打开心世界

“The New World Is Yet To Come ”这大概是最能表达我对本片感受的一句话吧。

《打开心世界》看完了，思绪万千五味陈杂。

影片以盖布瑞拉第一视角和大量旁白，讲述一位19世纪初美国偏远地区穷苦农妇的生活，和内心渴望被爱、被改变的期待。

盖布瑞拉善于文字表达，早早嫁作人妻，每天按部就班做着“妻子应该做的事情”。

塔莉和丈夫搬到盖布瑞拉附近，是位不愿承担丈夫所说“妻子应做之事”的美丽农妇。

塔莉问她为什么嫁给丈夫的时候，盖布瑞拉回答：他人虽不长情，但人很深情。

这就埋下了她丈夫可以陪着妻子坐3天3夜马车去见她妻子担心的女人之伏笔。

虽然夫妻两人每天没什么话可讲，可她丈夫还是不会离开盖布瑞拉。

塔莉的丈夫则是一位小肚鸡肠疑心重的男人，这也预示着这是一出悲剧。

塔莉丈夫用日记无比详尽地记录自己妻子出去时长和谁见面，还会告诉塔莉“隔壁村庄有人用毒药毒死妻子”的信息我就猜到塔莉估计会BE。

当看到塔莉和丈夫不辞而别搬走，盖布瑞拉给塔莉写信最终被塔莉小心眼丈夫发现还大声朗读那份爱的倾诉信后，我气得骂了句脏话！

塔莉和盖布瑞拉的感情被塔莉丈夫发现，塔莉被丈夫毒死....盖布瑞拉找上门发现塔莉死的哭泣，还有最后盖布瑞拉像失了魂的每日流泪都让我难过不已。

我也在这些台词中得到了之前不理解盖布瑞拉和塔莉彼此产生爱意的原因。

塔莉的旁白解答了一切：和一个在一起可以让自己快乐、舒服、产生共鸣的人在一起才是爱。

我太喜欢她们对于羞涩内敛喜爱的用词描述。

虽然没有《烧女图》和《菊石》的爱那么热烈，但都非常真实把“本过着平凡普通生活，突然有个人闯入自己世界”的惊喜、爱恋、仰慕、共情描写出来。

其实，有些对话太过于晦涩难懂，当时男权主义背景下农妇们的爱只能躲躲藏藏。

不过，我挺喜欢塔莉低沉声音和橘色金发的。

可惜，塔莉已死，盖布瑞拉会永远活在悲伤之中。

The New World Is Yet To Come.

无意中听到的这首歌，（个人揣测）歌词像极了Tallie表白前的内心写照。

"Short And Sweet" - by Brittany Howard There are miles between usTime between usThere is something between usI may be a fool to dream of youBut, God, it feels so good to dream at allSomething short and sweetThere's always a light over my head for youI am waiting, I am waitingTime will always try to kill meThere are mountains between usThere is time between usOh, ain't there something between us?Something short and sweetI don't care if I shouldDo you wanna hurt me?'Cause I've been hurtin' all aloneIt didn't kill me, noBut it wasn't no funCome and get you someJust the beginningI only want the beginningWe'll give each other all of our bestAnd then, time can do what it wants with itThere are mountains between usThere is time between usOh, ain't there something between us?Something short and sweetSo, why can't I wait?Why can't I wait?Why can't I think?Why can't I wake without you always appearing?Oh,, I better not wait too long'Cause time is gonna kill itTime is gonna kill itTime is gonna kill itTime is gonna kill it

为什么姬片都得这么冷嗖嗖的？

除《菊石》外，又一部烧女图代餐.

烧女图

打开心世界这么一看，烧女图确实牛，看过以后，残影还留在脑子里，从此以后每一部姬片都有了烧女图的影子.自然光与烛火打光，油画般的画面，人物内心汹涌的情感，克制的配乐，文学化的感情处理，啊这就是烧女图套餐定制啊！

而我就想问！

为什么！

为什么每部姬片都这么冷嗖嗖！！

越看越冷！

一边看一边裹紧了我的小被子！

《烧女图》里，法国孤岛的风，吹得女主角们嘴唇都白了！

穿堂吹过空旷的城堡，石墙木门都感觉冰冰凉！

《菊石》里，英格兰海岸冰冷潮湿的礁石，阴沉沉地拖拽着女主角的厚裙子！

我甚至都感觉她的鞋袜里全是盐水和冰渣！

看她徒手去扣被冰水冲刷过的菊石，我瑟瑟发抖脑门都觉得凉！

《打开心世界》里，开篇女主角就说自己早上洗土豆，洗完表面都覆盖着冰！

我要窒息了！！

啥呀这也太冷了！

然后暴风雪哗哗刮，肆虐得我耳根疼，好不容易到了五月，他们还要讨论被冻死掉的可怜狗狗！！！

窒息了！

为什么你们的恋爱都这么冷嗖嗖！！

为什么姬片不拍个夏天在意大利小镇充满桃子香气的爱情故事啊！！

这些姬片一开始就色调低沉，阴冷潮湿，仿佛一开始就昭示着故事的悲剧基调…然而从女性主义视角看，旧时代女性爱情故事本来注定就只能个悲剧.累了，太冷了，想看暖洋洋的爱情故事

