住货车的女士

很有趣的一部英伦小片。

前阵子一直在补奥斯卡 突然看到这部 英国的乡村、艳丽的小车、 穿着啊谈吐很多细节凑在一起，反倒有种说不上来的喜欢。

以剧作家为主视角，画外音是他的剧本，辞藻华丽的有点夸张却有一种英式冷幽默。

当然是冲着Maggie Smith去看的 英国国宝级老太太。

唐顿庄园的时候就爱极了她 这又隔了几年看着Maggie明明已经老的无处可藏可她的动作神态台词却依然那么有活力那么有趣。

刷车/轮椅/游乐园/救护车每次看Maggie演高兴的样子就会不由自主跟着欢乐 这是Maggie独有的难得的感染力。

回看的时候才发现其实开头的两分钟里包含了后面所有的悬念 随后伏笔也是无处不在的 飞扬跋扈的老太看见警车却慌张的钻到车下 听见邻居琴声便极尽毒舌之能事。

事实上 梗铺的越深才让故事越有滋味。

或许把老太的故事充盈的过为丰富 梦想也好救赎也罢 最终还是一个打破孤独感的故事。

作家孤独的都double了却不愿与自己老年痴呆的老母合住 是嫌弃还是什么我还真的说不好。

同时导演又有意无意的把老太和作家的母亲联系在一起 例如社区街道上的巨蟒与母亲家门口的四只孔雀（看到孔雀的那瞬真是仰天长笑hhhh 但作家却很乐于与这位奇怪的老太合住 是怜悯还是渴望陪伴我也说不好，好像一层微妙的关系连接着彼此。

原以为会逐渐温情 可英国人总是冷不丁又给你一句满含深意的台词 谢泼德小姐对作家说You have used your mother, now you can use me. 老太步入生命的终点 作家便越发对自己曾经对这个近在咫尺的女人的冷漠嫌弃耿耿于怀，直到最终化为一丝羞愧。

我觉得这个故事想传达的重点就在这儿了。

人与人的交往是相互的 从作家的角度看谢泼德小姐打破了他的孤独却没有打破他内心的偏见和傲娇 包括强迫自己不去写不去想创作关于她的故事 这源于许多人这辈子都跨不过的本能冷漠 即使所有人都认为他是个好心肠的圣人他自己却依旧不能妥协。

而对谢泼德小姐来说这15年的“霸占”已是一场巨大的胜利 无厘头的升天真是神来之笔 一段剧情片里不该有的特效 最后的最后调皮的老太太用这样的方式去表达释怀，释怀了自己也释怀了作家 让这段交往的时光写进作品 变得有意义。

