese on the lips, as if they had kissed a thousand times before.
 "Don't you know I love you?" Carol said.
• Then Therese set the container of milk on the floor and looked at Carol who was sleeping already, on her stomach, with one arm flung up as she always went to sleep. Therese pulled out the light. Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched, fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale-white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered.
• "Go to sleep," Carol said.
 Therese hoped she would not. But when she felt Carol's hand move on her shoulder, she knew she had been asleep. It was dawn now. Carol's fingers tightened in her hair, Carol kissed her on the lips, and pleasure leaped in Therese again as if it were only a continuation of the moment when Carol had slipped her arm under her neck last night. I love you, Therese wanted to say again, and then the words were erased by the tingling and terrifying pleasure that spread in waves from Carol's lips over her neck, her shoulders, that rushed suddenly, the length of her body. Her arms were tight around Carol, and she was conscious of Carol and
nothing else, of Carol's hand that slid along her ribs, Carol's hair that brushed her bare breasts, and then her body too seemed to vanish in widening circles that leaped further and further, beyond where thought could follow. While a thousand memories and moments, words, the first darling, the second time Carol had met her at the store, a thousand memories of Carol's face, her voice, moments of anger and laughter flashed like the tail of a comet across her brain. And now it was pale-blue distance and space, an expanding space in which she took flight suddenly like a long arrow. The arrow seemed to cross an impossibly wide abyss with ease, seemed to arc on and on in space, and not quite to stop. Then she realized that she still clung to Carol, that she trembled violently, and the arrow was herself. She saw Carol's pale hair across her eyes, and now Carol's head was close against hers. And she did not have to ask if this were right, no one had to tell her, because this could not have been more right or perfect.
• "Go to sleep," Carol said.
 Therese hoped she would not. But when she felt Carol's hand move on her shoulder, she knew she had been asleep. It was dawn now. Carol's fingers tightened in her hair, Carol kissed her on the lips, and pleasure leaped in Therese again as if it were only a continuation of the moment when Carol had slipped her arm under her neck last night. I love you, Therese wanted to say again, and then the words were erased by the tingling and terrifying pleasure that spread in waves from Carol's lips over her neck, her shoulders, that rushed suddenly, the length of her body. Her arms were tight around Carol, and she was conscious of Carol and nothing else, of Carol's hand that slid along her ribs, Carol's hair that brushed her bare breasts, and then her body too seemed to vanish in widening circles that leaped further and further, beyond where thought could follow. While a thousand memories and moments, words, the first darling, the second time Carol had met her at the store, a thousand memories of Carol's face, her voice, moments of anger and laughter flashed like the tail of a comet across her brain. And now it was pale-blue distance and space, an expanding space in which she took flight suddenly like a long arrow. The arrow seemed to cross an impossibly wide abyss with ease, seemed to arc on and on in space, and not quite to stop. Then she realized that she still clung to Carol, that she trembled violently, and the arrow was herself. She saw Carol's pale hair across her eyes, and now Carol's head was close against hers. And she did not have to ask if this were right, no one had to tell her, because this could not have been more right or perfect. She held Carol tighter against her, and felt Carol's mouth on her own smiling mouth. Therese lay still, looking at her at Carol's face only inches away from her, the gray eyes calm as she had never seen them, as if they retained some of the space she had just emerged from. And it seemed strange that it was still Carol's face, with the freckles, the bending blond eyebrow that she knew, the mouth now as calm as her eyes, as Therese had seen it many times before.
• "My angel," Carol said. "Flung out of space."
 Therese looked up at the corners of the room that were much brighter now, at the bureau with the bulging front and the shield-shaped drawer pulls, at the frameless mirror with the beveled edge, at the green patterned curtains that hung straight at the windows, and the two gray tips of buildings that showed just above the sill. She would remember every detail of this room forever.
 "What town is this?" she asked.
 Carol laughed. "This? This is Waterloo." She reached for a cigarette.
 "Isn't that awful."
 Smiling, Therese raised up on her elbow. Carol put a cigarette between her lips. "There's a couple of Waterloos in every state," Therese said.
• Therese threw the newspapers on the bed and came to her. Carol seized her suddenly in her arms. They stood holding each other as if they would never separate. Therese shuddered, and there were tears in her eyes. It was hard to find words, locked in Carol's arms, closer than kissing.
 "Why did you wait so long?" Therese asked.
 "Because—I thought there wouldn't be a second time, that I wouldn't want it. But that's not true."
 Therese thought of Abby, and it was like a slim shaft of bitterness dropping between them. Carol released her.
 "And there was something else—to have you around reminding me, knowing you and knowing it would be so easy. I'm sorry. It wasn't fair to you."
 Therese set her teeth hard. She watched Carol walk slowly away across the room, watched the space widen, and remembered the first time she had seen her walk so slowly away in the department store, Therese had thought forever. Carol had loved Abby, too, and she reproached herself for it. As Carol would one day for loving her, Therese wondered? Therese understood now why the December and January weeks had been made up of anger and indecision, reprimands alternating with indulgences. But she understood now that whatever Carol said in words, there were no barriers and no indecisions now. There was no Abby, either, after this morning, whatever had happened between Carol and Abby before.
• "You've made me so happy ever since I've known you,"
Therese said.
 "I don't think you can judge."
 "I can judge this morning."
 Carol did not answer. Only the rasp of the door lock answered her. Carol had locked the door and they were alone. Therese came toward her, straight into her arms.
 "I love you," Therese said, just to hear the words. "I love you, I love you."
• She looked at Therese, and at last Therese saw a smile rising slowly in her eyes, bringing Carol with it. "I
mean responsibilities in the world that other people live in and that might not be yours. Just now it isn't, and that's why in New York I was exactly the wrong person for you to know—because I indulge you and keep you from growing up."
 "Why don't you stop?"
 "I'll try. The trouble is, I like to indulge you."
 "You're exactly the right person for me to know," Therese said.
 "Am I?"
 On the street, Therese said, "I don't suppose Harge would like it if he knew we were away on a trip, either, would he?"
 "He's not going to know about it."
 "Do you still want to go to Washington?"
 "Absolutely, if you've got the time. Can you stay away all of February?"
 Therese nodded.
• "Do you mean that about not writing to him? That's your decision?" Carol asked.
• "Yes."
 Therese watched Carol knock the water out of her toothbrush, and turn from the basin, blotting her face with a towel. Nothing about Richard mattered so much to her as the way Carol blotted her face with a towel.
 "Let's say no more," Carol said.
 She knew Carol would say no more. She knew Carol had been pushing her toward him, until this moment. Now it seemed it might all have been for this moment as Carol turned and walked toward her and her heart took a giant's step forward.
• It was an evening Therese would never forget, and unlike most such evenings, this one registered as unforgettable while it still lived. It was a matter of the bag of popcorn they shared, the circus, and the kiss Carol gave her back of some booth in the performers' tent. It was a matter of that particular enchantment that came from Carol—though Carol took their good times so for granted—seemed to work on all the world around them, a matter of everything going perfectly, without disappointments or hitches, going just as they wished it to.
• "What's going to happen when we get back to New York? It can't be the same, can it?"
 "Yes," Carol said. "Till you get tired of me."
 Therese laughed. She heard the soft snap of Carol's scarf end in the wind.
 "We might not be living together, but it'll be the same."
 They couldn't live together with Rindy, Therese knew. It was useless to dream of it. But it was more than enough that Carol promised in words it would be the same.
• Carol picked up her wine glass and said, "Chateau Neuf-du-Pape in Nebraska. What'll we drink to?"
 "Us."
 It was something like the morning in Waterloo, Therese thought, a time too absolute and flawless to seem real, though it was real, not merely props in a play—their brandy glasses on the mantel, the row of deers' horns above, Carol's cigarette lighter, the fire itself. But at moments she felt like an actor, remembered only now and then her identity with a sense of surprise, as if she had been playing in these last days the part of someone else, someone
fabulously and excessively lucky. She looked up at the fir branches fixed in the rafters, at the man and woman talking inaudibly together at a table against the wall, at the man alone at his table, smoking his cigarette slowly. She thought of the man sitting with the newspaper in the hotel in Waterloo. Didn't he have the same colorless eyes and the long creases on either side of his mouth? Or was it only that this moment of consciousness was so much the same as that other moment?
 They spent the night in Lusk, ninety miles away.
• Carol wanted her with her, and whatever happened they would meet it without running. How was it possible to be afraid and in love, Therese thought. The two things did not go together.
How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.
• But there were other days when they drove out into the mountains alone, taking any road they saw. Once they came upon a little town they liked and spent the night there, without pajamas or toothbrushes, without past or future, and the night became another of those islands in time, suspended somewhere in the heart or in the memory, intact and absolute.
• Carol went into the bathroom arid turned on the shower.
 Therese came in after her. "I thought I was using this John."
 "I'm using it, but I'll let you come in."
 "Oh, thanks." Therese took off her robe as Carol did.
 "Well?" Carol said.
 "Well?" Therese stepped under the shower.
 "Of all the nerve." Carol got under it, too, and twisted Therese's arm behind her, but Therese only giggled.
 Therese wanted to embrace her, kiss her, but her free arm reached out convulsively and dragged Carol's head
against her, under the stream of water, and there was the horrible sound of a foot slipping.
 "Stop it, we'll fall!" Carol shouted. "For Christ's sake, can't two people take a shower in peace?"
• Carol wanted to know everything she had done, how the roads were, and whether she had on the yellow pajamas or the blue ones. "I'll have a hard time getting to sleep tonight without you."
 "Yes." Immediately, out of nowhere, Therese felt tears pressing behind her eyes.
 "Can't you say anything but yes?"
 "I love you.
• "Carol does?" Dutch said, turning to her as he polished a lass.
 Then a strange resentment rose in Therese because he had said her name, and she made a resolution not to speak of Carol again at all, not to anyone in the city.
• She wrote to Carol late that night.
 The news is wonderful. I celebrated with a single daiquiri at the Warrior. Not that I am conservative, but did you know that one drink has the kick of three when you are alone?... I love this town because it all reminds me of you. I know you don't like it any more than any other town, but that isn't the point. I mean you are here as much as I can bear you to be, not being here...
• In the library, she looked at books with photographs of Europe in
them, marble fountains in Sicily, ruins of Greece in sunlight, and she wondered if she and Carol would really ever go there. There was still so much they had not done. There was the first voyage across the Atlantic. There were simply the mornings, mornings anywhere, when she could lift her head from a pillow and see Carol's face, and know that the day was theirs and that nothing would separate them.
• They were happy weeks—you knew it more than I did. Though all we have known is only a beginning. I meant to try to tell you in this letter that you don't even know the rest and perhaps you never will and are not supposed to—meaning destined to. We never fought, never came back knowing there was nothing else we wanted in heaven or hell but to be together. Did you ever care for me that much, I don't know. But that is all part of it and all we have known is only a beginning. And it has been such a short time.
• You say you love me however I am and when I curse. I say I love you always, the person you are and the person you will become. I would say it in a court if it would mean anything to those people or possibly change anything, because those are not the words I am afraid of.
• And she remembered Carol saying, I like to see you walking. When I see you from a distance, I feel you're walking on the palm of my hand and you're about five inches high. She could hear Carol's soft voice under the babble of the wind, and she grew tense, with bitterness and fear. She walked faster, ran a few steps, as if she could run out of that morass of love and hate and resentment in which her mind suddenly floundered.
• Something Carol had said once came suddenly to her mind: every adult has secrets. Said as casually as Carol said everything, stamped as indelibly in her brain as the address she had written on the sales slip in Frankenberg's. She had an impulse to tell Dannie the rest, about the picture in the library, the picture in
the school. And about the Carol who was not a picture, but a woman with a child and a husband, with freckles on her hands and a habit of cursing, of growing melancholy at unexpected moments, with a bad habit of indulging her will. A woman who had endured much more in New York than she had in South Dakota. She looked at Dannie's eyes, at his chin with the faint cleft. She knew that up to now she had been under a spell that prevented her from seeing anyone in the world but Carol.
• Once that had been impossible, and had been what she wanted most in the world. To live with her and share everything with her, summer and winter, to walk and read together, to travel together. And she remembered the days of resenting Carol, when she had imagined Carol asking her this, and herself answering no.
 "Would you?" Carol looked at her.
 Therese felt she balanced on a thin edge. The resentment was gone now.
 Nothing but the decision remained now, a thin line suspended in the air, with nothing on either side to push her or pull her. But on the one side, Carol, and on the other an empty question mark. On the one side, Carol, and it would be different now, because they were both different. It would be a world as unknown as the world just past had been when she first entered it. Only now, there were no obstacles. Therese thought of Carol's perfume that today meant nothing. A blank to be filled in, Carol would say.
• The lights were not bright, and she did not see her at first, half hidden in the shadow against the far wall, facing her. Nor did Carol see her. A man sat opposite her, Therese did not know who. Carol raised her hand slowly and brushed her hair back, once on either side, and Therese smiled because the gesture was Carol, and it was Carol she loved and would always love. Oh, in a different way now, because she was a different person, and it was like meeting Carol all over again, but it was still Carol and no one else. It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell. Therese waited. Then as she was
about to go to her Carol saw her, seemed to stare at her incredulously a moment while Therese watched the slow smile growing, before her arm lifted suddenly, her hand waved a quick, eager greeting that Therese had never seen before. Therese walked toward her.
 