妙极。

我想可能不会再有这么适合80岁的Maggie再能拍的本了。

「Boa constrictors in the street, peacocks on the wall. It seems that both at the northern and southern gates of my life stands a deluded woman.」「There were few occasions on which one saw her genuinely happy, and one of these was when she was putting paint on.」「If you choose to live like this, it's what you must expect. → I didn't choose. I was chosen.」「Good-nature, or what is often considered as such, is the most selfish of all virtues; it is nine times out of ten mere indolence of disposition. by William Hazlitt from 'The Round Table' (1816)」「This is London. Nobody thinks anything.」「It's like a fairy story. A parable, in which the guilty is gulled into devising a sentence for someone innocent only to find it is their own doom they have pronounced.」「That was what God wanted. And that I'd been told before. I said, couldn't I just play some hymns for us to sing to? And she said that was arguing. And I'd never make a nun if I argued.」「You write about her all the time, one way or anoter. You use your mother.↓That's what writers do.↓Me next, I suppose.」「You don't understandably resent it when the professionals lend a hand.↓No, though I resent it when the professionals turn up every three months or so and try to tell me what this woman, whom I have coped with on a daily basis for the past 15 years, is like.↓What is she like?↓Mary, as you call her, is a bigoted, blinkered, cantankerous, devious, unforgiving, self-serving, rank, rude, car-mad cow. Which is to say nothing of her flying faeces and her ability to extrude from her withered buttocks turds of such force that they land a yard from the back of the van and their presumed point of exit.」「Mr. Bennett. Mr. Bennett. That social worker wanted to know my next of kin. I don't want my next of kin broadcast, so I said I didn't have any. Only, they're in this envelope. And you keep it under your hat.」「The chair goes up on a lift. And in this small ascension, when she slowly rises above the level of the garden wall, there is a vagabond nobility about her. A derelict Nobel Prize winner, she looks, her grimy face set in a kind of resigned satisfaction.」「Music. How are people supposed to avoid it? You see, I had it at my fingertips. I had it in my bones. I could play in the dark. Had to sometimes. And the keys were like rooms. C major and D minor. Dark rooms and light rooms. Just like a mansion to me, music. Only it worried me, that playing came easier than praying. And I said this, which may have been an error.↓Said to whom?↓My confessor. He said that was another vent the devil could creep through. So, he outlawed the piano. Put paid to music generally. Said dividends would accrue in terms of growth of the spirit. Which they did. They did.」「Mr.Bennett? Hold my hand. It's clean.」「It is a van no longer. It is a sepulchre. Even now, I do not venture into this evil-smelling tomb. But I feel cheated that the discovery of the body has not actually been mine and that having observed so much for so long. I'm not the first to witness her death. Now, in quick succession, come the doctor, the priest and men from the undertaker's, all of whom do what no one else has done for 20 years. Namely, without pause and seemingly without distaste, step inside the van.」「Mr. Bennett? I came into your drive for three months and I stayed for 15 years! Mr. Bennett? Do you know what that is? It's the last laugh.」「Well, she wanted an ascension. Let's answer her prayers. Stand by, Miss Mary Teresa Shepherd, late of 23 Gloucester Crescent. Up you go.」「Starting out as someone incidental to my life, she remained on the edge of it so long, she became not incidental to it at all. As homebound sons and daughters looking after their parents think of it as just marking time before their lives start, so, like them, I learned there is no such thing as marking time and that time marks you. In accommodating her and accommodating to her, I find 20 years of my life has gone. This broken-down old woman, her delusions, and the slow abridgement of her life, with all its vehicular permutations, these have been given to me to record.」「What I've learnt, and maybe she taught me, is that you don't put yourself into what you write. You find yourself there.」「Have a bit more in my life. I might even start living. That's the end of the story. It might make a play. What do you think?↓Now I'm here, I think you should stop talking to yourself.」「Gloucester Crescenrt has had many notable residents, but none odder or more remarkable than Miss Mary Shepherd, to whom we dedicate this blue plaque today.」「MISS M.T. SHEPHERD "The Lady in the Van" live here 1974-1989」

玛吉女士的演技实在太棒了，那种倔强又可爱的感觉，让人心疼又喜欢。

第一次看这部电影注意力有点游离，不过好在看到最后抓住了其中的感动。

尤其是玛吉的故事，一生热爱音乐，却因为中年的一次飞来横祸，下半生都背负着愧疚生活。

她为死去的男孩告解、祷告，却被神父告诉音乐会让恶魔释放，她为了安抚男孩也为了更好地安放自己的愧疚，用祷告代替了她深爱入骨髓的音乐。

与音乐，一别直至死亡。

她将自己的车刷成金黄色，在电影结尾，她在金黄色的房间里终于又一次弹起了热爱的钢琴，如她所说：“谁能把音乐遗忘呢……我闭着眼都能弹奏……它于我就像一座高楼大厦。

”——但她却不能安居其中，下半生都风雨飘零，在流浪的不只是身体，还有灵魂。

而她最后真的背弃了信仰触碰了音乐吗？

并没有。

那座金黄色的房子，只是她金黄色的小车而已，一切都是临终的幻想。

如果她选择音乐，就是对信仰的背叛，对祷告的背叛，对死去男孩的背叛。

她善良，所以她放逐自己。

好在男主的小说中，她和男孩手挽手上了天堂，对自己灵魂的放逐终于有了些意义。

对于男主的部分我并没关注太多，因为玛吉的故事太吸引我了。

或许有天重看，还会有新的发现。

其实我想说电影重点应该不是什么老太太造事逃逸然后变流浪汉在精分作家前院待了15的传奇故事吧。

重点不应该是这个电影很隐晦的讽刺了教会么？

从作家和修女谈话后意味深长的上帝画像到最后老太太去世讲的那段话，什么音乐是一种释放内心恶魔的途径，终止一切和音乐有关的东西，狡辩不能当修女，不就和之前那个修女狡辩买什么吃的那里相呼应了吗？

真正信教内心善良相信音乐会让人快乐的人却因为教父的话被赶出教会结局那么悲惨而一脸假正经的装做很虔诚却狡辩的人却可以当修女，教会的人办完丧事之后像没事发生一样反而感觉那些社工的人才感觉真心对老太太好呢，起码不会一脸嫌弃人家

逃避的人生 赎罪的人生 爱与被爱的人生 生活是不幸的 同时又是幸运的一生中，也许你会活在自责中，或者一直在逃避。

但是请相信世界上有善良的存在。

作家先生，也许不善言谈，但他给了流浪的老人最最温馨的晚年。

生活也许并不像你我想的那么美好，愿你我温柔以待。

这让我想起了在北二环附近白云观旁边流浪的一个腿脚不便的老太太。

老太太没有要钱，只是让我给她买了一堆吃的，从她口中得知，老人无儿无女，没有生育，而且腿脚不便，还装了假肢。

但是老人并不像剧中的老太太那般幸运，有一辆遮风避雨的破面包车。

时至今日，依然会义无反顾的帮助那些需要帮助的人，也希望他们遇到需要帮助的人的时候，同样伸出援助之手。

这是一部很暖很正能量，同时又有一丢丢荒诞喜剧风格的电影，佳片不宜错过！

这个片讲的是一个傲娇老太太的故事 首先要说说傲娇这种性格必然会导致很多后果 她也不愿意放弃自己的傲娇也有可能是没有发现自己的傲娇 这是她如此生活的原因之一 再说说这个社会 虽然也有坏的一些角落 总体来说 看如何对待一个落魄的人 或者说是最底层的人 可以看出这个社会得种种 还有从当事人的状态也可以看出不同社会的区别 傲娇老太太直到最后也没有失去她的内心的骄傲的骨气 虽然在我们看来她过的不好 但是她的精神世界 可能比我们过的好的人还要有尊严 还要为自己骄傲

Title: Murder by DeathYear: 1976Genre: Comedy, MysteryCountry: USALanguage: EnglishDirector: Robert MooreScreenwriter: Neil SimonMusic: Dave Grusin Cinematography: David M. WalshEditor: John F. BurnettCast:Peter FalkPeter SellersDavid NivenJames CocoElsa LanchesterAlec GuinnessEileen BrennanMaggie SmithEstelle WinwoodJames CromwellRichard NaritaTruman CapoteNancy WalkerRating: 6.2/10

Title: The Lonely Passion of Judith HearneYear: 1987Genre: Drama, RomanceCountry: UKLanguage: EnglishDirector: Jack ClaytonScreenwriter: Peter Nelsonbased on the novel by Brian MooreMusic: Georges DelerueCinematography: Peter HannanEditor: Terry RawlingsCast:Maggie SmithBob HoskinsWendy HillerMarie KeanIan McNeiceRudi DaviesPrunella ScalesÁine Ní MhuiríAlan DevlinSheila ReidVeronica QuilliganPeter GilmoreAidan GillenRating: 7.1/10