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毫无疑问，《卡罗尔》在视觉上有出众的细腻美感。影片的摄影风格节制，冷静，有着极强的艺术性，仿佛每一帧都可以被定格为精致优雅的画报。相较之下，《卡罗尔》的剧情似乎偏弱，被许多人评价为格局小，新意少，只是专注的讲述了一段隐秘深刻的爱情，而无更多对社会的注解与批判。

然而我认为，《卡罗尔》的格局并不小，它对政治和社会的批判只是没有在剧情大纲里直接表现出来而已。

实际上，电影的美学形式和内涵并不应该被泾渭分明的区分开来。《卡罗尔》对“大格局”的野心，恰恰体现在一些电影构图的小细节里：镜头下那些看似空洞的精致布景，可能蕴藏着丰富的象征，使电影表达的内涵远不限于剧本故事本身。而这其实才是电影有别于文学的独特魅力。

比如，《卡罗尔》中常出现一个有趣的取景角度：镜头常常是透过玻璃窗望向迷蒙的人物或城市街道的。那么这时常隔在视线中的玻璃窗应该被怎样解读呢？


1. 女性的困境

《卡罗尔》中的确没有激进的政治宣言，也没有热血的抗争，有的只是两位女主角之间静水深流的爱。然而，即使没有露骨地政治性批判，影片许多小细节都微妙地暗示了50年代美国女性的“不自由”。

鲁尼·马拉所饰演的百货公司售货员特芮丝在初见凯特所饰演的富裕家庭主妇卡罗尔时，调笑地说着，我很乐意带你去看我爱的火车模型，但现在我只能被困在这个洋娃娃专柜后。

当卡罗尔为了与女儿相见，只能同丈夫的家人一起用餐，她不断辩解着自己见的是心理理疗师而非医生。似乎在用一种间接隐晦但又毫无退让的方式坚持着自己的同性爱倾向并不是疾病。而极为讽刺的细节是，此时餐桌旁的电视里，某位名人正激昂地演讲着“自由”的美利坚所拥有的那个“自由”的未来。

50年代的美国女性已经拥有了选举投票权。但发生在60年代的，致力于解救中产阶级女性于家庭主妇命运的第二波女权主义，还远没有席卷美国。而一直要到80年代，女同性恋的权益才被纳入女权主义的讨论范围内。这些在法律上已拥有选举权的女性，看似已经身处在一个自由而平等的社会，然而卡罗尔显然并不“自由”。尤其当法律指认她的同性爱是道德问题，并剥夺她见女儿的权利时。

所以，当特芮丝坐在男性友人的汽车后座，隔着起雾的玻璃窗望向纽约夜间的街道和愉悦的行人时，或是当她站在卡罗尔家里，透过窗户望见正与丈夫纠缠吵闹地卡罗尔时——镜头的语言都是极富深意的。

表面上看来，她望向的“自由”的城市空间，或是她默默爱恋的人，就在她触手可及的地方。但如果她真的伸出手，触摸到的只能是冰冷的窗玻璃。



卡罗尔在与特芮丝分开后，正是经历了这样的幻觉和困境：她坐在汽车的后座，透过玻璃窗看见身着红衣的特芮丝行走在窗外的街道上。她的渴望已经近在咫尺，但她并不能真正得到。她能做的只有静坐在车里，继续前往裁决她命运的听证会。

从这个角度来看，影片中的玻璃窗可能象征着一种自由无拘束的幻觉，一种伪善的囚禁。换句话说，50年代的美国给女性开了一张“平等自由”的空头支票，自由对她们来说看得见却摸不着，她们依然在社会限制的眼光中周身不得动弹。而《卡罗尔》中频繁出现的玻璃窗意象，则是用艺术性的方式进行了类似的政治批评。

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2. 都市人的孤独

但是，电影中的玻璃窗显然远不止一种解读的方式。在我看来，除了女权政治相关的批评之外，玻璃窗这个意象还使《卡罗尔》有了对城市生活的批判性思考。

电影中有两组相似的镜头，出现在卡罗尔两次与法律系统关于女儿抚养权的失败交涉后。镜头里，卡罗尔独自站或坐在落地玻璃窗后，窗外大街上匆匆行人的身影也隐约倒映在玻璃上。

于是镜头记录下的是一个忧郁的错觉：在窗玻璃的平面上，卡罗尔的影子与窗外行人的影子叠在一起，似乎正身处在窗外行人的包围之中；然而事实是她独身一人，与城市的人群远远相隔。这其实正是都市生活中人最容易产生的情感。穿梭在城市空间中的都市人每日要遇见许许多多的陌生人，然而个体的孤独却始终难解。



与此同时，卡罗尔与特芮丝身为陌生人的一见钟情，大概是对城市偶遇最浪漫的想象。但是电影并没有用很浓烈的笔墨刻画她们变得亲密的过程，一切是克制而隐秘的。

《卡罗尔》仅用几个简洁的场景就描摹出她们的心意相通：在卡罗尔与丈夫争吵后，我们看到的是她没有泪水的悲伤。然而目睹了一切后的特芮丝乘火车归家，身旁的窗玻璃上却影映着她哭泣的脸。