Title: The Lady in the VanYear: 2015Genre: Comedy, Drama, BiographyCountry: UKLanguage: English, FrenchDirector: Nicholas HytnerScreenwriter: Alan Bennettbased on his own memoirMusic: George FentonCinematography: Andrew DunnEditor: Tariq AnwarCast:Maggie SmithAlex JenningsGwen TaylorDeborah FindlayRoger AllamPandora ColinFrance de la TourJim BroadbentDermot CrowleyClare HammondCecilia NobleNicholas BurnsDavid CalderDominic CooperClaire FoyJames CordenRussell ToveyMarion BaileySacha DhawanClive MerrisonStephen Campbell MooreAndrew KnottJamie ParkerSamuel BarnettSamuel AndersonAndrew KnottRating: 6.3/10Oh, this one really hurts. We all know this day will come,, but how can we bid adieu to Dame Maggie Smith (1934-2024) without being inundated by an oceanic ebullition of incredulity, loss and grief? We could only commemorate her by watching her works. Here is a mini-marathon of 3 films chosen from her illustrious career spanning nearly seven decades, starting from a posho lady playing an undeterred foil to his equally posho detective husband in a shamus pastiche, to a fancy-free spinster, whose apparent romantic late blooming only drags her down to alcoholism and utter misery, then culminating as a slovenly homeless old crone, bedeviled by guilt, obstinately lives her remaining days on her own terms and en passant, she becomes an inspo for a writer who is fascinated by her heterodox way of living. Robert Moore's MURDER BY DEATH flagrantly pokes fun at the murder mystery genre and its sundry authors, corralling five world-famous detectives (a caricature of Hercule Poirot, Miss Marple, Charlie Chan, Nick Charles, and Sam Spade), and their plus ones, to a country manor where its reclusive owner Lionel Twain (Capote, in a sally into playacting) pontifically announces that there will be a murder before midnight, and taunts that none of them could solve it. Then since there are only three persons (Lionel, a blind butler and a deaf-mute and illiterate maid) are present other than the ten guests, the plot archly plays permutations to assign who is the victim and who is the murderer, while sending up the time-honored tropes and proffering flat-out implausibility to keep the detectives engaged in their heated yet utterly fanciful deductions. While some gags are zany (Guinness's unflappable tricks as the blind butler Jamessir Bensonmum are sublime and Coco's Poirot travesty has its own delightfully flaming moments), the rest of them are either facetious (Sellers's Sidney Wang rather gets one's back up for its conformable racist infelicities, after 40 years, you would think some revisionary measures could've been implemented to the denigrating Charlie Chan stereotype), run-of-the-middle (Niven's William Powell imitation and Lanchester's Miss Marple variety are relatively unexceptional, even Smith's style seems to be cramped by the outrageous goings-on) or wastefully frivolous (Falk pulls a straight face to nail down his hard-boiled Sam Spade impression). The studio-bound setting and artificial-looking mechanic props never endeavor to add any semblance of veracity to the beggars-belief yarn, which is full of loose ends - what happens to the room-swapping legerdemain?For a tongue-in-cheek spoof, it can get an artistic license to be intentionally nonsensical as long as it is able to keep its pace afloat. Unfortunately MURDER BY DEATH feels lackadaisical and cartoonish by concertinaing its twists and reveals up to the gill (flogging to death the face-changing antics). It ends up as a mere fluff, an eager beaver undermined by its own self-aware frivolity. THE LONELY PASSION OF JUDITH HEARNE is Jack Clayton's theatrical swan song, where Smith's plays the titular Miss Hearne, a middle-aged private piano teacher who moves into a new rooming house in Dublin, and is taken by the landlady's brother James Madden (Hoskins), a fresh-homecoming widower from New York City. Getting their wires crossed, Judith is thrilled by a gentlemanlike James's interest in her, while he is spoiling for a funder to bankroll his local business and under the wrong impression that she is a lady with dough to spare. Ergo, in the aftermath of the inexorable disenchantment, Judith is devastated and gets off the wagon. Her alcoholism is a secret that has cost her dearly and she tries very hard to conceal. After a complete mental breakdown and losing faith in her religion (she is Catholic), Judith is taken to a rehabilitation home to recuperate. While Clayton’s affinity for eliciting fine, resonant performances out of his cast still rules the roost and Delerue’s grand, poignant score is all too captivating, Peter Nelson's script, based on Brian Moore’s 1955 novel JUDITH HEARNE, orchestrates a fairly uncharitable picture of the Irish people. One would hope that some sort of female solidarity shall be in operation, but no, the stigma of spinsterhood turns everyone else against Judith, not least other fellow spinsters. She is subjected to be a laughingstock and can barely be acknowledged as a "woman" by the opposite sex, whether she is unwitting or not. The landlady (Kean, don't be cheated by her beaming affectations) summarily deems her as unfit for her brother as if a dumpy and hard-up James were a good catch! Even her bond with Moira (Scales), the only friend she can rely on, is marred by Judith's harsh disclosure of her true feelings. On the spear side, the prospect doesn’t look any better. Bernard Rice (McNeice), the lascivious and shiftless son of the landlady, is a corpulent swine; Father Quigley (Devlin) is sanctimonious and cannot relate to Judith’s tormented psyche. But an inexcusable mistake the film commits (even taking into account of its 1950s backdrop) is to be an apologist for the rape culture. James is unpunished for his horrific act of ravishing a young housemaid (Davies), whose flirtatious nature is implied by the film as the bane of her worse-than-death fate. The obscene sequences are more unsettling as they are boldly crosscut with Judith’s revelry in her own one-sided infatuation. Moreover, near the end, James has the temerity to touch base with Judith when he again plies the same deal without any self-examination of his misleading and self-serving actions. It is almost unthinkable that this man, who is reckoned as a charming, courteous gentleman, but cannot control his primordial urged, will break Judith's heart and be rewarded with a kiss on the cheek in the end (Hoskins, against all odds, incarnating the banality of evil with a halting resistance which somewhat humanizes James’s frailties). All those points up the author’s own jaundiced view on gender discrimination and an abortive corrective from the filmmakers, that impede the film from branching out to new audiences. Be that as it may, Smith's dominant performance makes the film eternally worthwhile. Her rendition cuts deep to the bones of a pious and piteous woman's yearning to make up for her lost time - Judith's prime is squandered by attending to her anal-retentive, bed-ridden aunt (a magisterial Hiller), her sole kin - and how precarious it is. One couldn't help but be transfixed by Smith's supernal prowess of vividly objectifying Judith's drastic emotional roller coaster in front of the camera. Her lengths of immersion into her personage are fathomless and her outpourings are originated from within her own being, never for a second, they betray any trace of deliberateness. Judith is such a precious role that permits Smith to run the whole emotional gamut from ecstasy to utter wretchedness, which she pull off with flying colors. Like Judith’s final gesture, tossing the paper out of the car window. A simple movement but potently demonstrates that she now accepts her spinsterhood with a regained strength. The whole affair is a painful lesson, which exhausts both her savings and longings, but she survives it and becomes wiser and savvier. Clayton’s film sticks its landing with a perceptible finale and Smith consummates another tour de force. THE LADY IN THE VAN is conceived out of the renowned English playwright/screenwriter/author Alan Bennett's own memoir, about Mary Sheppard (which is actually a false name), an elderly woman dwelling in a ramshackle van in the gentrified Camden during the 1970s. When Bennett moves into the area, he lets her park the van in his own driveway. Their cohabitation lasts for 15 years till her death in 1989. Starting with an oblique hit-and-run with Mary (Smith) at the wheel, the film accessorizes the main plot with Mary's own past. A lapsed Catholic nun with a flair for music, Mary's plight can be subsisted in how the Church has failed her by snuffing her talent, how she has been beset by the religion-indoctrinated guilt of an automobile accident which is not entirely her fault. She prayers like a mad for redemption and is constantly on the run, which explains why she lives in a van. Watching side by side with THE LONELY PASSION OF JUDITH HEARNE, a viewer cannot turn a blind eye on the deleterious implications angling at the Catholic church, a sign of the times that stokes the prevalence of Anglicism. If Mary's life is an outgrowth of a series of mishaps, it is her mind-her-own-business tenet shores up her solitary survival. When you really do not care about the judgments from others, you live freer and happier. That is the strength propels Mary’s life, who takes the favors from her wealthy neighbors for granted without a throwaway thank-you as if she could sense that their kindness is shrouded by the guilt. Naturally, people need to feed on other people’s misery to feel good about themselves (that’s why news report are swamped with tragedies), so in a way, her neighbors need her more than the other way around. Furthermore, the semi-friendship established between Mary and Bennett (Jennings) never reaches a boiling point. Mary’s appreciation to him is not demonstrative, whereas Bennett maintains a polite distance and takes an interest in her more for his own creativity’s sake, out of which it would germinate an essay, a book, a stage play, a radio play and finally a motion picture treatment. The film’s temperature remains consistently tepid, with Smith doing wisecracks (“It doesn’t matter whether it is distilled or not, it’s holy water!”) and bossing around in her usual carriage. The two-hander turns lopsided as Jennings is refractorily aloof, even if the film does some digital wizardry to conjure up two Bennetts (one himself, one his alter ego, the writer), mistaking a stiff upper lip for reserved emotions. With Bennett assuming the job of the scribe and his regular collaborator Hytner at the helm (the film is studded with cameo roles from the ensemble of Bennett’s 2004 play THE HISTORY BOYS, whose success is parlayed into a cinematic adaptation in 2006 by Hytner with the same cast), THE LADY IN THE VAN cannot erase the unfavorable impression that it is an exploitation and encroachment of a poor soul who just wants to be left alone, not to be ridiculed, caricatured or sentimentalized, with whom Bennett only deigns to build a connection on account of his immense sympathy (plus a strong scatological tolerance). The tawdry CGI shots of ascension is a desperate move of insincere adulation. As per usual, Smith is the saving grace, whose crinkled face conveys an indelible aura of weather-beaten sorrowfulness. When Mary finally bestirs herself to tickle the ivories, music’s soothing and healing power washes all over us and on screen there is a serene valedictory snapshot mirroring Smith’s own life on earth. R.I.P. our beloved dowager, we are forever indebted to her artistic legacy, populated by her undiminished wit, élan and pathos.referential entries: Jonathan Lynn's CLUE (1985, 5.5/10); W.S. Van Dyke's THE THIN MAN (1934, 7.9/10); James Ivory's QUARTET (1981, 6.2/10); Clayton's ROOM AT THE TOP (1959, 6.1/10); Dustin Hoffman's QUARTET (2012, 6.0/10); Nicholas Hytner’s THE CRUCIBLE (1996, 6.9/10), THE HISTORY BOYS (2006, 6.9/10).