一个简单的镜头就已经述说了所有。特芮丝的悲伤显然是与卡罗尔的一种共情。虽然此时她与卡罗尔只是仅见过三面的“陌生人”，她却仿佛感同身受着卡罗尔的痛苦，并代替她流下了眼泪。

由此看来，在《卡罗尔》中，玻璃窗的意向是复杂的：它既映照了城市人群的孤独，也成为了照出都市人内心感情的镜子。

无论是哪一种解读，其实都不仅仅局限于两位女主人公之间所谓“私人”的爱情。这些细节所投射的其实是一些社会性的情感：“城里人”的孤独和对知己的渴求。这个“大格局”的主题在电影史上早已被讨论了千万遍，但《卡罗尔》的高明之处在于其注重视觉美感的隐晦处理。没有过多义正言辞的说教和矫情烂俗的桥段，孤独和爱都通过精妙的摄影构图和玻璃窗这个视觉主题来呈现，让观众自己去看去感受。

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3. 电影艺术本身

然而，也许在大部分电影观众看来，《卡罗尔》中的玻璃窗到底意味着什么根本不重要。更重要的是，因为这些巧用玻璃窗的光影来拍摄的镜头，《卡罗尔》拥有了一种独特的美，并能让人置身一种怅然的情怀。

从某种程度上，其实无论是特芮丝手中的相机镜头，还是用以拍摄电影的相机镜头，都可以看做是一扇“玻璃窗”：特芮丝透过相机看到卡罗尔摄人心魄的美。而我们作为电影观众，透过托德海因斯的摄像机，看到的是一个能牵动人心弦的光影世界。

托德·海因斯本身就是一个影迷。他与所有观众一样，深深地迷恋着电影艺术的光影。《卡罗尔》复古的质感来源于胶片电影的独有魅力，同时也是导演继《远离天堂》之后，又一次对50年代好莱坞通俗喜剧大师道格拉斯·塞克的致敬。

关于塞克的电影，最著名的莫过于对比感强烈的配色。《卡罗尔》的色调是同样大胆的：从片中鲁尼·马拉常戴的那顶鲜艳的红黄相间的毛呢帽，到凯特·布兰切特雍容的衣着中点缀着的鲜橘色丝巾，总能成为纽约阴沉的冬天里亮眼的风景。

除了塞克，《卡罗尔》中两位女主人公的公路旅行也像是对著名女权电影《末路狂花》的致敬。只是与《末路狂花》中摧毁男权的旅程全然不同，当卡罗尔在愤怒中向偷窥她的私家侦探举起枪，那把枪里却并没有子弹。显然，在托德·海因斯的镜头下，卡罗尔与特芮丝并没有成为维权先锋。但海因斯用电影独特的美学形式书写了她们最美丽的感情，和最沉默的抗争。

无论是从女性主义角度的批评还是对城市生活的复杂刻画，《卡罗尔》首要顾及的从来不是政治正确和煲出正能量心灵鸡汤。影片的出发点始终在人与人之间的隐秘感情，这大概也是为什么许多人会觉得《卡罗尔》拘泥于儿女情长。然而我欣赏托德海因斯的视角，因为我也认为，在庞大的社会机器里，只有人的感情是永远无法被定义的变量。无论多么“大格局”的政治抗争和社会批评，都起源于个体因不愿放弃私人情感而勇敢突破禁忌。

在电影的结尾，当特芮丝终于在宴会的人群中走向卡罗尔，这一次她的视线里终于没有了玻璃窗的阻隔，也没有了她的相机，她坦然地走向了卡罗尔。手持摄像摇晃的镜头从她的视角望出去，我们看到卡罗尔的微笑。

* 部分原文投稿于《大众电影》杂志

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「Carol就像她身上的秘密，扩散到整座房子里；也像一道光，只有她才看得见，别人都看不见。」
——《盐的代价》


　　一直想为这部电影写些感想，因为它留给我的余韵实在太长，我很少在短时间内把一部电影看两遍，而Carol就是这样的电影，在细节上充满惊喜，第一次看并不一定能察觉的，第二次或许就能挖掘出来。这部片子没有太多的对白跟剧情，节奏缓慢，全片着重在两位主角的神韵交流和肢体动作上，运用了大量的电影语言等待观众发现。以及，如果更细心观察的话，你会看见这部描绘1950年代的电影里处处是导演的巧思，每一帧画面、配乐、镜头、服饰、摆设都有意涵，节奏控制在两个小时以内，并没有哪一分哪一秒被浪费掉。

　　在电影一开场画面还未出来之时，可以清楚听到火车驶过轨道的声音，交通工具在Carol里有其特殊意义，例如火车象征追寻「自由」，Theres和Carol第一次见面，Theses就表示自己喜爱火车，不爱娃娃，而娃娃有另一层意涵，对女性的物化以及任人摆布。而火车也意味著兜转了一圈必然回归原点，所以影片首尾呼应。第二种交通工具是计程车，当Carol坐在计程车上时，隔着车窗望着过马路的Theres离自己越来越远，以及Therese在离开茶叙之后，看到相似Carol的妇人而触景生情，计程车是「错过」的象征。第三种交通工具真正串连起两个人，就是Carol开的小客车，两人的一趟公路之旅从纽约州（纽泽西）开到爱荷华州（滑铁卢）将近1600公里，小客车在此处就是「亲密」的象征，这个空间既私密又无旁人，给予两人极大的安全感，因此剧中许多重要的情绪表达都在车上发生，例如经过林肯隧道时，Theres难掩深情、近乎痴汉的望着Carol，照原著小说的描写Theres几乎是「恨不得隧道崩塌，让两人死在一起」，又例如Carol跟Harge争执完后载Theres去车站，车上的两人几乎快要崩溃，之后像是Carol感伤的想起女儿然后为一旁熟睡的Theres盖被，Theres在车上大口吃苹果、天气转暖时Theres帮正在开车的Carol脱下大衣，以及滑铁卢事件之后，Theres在车上内疚的大哭，都可以显现出小客车空间的重要性。

　　电影虽然没有太多对白，但是充分运用了五感：视觉、听觉、触觉、嗅觉、味觉。用痴汉Theres的观点来说就是：Carol好美、Carol的声音好好听、Carol碰的我浑身酥麻、Carol的香水好香、跟Carol在一起时我胃口很好。这是多么细腻的描写，爱一个人就是全神贯注，仿佛所有的感官都为他而生，因此当某些人说这部电影美的太不真实时，我并不同意这样的看法，因为陷在爱情中的人眼里的一切就是那么美，这样反到真实。剧中也大量运用镜子、玻璃、车窗来呈现人物画面，这些当然都是有意义的，例如镜子反映内心，玻璃象征迷茫，从车窗望去的人影则是可望不可得。



　　电影主要配乐Opening传达给我的感觉是清冷、寂寥、干净、纯粹，有点像是Edward Hopper画作的音乐版，也许因为故事主线发生在圣诞节前后，同时有一种冰雪待融的味道和隐隐约约的忧伤、无奈，就像两位主角的感情，是那样克制又压抑，但音乐最末出现转折似的放缓，像是留下希望的伏笔，导演在剧情上也是类似的处理手法，平淡底下藏着波涛汹涌，只有两位主角和观众才知会。而正当你以为压抑到极限会来一场大爆发的时候，感情来的却是那么不温不火，不狗血也不无趣，导演抓到了一个很好的情绪平衡点，而两位演员的表现更是让人赞叹，这样的片子如果没有高超的演技和默契是无法驾驭的，所以后来的床戏是那么的自然又令人感动吧。

　　说到第一场床戏，那是整个电影院最安静的时候，没有交谈、没有咳嗽、没有吃食的声响，所有人静谧的像宇宙，我甚至能感受到后排的人在屏气凝神，不愿意错过任何一个影格，因为Carol和Theres两人之间的情欲交流实在太美，大概是我看过最美的床戏，这里又要夸赞Todd Haynes一番，幸好他没有直男式的审美，许多传统导演的床戏往往拍的情色甚至猥亵，但Carol完全不会给我这种感觉，我所看见的只是爱情。

　　有些人会说换成异性恋这不过就是个寻常故事，对，但这部电影本来就不是在描绘传统异性恋的爱情（我亦不会把Carol归类为同性之爱，它就是因爱而爱），如果Carol换成中年男性在解裤腰带，估计Therese就要变成龙纹身的女孩了，而那搭在Theres肩上的纤细双手也变成了咸猪手，你看观众会不会杀了导演。

　　第二场床戏是悲伤的，是离别前的预告，不过其实这场戏是Cate跟Rooney的第一场对手戏，导演表示目的是让两个演员破冰，及早培养默契，所以可以看见这场床戏的Rooney满脸通红到耳根，第一次跟偶像演戏就是热吻（13岁起的偶像），还真是难为Rooney了。

　　做为Therese女神的Carol由Cate来饰演真的再适合不过，我无法想像第二人选，任何的角色到到Cate手上都是行云流水，演魔比魔更魔，演仙比仙还仙，从伊莉沙白到精灵女王都是无法超越的经典，他不只能演攻，在《丑闻笔记》里也演过柔弱的守。话说Cate和Todd第一次合作就是饰演Bob Dylan，他是六位Bob Dylan扮演者中唯一的女性，却是最像Bob Dylan的一位，Cate的成功便是没有一个他所扮演的角色会让人想起那是Cate Blanchett，而这正是许多演员做不到的，让所饰演的角色真正独立存在。


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　　不过给我更多惊奇的是Rooney，在这部电影之前我完全不知道他是谁，那个让他一炮而红获得奥斯卡最佳女主角提名的《龙纹身的女孩》，我是在看完Carol后才接着看，简直不敢相信两个巨大反差的角色是同一人，从甜美可人转向反社会黑暗人格难度已经够高，饰演过Lisbeth Salander后还能饰演回纯真的Therese更是不可思议。剧中Carol对Therese的形容我倒是觉得很符合Rooney本身的气质：「奇怪的女孩，像是天外来客/犹在天外」(What a strange girl you are, flung out of space.)。

　　Therese跟Carol若要说共通点，那就是都有神秘感，但Carol的神秘是一种历练和岁月久经的智慧，Carol到哪都会是全场焦点，他也能轻松的驾驭周遭，他的神秘感是拥有看穿一切的能力，而旁人却猜不透他；但Therese的神秘感却是先天的自外于人，他不在意周遭的看法，他的神秘感也包含了对自己的不了解，而他无意解开，就像他无意了解周遭，剧中跨年夜的告白很能说明这个迹象：「我总是独自一个人，在人群中」。




　　关于神秘感这个部分，其实把Therese跟Carol换成Rooney跟Cate也一样说得通，这是我看完Carol的几个访谈后的感想。演员跟所饰演的角色性格往往是有差距的，但演员赋予角色的气质却多半是自身拥有的，说到其中一个访谈里Cate对Rooney有如下的描述，我觉得很是精准：「许多人尝试形容Rooney独有的特质，不外乎说是神秘，我的确明白他们的意思，在Rooney安静的外表下，藏着静水流深的智慧，但他实际上的工作方式、他的优雅，以及他作为一名演员所做出的选择，又让他有一种相当纯粹的澄澈，你们会说澄澈和神秘是奇怪的组合，但就是这样」。

　　Rooney的个人特点是能让两种看似矛盾的特质同时存在（清澈又神秘，时尚又古典），他所饰演的Theres虽然因为纯真无辜而被戏称为小白兔，但在Carol跟丈夫Harge争执的那场戏里，我好像看见了雷普利（The Talented Mr. Ripley）的影子，Theres这个表情仿佛在说「我愿意帮Carol『处理』掉Harge」，如果剧情真照那样发展也挺Highsmith式的（笑）。 Therese这个角色本身就是作者Highsmith的化身，Highsmith可是悬疑犯罪小说见长的，他怎么可能真的那么无邪。再提到有趣的一点，编剧Phyllis Nagy是Highsmith的忘年之交，他表示在片场暗暗观察Rooney时，Rooney的许多动作和气质令他想起了Highsmith。

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　　外显上Carol强势而Therese柔弱，但不安全感其实都是由Carol承担，相反地，Therese反而有一种初生之犊不畏虎的勇气。 Carol要面对亲情和爱情的艰难选择，甚至为此吃上官司，还必须看心理医生来矫正性向（挺感谢电影把这一部分淡化）；而Therese的困扰则是无关社会压力，只是他个人对于这段感情的疑惑，他面对女神时的不自信和不确定，他的世界里只有Carol，但Carol的世界里却不只是Therese。所以Abby这个最重要的配角就是凸显Carol和Therese的距离，Carol从来只找Abby求助，更加显现Therese在他心中只是个未经世事的小孩，Therese太年轻也正是造成他们关系脆弱、不平衡的原因之一。 Therese虽然想摆脱被照顾者的角色，却力不从心，唯一成功的一次保护是发现Carol带枪后，两人从两间房变一间房；两张床变一张床。

　　所以后来的分手桥段是如此的必要，这正是让Therese加速成长的关键，Therese曾说：「我从来不懂得拒绝，我又怎么能知道自己真正要的是什么」，其实Therese到是挺会拒绝的，拒绝了男友的欧洲旅行邀约、拒绝了男友的求婚、拒绝了好友Danny的吻，唯独对Carol的要求无法拒绝，他心甘情愿成为Carol的猎物，但也造成两人无法成为互相扶持的伴侣，Therese在公路旅行中似乎也感受到这一点而为之困扰，Carol一直担任司机（照顾者、引领者）便是两人关系不平等的隐喻。 Therese太像是Carol的第二个女儿，而Carol如果被迫在两个女儿之间二选一，那Therese肯定输给Rindy。回想起Therese在Carol家时，明明身为客人却帮忙准备茶点，除了凸显两人的阶级差异之外，应该也有这样一份含义。

　　第二晚的缠绵之后，Therese在疲惫中醒来，已不见爱人的存在，赶忙来收拾烂摊子的是Abby，Therese从床上起身而坐，棉被紧掩着一丝不挂的身体，此时的神色尽是被始乱终弃的难堪（Carol你这个渣男）。跟Abby一起吃早餐，但Theres平时的好胃口（欲望）已然随着Carol的消失而消失，此处再给Rooney神一样的演技一个赞叹，只有几句台词，眼神却道尽了所有委屈跟憔悴。这应该是剧中Therese最痛苦的时候，但就和整场戏一样，人物的情绪表现依旧收敛，我原本以为Todd是借此表现50年代的低调与压抑，但后来想想不只是如此，许多导演在处理女性角色的情绪时，往往落入父权刻板印象，把女性描绘的歇斯底里，而Todd想展现的女性是坚毅、优雅又理性的，在遭逢打击时特别如是。对照本剧的男性角色，除了Danny之外，不外乎是蛮横（Harge）、鲁莽（Jack）、愚蠢（Richard）甚至猥琐的（私家侦探）。

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　　无论如何，那只被爱人甩了的兔子开始有所转变，换了工作，如愿朝兴趣发展、离开男友，不再迁就、经济条件改善，摆脱学生造型，在社会条件上开始像个「大人」 。同一个时间点，Carol在前往律师与前夫会面的路上，透过计程车的车窗望见了许久不见的Therese，眼里尽是渴望的Carol再也不能假装不在意，他开始明白自己始终要的是什么，所以后来与前夫会面时，他终于愿意对女儿放手，表示自己快乐，女儿才可能快乐，这一段的Carol既脆弱又坚强的让人心疼。这里甚至在众人面前做了出柜宣言：「我不否定录音带里的内容」、「我不会否认这段感情」，对于前夫更是歉疚的表示：没能给你幸福我很抱歉，但我希望你幸福，而我也想光明的追求自己的幸福。

　　于是有了后来的茶叙，Carol依旧是晚到那一位，但Therese已不是开头那个殷切的望着窗外寻找Carol身影的单纯女孩，他带着戒备，已不甘于做为猎物。 Therese这时的扮相实在是太像Audrey Hepburn，有点好奇造型师当时在想什么，但我想说干的好，赏心悦目之外，也显现了Rooney的可塑性之高。虽说演员终究是他们自己，但Rooney跟Audrey Hepburn却有几分相似，这让我想起另一位演技派Natalie Portman，也常被喻为Hepburn，如果说Natalie是知性与平易近人的Hepburn，那么Rooney就是神秘与空灵的Hepburn。

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　　在压抑、束缚的50年代，公共场所抽烟反而显得自由，电影中的抽烟场景多不胜数，香烟在此处有一种女性情欲自主的味道，电影里的男性角色都没有抽烟的镜头。因此当Carol和Therese再度见面之时，就像他们第一次吃饭，Carol又一次询问是否抽烟，只是这一次Therese断然拒绝，除了表示自己已学会说不，在两人的关系之中不再处于下风之外，同时也暗示Therese做出了违心之论，所以接着面对Carol的同居邀约，Therese又做出了一个No，Carol受到不小的打击，难掩失望，但毕竟自己抛弃Therese在先，Therese的拒绝也是合情合理。 Carol又一次示软，表示自己九点在某地还有晚餐，问Therese愿不愿意来，Therese沉默已示，Carol终于忍不住放了大绝，深情的说出了那三个字：I love you。

　　然而冒失鬼Jack的出现打断了Therese做出回应的可能，此处又接回电影开头，一切就像Carol信中所说Everything comes full circle. 现在观众知道一开场时，那看似平凡的聚餐对两人是何等重要、底下藏着多少情绪了，Jack一句简单的问候，就把两人脆弱的爱情打回原点，真是千古罪人。再给导演一个赞，能够把平凡的事物拍的不平凡，需要深厚的功力和超出常人的细心，而这向来不是习惯快餐的好莱坞电影风格，但正是因为这样的平凡，才更贴近你我的生活日常，我们都可能成为Carol或Therese，我们都是大时代里的小人物，主角们要面对的课题我们或也有一天需要面对。