这是一部浓缩了西方现代价值观的宣教片，导演尼古拉斯.希特勒似乎想用这样一部片子诠释人生命途多舛以及宣扬关爱的一种理想情节，用以唤起一直被英国文化所尊崇的优质信仰和善良品质。

片子中对于不同生活下的人生态度和价值取向进行了较为细致的刻画，似乎想通过对比来彰显坚守的重要性。

由于改编于真实的故事，让此片有了让大众产生共鸣的资本，又以一个作家的口吻讲授其中的故事，使得其中的说教没有带上一般文艺片因过于艺术化处理后而背离人性基本属性的俗套。

总得来说，属于较为深刻又不脱离现实的片子。

片子开头的画面是英美片最常用的画面，宽阔的场景容易产生对后续情节的遐想，可生硬的车祸环节设置与最后警察道破玛丽是逃犯的情节相互冲突，稍显重叠。

对于社区里的人们的“两面性”的刻画是本片的一个看点，可以看着歌剧但却怒言玛丽的那个环节，让人对优质生活下无法培养优质品质的问题不断反思；对于孩子的“没有钱我们也会臭”的教育方式，一定程度上批判了英国民众的自私狭隘和唯利是图。

像圣母玛利亚后面有清洁剂的安排以及警察的敲诈，这种有着西方幽默的编剧，也让人有所思考。

关于玛丽家庭环境的描写相对较少，但还是能够感受到导演对淡漠的家庭成员失望的情结。

但似乎是为了平复观众的心情，大量的情节用来描写社工帮助玛丽的细节，有种讨宠政府之嫌，但既然作为一部价值观的宣教片，这样的安排也是合理的，往往优秀的文艺片，主流主线要保持正确方向，也勿用厚非。

关于宗教环节的设置也让此片有了一定深度，几句经典的台词，“好的品行或者看起来好的品行，是所有美德中最自私的，十有八九是纯粹的懒惰性格”，“ 罪恶只是为了欺诈无辜之人的那样，结果却发现这是他们命中注定的事”，而最后玛丽飞向天堂的刻画让片子不以“死亡”结束，表达了对于前期班尼特以及帮助过玛丽人的祝福。

这个片子的另一条主线就是玛丽的音乐梦，可以说谈到西方国家，音乐是一个绕不开的话题，用音乐作为串接也是比较常用的做法，其实在片子里音乐仅仅是一种象征，更多的指的是玛丽的梦想，或者可以说像玛丽一样的这种人的梦想，她想告诉人们，追求梦想的权利是平等的，而且是谁也无法夺走的。