　　Jack的介入迫使Carol及早离场，留下一句别有意味的：「你俩玩的愉快」，此时的特写全都留给Therese一人，Therese的心思还停留在Carol的深情告白里，而全戏最经典的触碰跟眼神在这里出现，Carol的手搭上Therese的肩，接着轻轻一按，Therese情不自禁的闭上双眼，这短短的几秒，整个世界在他的内心翻转不已，直到Carol离去之后，他才懊悔的开始寻找爱人身影。 Rooney高超的演技让无声胜有声，所有的挣扎与深情全在眼神里，做为观众的我的心情也很自然的随着Therese起伏和纠结。

　　Therese离开饭店后并没有马上去找Carol，朦胧的车窗再次暗示了角色内心的迷惘，像是为了确认刚才不是被一时的迷恋冲昏头，Therese前往了朋友举办的派对，却只感觉到自己的格格不入，拒绝了新的追求者后，躲进厕所抽烟的他意识到了自己要的是Carol，于是离开派对，在夜色下招了车便前往Carol所在的餐厅，火车的声音再度出现，仿佛Therese进行了一场冒险，旅程结束，火车将Therese带回Carol身边，成为一个圆。不顾柜台领班的要求，Therese径自走进餐厅寻人，呼应两人初识的百货也是在人群中，不同的是这一次Therese学会了主动追寻，心爱的Carol终于现身在人群里，依旧优雅美丽，配乐响起，两人旁若无人的凝望着彼此。

　　你以为自己像座火山，急于安放炽热的情感，但你的爱人拥有平抚一座火山的能力，所以此刻你前所未有的平静。

　　配乐戛然而止，留下一个完美的逗点。

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[一部可以给死姬佬们带来全程高能观影体验的电影 －－ 写实的副标题］

（严重细节剧透，没有顺序，风格跳脱，想哪儿写哪儿）（似乎重点都跑到了补充内容里…）
（原影评因为下载链接给的太明显被删掉了…心塞＝ ＝）

作为一个三线电影节，斯德哥尔摩把凯特女王在出租车里追寻玛拉妹子身影的图当作宣传海报实在是太具吸引力，比电影的官方海报还要好。为此甘愿自掏观影史中最贵的一场电影票。

影片开始前和朋友说，不要跟我微信，我要把有限的精力投入到两个小时听力理解中，因为一点都不想错过。七百人的剧院场子，上座率至少在80%。根据全片的笑点判断，得有半场子的基佬拉拉，散场后看到涌出的人中不少拉拉脸；至于基佬，这整个城市的本地男性看着都像基佬。

原著小说刚看到第九章，因此没法对比，其实也不需要对比，毕竟是两种不同的表达方式，很多细腻的情感两小时的电影表现不出来，所以不应代入对原著的情感。即便这部片子不牵扯到同性恋情，从阵容到布景也足够引人了，再加上预告片和一些流出片段，拍摄和剪辑炸了，演技也炸了，又怎能错过如此炸裂的电影？

开头就是两人坐在一起面对面喝茶，我心想不对啊书里不这么写的，后来意识到雾草这是倒叙/全文首尾呼应，脑子里蹦出了context这个词于是跳戏五秒钟。接着闪回到两个人初见那场戏。Carol站在最远端的柜台，Therese先注意到，Carol看过来，两人对上眼，顺便把我也看怀孕了。现在闭上眼回想凯特女王的那个眼神，依旧浑身发麻，还有一种被人打了一拳胸腔里一声闷响的感觉。这是值奥斯卡最佳女主提名的一瞥，十足的穿透力，因此Therese的crush一点也不突兀。两人的第一段交谈从洋娃娃开始，到小火车送货上门结束，凯特女王谁听谁怀孕的声音和看谁谁生娃的眼神，对于Therese都是绝命无情杀。一个刚入社会的小女孩，面对一个来自更高阶层、举止优雅、面容中透着神秘的成熟女性，瞬间被吸引是在情理之中的。对于手套，个人认为是Carol故意留下，因为Therese说她四岁的时候喜欢小火车，如此strange的小姑娘对于一个不用上班还在离婚中的Carol十分新奇；而Therese明显因为那一瞥就爱上了，她把手套按送货地址寄过去时心中也是期望能和Carol再有接触，所以双方都是心 怀 不 轨

剧本剪掉书中的一些关于Therese着实是一个很难对别人说不的小姑娘的情节，改成了她和Carol吃饭时的对白（对Richard和Jack她也没有明确说过不）。第一次通话约饭，Therese答应；初饭时Carol邀请来家中做客，又答应了，"strange girl you are"，但Therese对Carol的yes都是喜悦而肯定的，不像对别人只是not no。剧本还把Therese的工作从场工变成摄影，这个改动无比适合电影表现－包含着爱意拍摄的影像可以最直观地表现出当事人的情感，压箱底的照片也在后来提醒Therese你还爱着Carol。给编剧加个澳龙。

凯特女王全程演技炸表，勾引挑逗玛拉妹子的时候，作为一个姬佬我也是各种屏气凝神/心跳加速/心脏停搏，因此玛拉妹子演技在凯特女王全程高能下很容易被忽略，至少在观影的时候是没注意到的。但回想起来，玛拉妹子片中演技担当与女王其实平分秋色。如果说凯特女王负责撩拨观影姬佬和掰弯看片直妹，玛拉妹子就是在表现一个现实中被撩拨被掰弯的小姑娘。因为自然。Therese面对Carol时的表现就是一个普通人在生活中面对突如其来的crush应有的表现，不做作，不夸张，却又传达出了内心活动。弹琴那段，Carol的双手搭在Therese肩上的那一刻，想象中我自己的反应和屏幕上看到的Therese的反应是一毛一样的。那是一种全部感官都被放大放缓的感受，心脏有力的跳动之声占据整个大脑，似乎能感受到所有血管的舒张和收缩，听到血液的流淌，心中的兴奋与期待，玛拉妹子全都表现出来了，一个短短的镜头里。所以玛拉妹子更值得奥斯卡最佳女主提名。鉴于蓝色茉莉女王拿奖拿到吐，所以期待奥斯卡长眼让玛拉妹子提名然后拿奖。

说到演技，片中Carol是个很张扬的角色，但凯特女王并没让这个角色显得狂放，却在一个热 爱 穿 貂 还时常烈焰红唇的女子身上营造出了绝对的气质二字。后面和前夫妥协女儿抚养权那场戏，情绪从平缓向激动的转变，哭泣时的念白，旁边的鬼佬在这幕戏结束的时候来了句wow。

全片都很克制，Therese打包因为要和Carol去西部而和Richard吵架爆发了一下，然后克制住了，没有将滚吧别来烦我说出口；Carol跟前夫吵完架还找不到烟，气急败坏了一下然后又优雅的克制了；发现侦探偷拍应该是全片情绪最爆发的一段了，但还是以克制收尾；Therese被一个人留在旅店后也没有伤心到嚎啕大哭（啊她在回程路上因为伤心而下车呕吐的时候脑子里想的是这一幕在逼站上一定会被“妹子怀孕了”刷屏）（误）；Carol的那封信内容语气也极为克制，虽然凯特女王的声音无疑是一剂催产素（但还是想吐槽最后一句I release you 是特么什么鬼，简直渣男附体好么）；船戏却是克制的爆发，仿佛是一缕轻烟在一个空球体中出现，然后慢慢散开，越来越浓，最后充斥了整个球体，最终融合成了一个有份量的固态的实心球体。

一共两分钟左右的船戏在我看来有五分多钟的感觉，可能是太过全情投入拉长了时空。吸鼻涕的，清嗓子的，吃爆米花的，调整坐姿的都没了声音，船戏结束后无声的几秒钟全场也是完全静音的状态，如同所有人都凝固在了各自的高潮余温中一般。又是扶住肩膀，而此时两人之间的关系彼此已经心知肚明，Therese并不再是心里小鹿乱撞，而是知道要发生什么的紧张和无措，再次赞玛拉妹子演技。

Therese的紧张和无措建立在两人之间的情感地位上，Carol占据主导地位－先出手，话题、活动都是由她引出，Therese积极回应每一件。全片Therese从未对Carol有主动的身体接触（关系暴露后的那晚Therese也不敢主动和Carol一床睡，再之后还关于抚养权产生自责），我倾向于Therese的自卑心理：不同阶级，不同阅历，让她不敢向Carol主动表达情感，仅有的一次主动打电话也没能在Carol挂电话之前把那句I miss you说出口，因此全片仅有的一句I love you是从示弱的Carol嘴里说出也就可以合理解释了。

Carol解开睡衣带的那刻，我呼吸都停止了，并且明确感受到自己脸红了orz…荧屏里的Therese显然也是大脑一片空白脸。太特么诱惑了。不知道书里怎么描写的这一块，但是这个动作秒杀一切前戏，有直接送人登顶的功效。更厉害的是，并没有接下来就宽衣解带，而是手扶着肩，两个人在镜中对视了一阵，然后Carol缓身吻向Therese，镜外是Carol的角度，镜中是Therese的角度，两个人各自的情感在同一画面中同时展现，在这里要给摄像跪，给导演跪。接下来依然克制，Therese停下来说take me to bed，也是两人走向床，Therese轻轻躺下，Carol解开Therese衣服，赞美身体，脱掉自己的睡袍，再俯身轻吻，才激烈起来。一段太美的船戏。
（凯特女王脱掉浴袍露出背上肌肉的时候，我从心脏停搏直接狂飙到心率180）

这段船戏中没有夹杂着情欲，只有两人的强烈情感。Carol的船戏里光影和配乐的运用，配合两位女主双双炸了的演技，足以让人屏息凝神地欣赏，让人在观看时感受到爱，（在有片源后）让人在想感受爱的时候翻出来回味，达到精神上的满足，而非看完想转身找人打一炮or想打炮却没人时的替代。另外我认为美好的船戏是让观众产生欣赏之情，哪怕美得不真实。与之相对的是阿呆尔的生活，里面的船戏拍得很“真实”（然而实际生活中并不），但作为姬佬我在观看过程中感到非常尴尬，因此空前绝后地在船戏时快进。Carol的船戏让我没有夹杂着色情视角进入了角色，而非旁观者，十分难得的体验。

影片结束在两人远远地对视中，正如开头的对视令两人相识，片末的对视是两人更新一层关系的开始，也是Therese最主动的一次行为。随着停留在凯特女王身上的镜头，我在片首怀上的孩子，也在步入到寒夜，同旁人一起点燃的烟中，思维还沉浸在电影里，生出来了。

（想写的太多，语言组织能力又太差，等思路捋清晰了再回来补充）
（结束滚幕上看到了柯达16mm胶片，当时激动的眼泪都快掉下来了，数字时代稀有的胶片电影啊！）
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补充一：
Carol送Therese相机和半箱子胶卷（还用脚把箱子踢近）和心情不好来一场说走就走的西部游彰显了她的主导地位－有钱任性。

补充二：
电影没有说明白Carol对Therese的感情是怎么开始的，从开头的挑逗通过接触弥补感情空缺逐渐升级成爱？这要是成立了，从Carol的角度故事就太不感人了…但两人明显就是真爱眼神。也许是因为Carol是主导方，因此观影时观众自动被主导，因此在Carol不脆弱的状态下没有参与进她的心理活动。还有结尾太仓促，Carol内心的挣扎展现得短小却并不有力，反而让人觉得是争女儿无望所以不能再失去Therese。但她是怎样意识到生活中不能缺了Therese也没有表现出来，只有在出租车里追寻Therese背影这一点，感觉再加15min的戏来说明一下也不多…不过这确实是不太好处理的一块，反正导演说budget is limited…

1127补充三：
看完电影的状态就是从掉坑到被活埋－再也出不来，于是跑去读原著，然而阅读速度捉急，已经无法满足对着文字意淫画面的需求，于是找到了英文有声书，下好分享给自愿跳坑被深埋的各位，九个半小时即可登极乐(微笑脸) （各种｜｜｜下载链接｜｜｜弄得我都不敢放了😂想下的直接管我要吧）

1128补充四：
两天的原著搞定过程里整个人陷入了魔障模式…把学校里所有的电影节海报都拿回家了…还给电影节写邮件讨要不同尺寸的海报…找来了所有和电影相关的访谈来看，表示玛拉妹子把头发散下来更漂亮，凯特女王影场老手各种问题应答得心应手。然而，遍寻整个油管carol的采访都没有找到NYFF放片结束有中国妹子提问环节说“中国姑娘们看完预告都弯了”的视频…只找到了伦敦电影节导演提到这段的访谈 http://www.bilibili.com/video/av3291892/ 希望有好心人找到NYFF的访谈视频
万能好心人Youth提供了NYFF视频地址http://video.weibo.com/show?fid=1034:5233a4f16b58f128a1906342834296da

1201补充五：
犯病继续中…每天靠trailer和clip度日等公映…感觉可以剪个短版电影出来了…
说说扶肩膀这件事，原著里也是认真刻画了好几次
影评没法传gif 动图在这里 http://www.douban.com/people/3984228/status/1764408485/



前面说过，这是一部极其克制的片子，只有我们这些心怀不轨的人才全程被撩。然而片中除了船戏两人为数不多的几次身体接触里，有三次轻抚肩膀杀让人印象深刻。感谢玛拉妹子炸天的表演，让屏外人对Therese可以感同身受。

／／第一幕，同时也是快到结尾幕的扶肩发生在Carol邀请Therese同住被拒绝然后放ILoveYou大招后。Carol是伤心的，因为这个No在她意料之外却又太合情合理。扶住Therese肩膀，Carol说you two have wonderful night，手指在肩上微微用力，后短促慌张的抬起。抗日剧里这是上战场前立flag的标准动作之一。指尖的力量里包含着爱与不舍，和诀别般的痛苦与遗憾。之后她保持优雅，从容离去。[楼主要回国，来个新年彩蛋吧1227，第一个留言发现彩蛋的国内包邮送一张电影节海报 如图

至于Therese，在Carol的手触碰到肩膀的那一刻，深吸一口气，转头偏向Carol，到三秒钟后手离开，放下提起的那口气，思绪却还停留在刚刚，接着是近似于喘息的深呼吸，心跳加快的反应。这段clip看了不下20遍，在不到十秒钟的画面里，双方对彼此的情感靠两个并不明显的动作完美诠释。

／／第二幕发生在Therese第一次去Carol家做客。Carol坐在地上，问起Therese偷拍事宜，然后谈起了人生理想事业规划。之后起身，轻轻走向弹奏中的Therese，双手扶住肩头，向侧轻抚，然后手离开。一个包含怜爱的举动。一个受情感驱使发生的动作。这是一个只可能发生在关系亲密、彼此接纳的人身上的动作。另外，在扶肩之前，Carol手在胸前轻抹了一下衣服。一般情况下这是由于紧张带来犹豫不决时无意识的动作。Carol为什么要紧张，我的理解是，那是她已经意识到自己对这个小姑娘已经不再是单纯的感兴趣了，并且多少发觉了Therese对自己不一样的情感。然而在当时的社会和她自己所处的生活状态中，她清楚了解两人如果走到一起，那将会有极大的风险，对彼此的生活影响很大，因此紧张和犹豫。

而Therese在手触到肩的那一瞬，整个人僵住了，电流从坐骨神经涌到大脑，breath taking。拷贝上文，“那是一种全部感官都被放大放缓的感受，心脏有力的跳动之声占据整个大脑，似乎能感受到所有血管的舒张和收缩，听到血液的流淌，心中的兴奋与期待玛拉妹子全都表现出来了，在一个短短的镜头里。”

／／第三幕是船戏前奏，没记错的话是可以分为两部分的：
#1Carol从后面走来，右手搭上Therese肩膀，左手慢慢捋着Therese的头发，谈起各自独自一人度过的新年夜。Therese说I'm not alone with you，伸手搭在了Carol的手上。两人在镜中对视(至少五秒)。从表情上看不太出两人的心理活动，只是可以肯定Therese心里是很高兴的，是那种可以和Carol分享生活的高兴；
#2Carol(左手)解开睡衣带，Therese变大脑空白脸，伴随紧张和无措，两人在镜中对视(至少三秒)，Carol缓身吻向Therese。

Carol主导了由#1向#2的转变。一直处于弱势和被动的Therese想必并没有会和Carol滚床单的想法，尤其是剧本删了我们心心念念的Don’t you know I love you桥段，Therese始终没有明确过Carol对她是怎样一种情感，到达什么程度，因此她不敢奢求什么。相对于爱，我更愿意把她对Carol的感情理解为爱慕(截止到滚床单前)。Carol对Therese的情感则应该是在旅途中慢慢升温的，从最初的感兴趣，到陪伴者，到深度陪伴者(和到最后的人生陪伴者)。旅行真的是情感发酵最强大的催化剂，全天候的陪伴如果没带来厌恶和嫌弃，那就只能让双方的感情向更深一层次发展。解开的睡衣带一方面是解开孤独，另一方面就是解开情感－－一个成熟重名的女性知道自己需要的是什么，而在当时的社会背景下，解开了这样的情感，几乎就可以算作是行动版的我爱你了。

1213补充六：
在线 http://www.bilibili.com/video/av3384190/
源地址 //www.youtube.com/watch?v=v162MTr_RPM&index=1&list=PLbRpHkuMazSKL73_wqMhSWiPuzNizmCdg
疯逼楼主凭借二十天前仅看过一次的记忆和track名字尝试把ost和情节对应，如有错误欢迎指正&补充