不管在音乐或者梦想上面对多少挫折，甚至听到音乐就感到反感，但梦想就是梦想，不会脱离灵魂而单独存在。

因为音乐玛丽可以被放进精神病院，因为音乐玛丽可以不断的更换货车的位置，原因是音乐是她最柔软的一部分，是无法触碰的。

由于片子中说教的环节太多，不免让观众过于压抑，所以安排了像刷漆或者玩轮椅的环节，以及向玛丽觉得自己很干净，自己不用别人帮忙甚至一些语言似乎不是很合正常人情的说法，让片子中洋溢了一些热情和欢快，让情节也有了起伏。

总得来讲，这个片子成功在，一是选取了真是的故事，可以更打动观众，二是选取了一个作家的角度讲述，不会让人对其中的说教反感，三是大量的对比情节，让许多导演愿意表达的个性得以突出，四是能够梳理出一些相对阳光的价值体系，让片子看后能有所收获。

麦格教授的演技毋庸置疑，特别赞。

我想你们看其它影评都会看到很多辞藻来形容。

这里就不缀叙了。

但说实， 我觉得电影深度不够。

看完电影我也不知道导演要告诉我什么。

至少它不适合拍成一个电影。

我认为我只是看到了一个女人的一生。

她所遇所做恐怕没有几个甚至没有人与之相同。

这让人无法产生共鸣，也确实不好评价她的一。

我不觉得她的生活有什么可悲，因为她自己过得很幸福，十分满足，严格的基督徒使得她就会做出这些事情。

导演横铺直叙，没有很大波折，不如说是写了个人物列传而已。

我看得也是不能再平静，就是从开头就在等着她为何如此。

等啊等啊等啊，直到我有点厌恶了剧情，纯粹为了知道答案，才在她最后的日子里揭开。

本以为会戏剧性一些，比如男主做出实质性行动去改变MS的想。

但实际也没有，不过这个原因也可见一斑：这是个真实事件改编的，事实如此。

而且，依照MS那样固执的性格，男主和她，邻居和她之间的冲突也不难预见这样的结果。

而所以呢，她就这样走完了一生。

留下升华了人生的男主和一脸懵逼的我。

我在飞机上看完了这个影片，下飞机后又特意来豆瓣翻了影评，企图发现它的内涵。

是不是我水平不够，找不到那隐藏的内涵。

然后我发现，好像不是的。

：）这就是一人物传记啊！

所见即所思啊！

那导演是让我们欣赏了下英国中产阶级的街景？

景色确实跟MV一样，演员演技代入感也是十足。

但是，它拍成电影的目的是什么？！！

除了中间男主有暗讽了那么几下中产阶级的虚伪，我觉得完全就是没什么可讲还要特意凑够那么长时间啊！

难道是为了显示现在英国福利制度的高级？

还是说英国教会已经没有那么迂腐压迫？

如果真是这些，那选题还真是有点。。

偏啊。

而且也不明显。。

再有就是，我也非常希望有人能告诉我为什么英国人会还要给MS追加一个纪念牌？

她的人生是十分与众不同。

但，哪里需要大家学习呢？

是十多年与邻居和福利院抗争一直住在厢车里吗？

还是说撞了人惭悔多年 不失本心呢？

要是说惭悔。

她还是逃逸了吧。

要是说是当时的第一反应，她其实是可以事后去找到那个青年的家人，进行补偿吧。

她好像也没有，只是祈祷。

我不知道是不是基督教就是这么个传统。

你们不要说因为那个负责案件的警察找到了她，告诉她无罪，但她仍然坚持为青年祷告。

那就还是绕回到上一个问题，她为什么不去努力找找青年的家人呢？

这是关于分裂编剧与流浪老太的故事，是关于逃避现实与隔断热爱的故事，是关于自我救赎与自我和解的故事，是过程遗憾但结局温暖的故事，是阿兰本奈特和谢波德的故事，也是他们讲给我们的故事……“不要把自己放置在作品里，而是在其中发现自己”，这样，我们会从中收获更多吧。