TRACKLIST: （靠低清生肉二刷以后更正&补充了）

1. Opening - Composer: Carter Burwell －－00:52-03:01 片头
2. Taxi - Composer: Carter Burwell －－05:14-06:01 Therese坐进出租车开始回忆杀
3. To Carol’s - Composer: Carter Burwell －－31:47-33:11 Therese上了Carol的贼车（书里是Therese想想隧道塌了俩人被埋死在一起）
4. One Mint Julep - Performer: The Clovers －－70:44-72:26 开向豪华酒店所在城市的路上
5. Datebook - Composer: Carter Burwell －－24:25-25:05 笔记本上写Carol的名字和周末去她家玩的日程（12月21号哟）
6. Christmas Trees - Composer: Carter Burwell －－33:13－34:46 贵妇撩骚以及痴汉偷拍
7. Easy Living - Performer: Billie Holiday & Teddy Wilson －－没聋的话应该是Therese钢琴弹的曲子
8. The Train - Composer: Carter Burwell －－42:54-43:58 Therese在火车上哭（这段看了好心疼啊TAT）
9. Packing - Composer: Carter Burwell －－58:59-59:58 打包行李准备出发
10. Drive Into Night - Composer: Carter Burwell －－62:02-62:50 Therese把唱片送给Carol 然后两人上路开车。开到夜里Carol还给一旁坐着睡着的Therese盖了下衣服。
11. Kiss Of Fire - Performer: Georgina Gibbs －－
12. Waterloo - Composer: Carter Burwell －－74:03-74:28 开向Waterloo&船前
13. Lover - Composer: Carter Burwell －－76:00-78:22 船ing（WTF船戏真的只有两分半…我果然错觉了）
14. The Gun - Composer: Carter Burwell －－79:28-82:08 发现私家侦探
15. Smoke Rings - Performer: Les Paul & Mary Ford －－
16. Over There - Composer: Carter Burwell －－83:30-84:40 临别船
17. Visitation - Composer: Carter Burwell －－ 95:17-96:37 Carol见到了Rindy，到Therese挑选Portfolio照片
18. To Court - Composer: Carter Burwell －－ 98:31-99:29 Carol去跟前夫讨论听证会路上在出租车里追寻Therese身影
19. The Letter - Composer: Carter Burwell －－ 102:43-102:58 Carol给Therese写信约见面
20. No Other Love - Performer: Jo Stafford －－
21. The Times - Composer: Carter Burwell －－103:03-104:43 Therese在Times工作&餐厅见面
22. Reflections - Composer: Carter Burwell －－108:49-109:57 Therese去趴体
23. Crossing - Composer: Carter Burwell －－113:01-114:27 Therese去找Carol
24. You Belong To Me - Performer: Helen Foster & The Rovers －－ 32:36-33:12 穿隧道时Carol打开车里收音机时的音乐
25. The End - Composer: Carter Burwell －－ 片尾

1225补充七：
机场过夜无聊，谈谈对Therese火车上哭的感想。

可以十分清晰地感受到委屈和无助两种情感。在Carol和前夫起争执的情况下，她什么都无法为Carol做，甚至连提出去帮忙买烟都被情绪不稳定中的Carol硬声回绝。这样的回绝其实很伤人心，相当于直接说“我不需要你”，生冷、僵硬、疏离，在开往火车站的路上也是一言不发（隔着屏幕都能感受到沉重凝固的气氛），这些对本以为已经进入Carol生活的Therese算是当头一棒。

对于Carol，Therese人生中第一次产生爱／爱慕这种剧烈的感情。有过暗恋经历的人应该都体会过那种想为对方做任何事、帮对方解决困难的欲望，因为爱是占有，你希望包办对方的一切所求，希望对方的一切都是从自己这里索取，也希望自己的付出能够换来对方的一个微笑，然而Carol只给了"Just let it be"+关上的房门，和"I'm fine. The next train's at 8:30. I'll drive you to the station."+无言的路程。后来我想了想，如果是叫出租来接，Therese的伤心程度应该会比电影中的要少一些，至少她可以让自己理解为，Carol吵完架心情真的很不好，无心处理他事。而开车送站，在Carol方面是一种最低限度的礼仪，但在Therese看来就是不被需要的拒绝。

还有之前没太想明白的一点，在这夜深人静 空旷漏风的KEF机场也稍微思如泉涌了一下：Therese想问Carol的话内容是什么，以及Carol为什么恳求答案却又在电话另一头的一阵喧嚣中挂断了电话。

Therese到家后，像是有感应一般接起了Carol的电话。平静下来的Carol意识到之前的态度太过硬冷，打电话表示道歉。画面中，Carol拿着烟的手在颤抖，声音里没有了强硬和自信，询问了第二天能不能来找Therese，双手握住电话，竟用了近似恳求的语气"Ask me. Things. Please."让Therese问问题，然后做了只有在内心痛苦时才会有的扶额动作。这时的Carol孤独无助，像是接替了Therese之前的情感一般。走廊里的那阵喧嚣，可能让Carol误以为Therese找到了下一个开心的地方／没有人和她一同承受悲伤，遂挂断电话。

至于Therese想问的问题，从她被“邀约”瞬间点亮的眼神变为羞涩向下的低垂，大概可以猜测出来：
a "I think I'm in love with you. Do you like me?"
b "Do you know I love you?"
c "Do you like me?"
d "I'm care about you. Do you need me?"
不管问题是什么，还好没问出口。因为隐藏的感情才有更多发酵的余地。

1229补充八（在又一次漫长的转机等候中）：

离回国18小时的时候去影院二刷了Carol，九点开始十一点结束，下过雪的斯德歌尔摩气温竟与一个月前从影院走出来时没有太大差距。在家把标清裆漏也看过了几遍，完全熟知了剧情和对话，但这次二刷时仍然目不转睛，除了感受到有些场景相比于第一次看“快”了许多，没有别的不同，又是第一眼被盯怀孕，又是长舒一口气和意犹未尽式的如鲠在喉，也关注到了更多的细节。不得不说，影院观影感受和对着电脑撸完全不同，因为影院里唯一可见的就是亮着的大屏幕，偶尔加上一些前排稀落的人脑袋，很多细节和情感的感知程度要远深于一块撑死17寸屏上放映着的低标清画质画面。

寒酸的吃饱喝足，先来聊聊爱情。

我没经历过crush，也不相信crush。第一眼带来的最多是互相吸引，第一次短暂且不深入的接触最深也只能带来好感。一直放不下的人和唯一一段恋爱的第一面也只是相对于其他不认识的人多了一丝关注而已（一个高中入学一个大学入学）。感情是相处出来的，需要共同经历时间地点事件才能深入和转化。

然后来捋一下两人的感情发展时间线：
1216/17 商店见面—— 1218 Carol约Therese周五吃午饭—— 1219 午饭&Carol请Therese周日到家做客—— 1221 难过的做客经历—— 1222 Carol到Therese家看照片&相约西去—— 1223/24 出发—— 1231or0101 两分半—— 0103 Carol丢下Therese走了
满打满算，15天。

经历过Therese的年纪和类似事故，可以确认她在第五／六天从爱慕变成了爱上；Carol比Therese多一天，在Abby的问题里意识到自己对Therese是有不同寻常的感情的。窝无数次在无数地方提到或写过，旅程是情感发酵的最猛烈的催化剂，如果没在日夜相处中心生厌恶，那就只会有越来越深且容易升华的感情。持续接触的15天是情感的铺垫与发酵，激情与伤害过后，接下来的一个多月才是爱情真正发展的阶段。写到这里，突然想再给编剧加个澳龙。绝对的好手笔，让两人在几十天互不见面互无消息之后，来一次目光与背影的重逢，来一次掷地有声的I won’t deny it，来一次没有直接回应的I love you，来一次人群之中我只能看到你。有经历曲折，有时间沉淀，这样的爱情才有爱情的样子。相信这也是很多人看完以后，嘴中长舒一口气，却还有一股劲顶在心和喉咙之间，可能自己都没意识到的，原因。

再说说Carol对Therese的感情。之前没想明白Carol对Therese的感情是怎么开始转变的，对电脑撸了几遍低清也没发现，这次二刷被一个画面糊一熊脸后略微恍然大悟：爱的迁移。一个三十几岁有婚姻有家庭的上层阶级女人勾搭不到二十的售货少女，怎样都会给人一种玩儿性大发的潜在感受。但Carol看到Therese小时候照片那刻的表情，以及转变话题要喝的，和之后坐在一旁黯然神伤，无疑是照片唤起了对Rindy的想念，这时Carol的母性应多少迁移了一些到Therese身上。片中另两处明显的母性体现：夜车途中关掉收音机给Therese盖衣服（理解为对有感情的人的关心也可以，因为盖好后还轻按了一下肩膀）；新年夜手搭在Therese肩上的同时抚弄她的头发（Carol时常给Rindy梳头），然后聊到双方都总是没有爱人陪伴得跨年。两次母性的体现都混杂在更复杂的感情中，所以Carol对Therese的爱既不是从母性中寻找支点，也不是意外的经历衍射出了母性，而是自始至终地揉杂并行，并且我认为在Carol放低姿态去求Therese搬来一起放I love you大招时，依然不是纯粹的情人间的情感—— 母性哪有那么容易消散，世上哪有完全纯粹的感情。
（天惹这段写得好无聊，但语言和逻辑表达只能到这个地步了…千言万语不知道怎么说才好 真糟心）

不过发现之前观影的一个遗漏。Carol坐到一旁黯然神伤的时候，Therese敏感的察觉到Carol情绪异样，也是她第一次直面到Carol的弱势状态，因此有了第一次主动的（安慰性的）碰触——没错，又是搭肩膀（多么内敛克制的一部片子！除了船两人片里所有的肢体接触都特么是 搭 肩 膀，还不是环绕式的搭肩膀，也连个充满爱意或温暖的涌抱都没有…但不管是谁设计的，只想说 干 得 漂 亮），这是两人算是熟识后Therese第一次感受到被需要。另一次明显被需要的是住豪华酒店吃饭时被问房号，Carol想不起来也找不到，场景还是挺尴尬的，Therese的脱口而出颇有解围的态势，于是［您的好友Carol发送了“眨下眼睛”的表情］，Therese调用［自豪耿直红耳根微笑］表情包。任何一次的主动付出被接受和被需要在自认为相处弱势的Therese看来都是宝贵的，这些可以向Carol证明自己有拥有价值的机会，证明对她的关心，对她的感情。

好啦来说说摄像。（又是一个不那么有趣且讲不明白的话题）（窝今天是怎么了😂 ）
本片摄像最大的特点就是能摇晃就绝不稳，能在镜头和脸之间插入任何形式的屏障就绝不让画面中直接仅出现一张脸(directly to a face …有时候中文不好真捉急)。最多的就是隔着玻璃，映着街景的，挂着雨水的，偷拍视角的；类似就是利用镜面反射，一张脸，两个角度，出现在同一画面。其次就是对焦一张正脸的前景一定有一个虚焦的人／物挡着。没学过电影，但给我最直观的感觉是，影片要营造一个旁观者视角，让观众在不远处跟踪这两人的故事，而非把自己代入某个角色或纯当一个观众。然而神奇的是，各位姬佬讨论时更多的是把自己代入Therese的角色中，谈论到Carol主要都是从旁观者角度分析，莫非是大家都更熟悉情窦初开的感觉？总之摄像是神助攻，极少见到这么拍摄的片子。



然而说到底，这还是一部 从此女王与公主快乐地生活在了一起 的故事。但就是因为这样才美好。
（感谢在原影评里留言的各位 截图保留下来了http://www.douban.com/people/NoEnoughPants/status/1773520618/）

严重剧透。






上个月在纽约电影节看了《卡罗尔》，至今无法从那种情绪中抽离出来，每每想到其中几个情节，就惆怅不已。

主演大家都知道了，Cate Blanchett和Rooney Mara。戛纳电影节的时候就被炒得火热，Rooney Mara还凭此拿了金棕榈最佳女演员奖。

片子是讲同性爱情的，人物设置和《蓝宇》有些非常相似：两个年龄、阅历、财富都不在一个段位上的人相遇，擦出火花，然后相爱，分离。当然了，大的那个，世俗牵绊总是多些，小的那个，眼神更让人心疼，也更深情些，仿佛就是为了告诉人们：爱情真他妈的是不公平。

好的是，最后，爱情总是能找回它来时的路。

记得《蓝宇》的后半部分，胡军出狱，和刘烨在北京的某个公园里坐着唱歌。那是在冬天拍摄的，两张覆盖着哈气的脸，令人落泪的劫难后相依为命之感——可最后结局太惨，我久久不能忘怀，甚至会想，就让影片结束在唱歌之处不好吗？

《卡罗尔》弥补了这个遗憾，它结束在列车刚刚驶出隧道重见光明的那一刻，停在了两个人找回彼此的地方。我每次回想起结局，Rooney试探、寻找、坚定地望向Cate的眼神，Cate终于发现她后，庆幸、释然、同样坚定的笑，都不由得深吸一口气......啊，对，这就是爱了。

直女看这部电影，根本不会意识到这是一部同性片，反而会因为两个女性角色而可以把自己代入到任何一方，然后深深沦陷。至于直男，好像并没有同样感受，据一起看电影的朋友说......

所以这部电影上映之后我一定要去再看一遍！大家也一定要看啊！虽然我就要剧透了啊！

影片开头是两位女主在吃饭时，被一个充满傻逼气质的男性打断，于是分开，但小姑娘显然坐在车里心神不宁，一直在回味女王。

然后故事就闪回到了两人初见的时候。

Cate就是Carol, 一位住在New Jersey的中产阶级富婆，在圣诞节前夕来到百货商场给女儿买圣诞礼物，从而遇见了Therese, 也就是Rooney的角色，一位一看就气质脱俗将来要进The New York Times 当摄影记者的百货公司售货员。

电闪雷鸣，看对眼了，Carol鬼使神差地给自己的女孩买了Therese说自己小时候最喜欢的火车模型，（可怜的女儿）然后有意无意地把手套落在了柜台，就如同高富帅总是会随意乱放钱包。

这时故事交代了两个人的感情状态，Carol有个非常疼爱的小女儿Wendy，但是对丈夫非常冷淡，在办理离婚；Therese有男票，还要娶她，也不缺乏来自The New York Times记者的追求，搞不好还是哥大J School毕业的，不过她当然没同意，可能因为记者太穷了实在。

Therese寄回了Carol的手套，并接到了对方的感谢电话，被邀请共进午餐。这场午餐就是两人第一次有张力的对手戏了，对于Carol的每一次flirt，根本接不住的小白兔要不就老老实实地认乖，要不就软软地打回去，以至于女王说周日来我家玩吧的时候，迫不及待地就说好啊好啊。

小白兔第一次去女王家玩的时候，拿上了自己的相机，拍下了女王买圣诞树的场面。当天晚上，气氛正浓，好巧不巧女王老公来了，还和女王大吵一架，这里有一个很值得注意的镜头：Therese听着窗外两人吵架的声音，把室内收音机或者唱片（记不清了）的声音调大了。

吵完架后，女王心情也不好，就让Therese自己坐火车回家了，小白兔在回去的火车上还哭了，然而在回家接到女王道歉电话时，还是分分钟原谅。（陷入爱情的人类啊。）

接下来的剧情发展就没什么新意了，总之就是慢慢地好上了，并在一起公路旅行的时候为观众奉献了一场精彩的床戏。其中，不得不提女王霸气的圣诞礼物赠送方式，买了新款的佳能相机，敲门，把盒子放在地上，等开门，把盒子踢进去，"圣诞快乐"。 哎，追我我也沦陷。

催泪的部分总是从事情变坏开始。Carol和Therese的事情被Carol的丈夫雇佣的私家侦探录下来了，丈夫以此威胁她。为了女儿，Carol离开了。

分开后，Therese心碎成渣，中间还给Carol打过一次电话，说I miss you, 被Carol挂断了，此处给了Carol的手一个按掉电话的特写，让我第一次泪奔了。

接下来就是重头戏的结尾啦！

两位女主很久后，没什么联系，连哥大JSchool都没上过的Therese进了The New York Times（好吧我就是忍不住要黑哈哈哈），Carol与生活妥协，为争夺孩子的监护权与前夫打官司。

一次Carol在坐车去律师所（不确定，总之是调停地点）的路上看见了走在街上的Therese，我觉得她的想法就是在那瞬间发生了转折，因为人在与所爱之人分隔许久再重逢时，总是很容易失去理智。

她选择了放弃，并愤怒地跟前夫进行了一番陈词，其中有一句印象很深，大概是说The most breathtaking gift we gave each other is Wendy. (their daughter)，当时心想：这句不错，学了，但要做甜言蜜语使。然后又说了大概是监护权我不要了让给你，不过你必须让我见孩子，不然咱们就法庭见吧，不过那样我们就会变得ugly, but we are not ugly people.

总之言之，她放弃了，在偶然见到了一次Therese之后，她就放弃了争夺监护权。

之后女王就出演了本剧中最没骨气的一幕，约了Therese吃饭，第一句就非常掉身价: I wasn't sure you would come. 还能再屌丝吗哈哈哈。紧接着扯了一堆没用的，进入了正题并进一步掉身价：I would like to invite you to live with me, though I thought you might say no. (可能不见得准确，但意思是对的。)

听到这全场都会心地笑了，多么笨拙的请求啊，带着害怕被拒绝的掩饰。

可惜，小白兔被伤太多了，一双令人心碎的眼睛看着女王，说：No, I don't think so.

接着女王又说了句什么我忘记了，然后又无奈地看着小白兔，说出了人类史上最无法拒绝的三个单词，同时将身价掉到谷底。

（不知道你有没有注意到，片头的倒叙开头，正是从Carol说完I Love You开始，于是观众不禁想，啊原来影片一开始，她刚和她表白过......）

估计小白兔这时再也无法控制自己的感情了，可惜，一个傻逼直男打断了他们的对话，Carol说那你们晚上玩好我先走了，Therese则带着无尽的复杂心绪坐车去了某party。

（Therese在车上的时候，望着在马路上互相搀扶着行走的一对夫妇出神，这个镜头被一篇英文评论形容为全篇最为酸楚的时刻，because of its telescope out into the universal. 大概的意思是说《卡罗尔》讲述了世间一切男男女女的爱而不得。）

接下来的每一幕，都特别让我感同身受，那种刚刚狠心拒绝了心爱的人，就心慌意乱，后悔万分，恨不得马上回去找他的心情，被Therese演绎地太好了。

在派对上，Therese估计看啥都没劲，最后终于决定去饭店找Carol。冲进饭店的大门，在熙熙攘攘的人群中寻找爱人，找到她，迈着坚定的步伐走向她，等着她也看见自己。当Cate也发现她时，回望，带着一种庆幸、释然、和同样的坚定的眼神，笑了。

看吧，爱情自会找到它来时的路。