剧作家阿兰本奈特搬到了一个新街区，就被一个开着货车在各家门前停车位寻找理想旅居点的流浪老太太吸引了眼球。

这个街区的住户口对这位谢波德女士既避之不及又碍于邻里口碑而不得不授以善意。

被谢波德选中的住户苦不敢言，没被选中的则暗自窃喜。

不过不久阿兰本奈特就从邻里口中听到了谢波德女士的各种传闻：当过修女、犯过过失、没有亲人、性情乖张……这些传闻大部分是如实的，至少就阿兰的观察的确如此。

谢波德排斥一切亲密的可能，面对街区住户与社工的善意与恶意，她皆还以明显的冷意。

她宁愿用不入流的小伎俩换取生计必需品，也不愿意被救济、不承认接受施舍，“我不是乞讨者，我是生意人”。

她用所谓的规则在自己与他人自己划开大大的鸿沟，她身体中每一个细胞都像在对别人大声嘶喊：“离我远点。

”然而正是“规则”让谢波德陷入突然其来的困境，路边停车被禁止，她不得不寻找合法的停车位。

于是阿兰有停车位的院子被谢波德看好。

在道德绑架之下，阿兰同意了谢波德把车停进他院子的要求，至少是阿兰精神世界里那个温暖感性的那一半a同意了，而理智冷静另一半b无奈妥协，毕竟b从来只坐在书桌前写剧本，生活、院子以及以外的世界他从来不发表什么意见。

住在一个屋檐下，阿兰对谢波德有了更多的观察。

尽管车门时时紧闭，她对着神像虔诚祷告的身影依稀可见；每当阿兰放音乐谢波德总是怒气冲冲，尽管她声称自己曾经在巴黎学过钢琴。

起初阿兰自然不信，但几次偶然的验证后，阿兰觉得也许这个老太太所言非虚。

她到底经历了什么，她为什么住在货车里，为什么总有个敲诈者定期来骚扰她。

关于谢波德曾经的一切，阿兰很想知道，至少阿兰中的a很想知道。

也有人觉得阿兰可以把谢波德写进剧本里，就像把他母亲写进剧本里一样，但是阿兰b很介意，虽然自己和母亲一直以来的相处并不密切，但把谢波德和母亲相提并论，b依然是拒绝的。

就这样，谢波德始终没提起过她的秘密，阿兰也始终没问，他们就这样，彼此打扰、彼此相依、一住，竟然就是15个春夏。

尽管这15年间，阿兰母亲每次来这里都对这对那抱怨着，包括院子里的货车，但阿兰拒绝接受母亲的建议，“你有你自己的家和院子”，所以15年一切都没有改变。

也不能说没有改变，谢波德和阿兰的母亲都不可避免的老了。

一边是，谢波德越来越多地离开货车去故乡沙滩边回忆往事与钢琴带给她的美好时光。

另一边是，阿兰的母亲患了脑血管疾病，在康复中心昏迷不醒。

两个曾对自己生活指手画脚的昂扬女人眼下却要被人看护了，就像她们跃跳上了一座高山最顶端的滑梯，而阿兰就这么看着她们从身边呼啸而过，朝着人生终点加速。

阿兰突然意识到，无论是对于谢泼德，对于母亲，抑或是对于自己的人生，他都是站在窗前那个人，并不曾真正迈出去。

如果说谢波德用自囚于货车方式在逃避着。

那他就是用把自己分裂的方式在躲避着。

谢波德在向阿兰吐露秘密的第二天长辞于他的院子，她的货车，她一定是去了有音乐的天堂。

而阿兰也决定把康复中心的母亲接回家里照顾。

阿兰拥抱了母亲，不同于曾经那些设定好的拥抱——不是她送给他生日礼物的时候，或者他上学第一天坐上大巴之前的拥抱——这个拥抱完全是突然的。

他紧紧搂住她，显然他还不愿意放手。

而阿兰也计划着把谢波德的故事写进剧本里，事实上是当a与b商量的时候b并无拒绝。

当电影镜头投向阿兰空空的书桌椅时，突然生出一种欣慰，a不会再孤独的生活了，b也不会再孤独地写作了，从来没有想到过，最不孤独的方式其实正是成为一个完整的人。

“不要把自己放置在作品里，而是在其中发现自己。

”阿兰把他从谢波德那里学到的东西分享给更多人。

这真的是最好的结局了呢。