香格里拉，廷巴克图，异域的发音勾勒出超越任何习得经验的他者的地界。

加德满都，乌兰巴托，语言的陌生和距离的广远构建现实中不存在却在想象中滋长萌芽的永恒乐土，那些属于东方的意象，漫溢到美国地图遥似天边的边界之外，已是一个受教育程度不高的美国农夫语言的想象力所能探触到的世界尽头。

当Finney倾注满怀的恶意，以他所知的虚构东方来讥诮Taille潜在的外遇时，他只是想一贯地通过言语与肉体的暴力来折磨并驯服他的所有物，他的雌兽，他圈养的妻子。

事实上他不幸言中了，但他自己永无可能察觉到充当皮鞭的反问中暗含的真相：他的女人的确肆意漫游在远方的世界流连忘返，而那个天国般的新世界比西方人臆想中投射女性特质的东方更为遥远。

这个世界没有男人能涉足，像他这样想象力早被扼杀的男人更永远无从窥得通往此处的门径。

这是只属于你和我，在我们身前无名无姓的流浪逃亡的祖母们，和在我们消逝之后仍存有勇气与希望去建造方舟追逐太阳的女儿们，只在想象中存在的女人的新世界。

在你到来之前，文字构筑了我的世界。

整部影像的基调与底色都是Abigail流淌的旁白叙述。

散文诗般的日记体将属于个人私密的口述史在克制却哀婉的语调下奔涌成史诗。

短暂的不到一年的光阴，等不及酷寒的冬季在轮回中沉默地登门拜访，你却已经不辞而别，每一次我试图把融进夕阳光晕的背影在记忆中用文字风干成标本，风中鼓动的裙裾却如同海上风帆预示了命运悲剧性的航向。

从冬到秋，封冻、升温、炽烈、死寂，自然的景观与心境的变迁无痕地实现了异轨同操的表达，非语言的氛围情景承托了单一文本的筑基，让回溯文字而得以复现的影像能再一次被赋予生者的温度。

作为庸碌农妇的Abigail在望不到尽头的苦难中日复一日消磨着本就所剩无几的灵魂。

希望渺远，永无满足的莽荒之境中连温饱的最低生存需求都难以为继，更遑论精神、梦想与爱，一切情感的波动与心绪的震荡都要让位于活着的苦役。

麻木黯淡之下她却藏着耀眼的珍宝——文字是她的巫术，在这个宣称上帝治下的男性世界她唯一能为自己所有的权力，手握的利刃——文学的天赋令她在茫茫的模糊女性群像中拥有隐秘的特权，以书写来催眠悲痛的浪潮，以文字的感知来尝试深渊中的自救。

言说的权力一砖一瓦建造起属于她自己的精神游憩之所，在那里万物栩栩可爱，在那里她还能切身感到灵魂尚未消亡于心死的可能性。

静谧而广漠的文字世界中又充满了不可琢磨的虚伪性。

情绪的片段一经大脑过度便失真，一旦涉及语言的再度组织便染上了无可抗拒的矫饰性，连带着不能被文字束缚概括的想象都必须削足适履，裁剪后嵌入语言的边框。

等到落笔时分，日记早已酝酿成一坛自我满足的苦酒，所谓的真实性，只是我同自己撒的一个莫大的谎。

虽然文字名义上扮演着剪下的一片昨日的阴影，一面与自我对话和解的镜子，实则却是善于辞令之人用以掩饰和自洽，合理化伤痛与伪装自我的天然手段，与金属组建构成的机械装置别无二致。

Abigail优美又精确的比喻句随着空境赐予观者极致的视听体验，然而巧言的修辞，譬喻的长句捕捉一幕幕景观赋予形状的习惯暗示出的是，对文字有意识的训练已经形成大脑想象机制的反射条件，比喻越是细腻妥帖，离心里直观的感情越遥不可及。

呼啸着喧腾着的神弃之地处处显示着文学的无用。

既连饱餐饭都成奢望，又怎敢妄议审美的价值。

不仅文学在靠天吃饭的穷山恶水是无效的，一个富有诗书的妻子对于丈夫而言与其说是添色更像是累赘：给一户穷民一只歌喉婉转的夜莺并不能使他们以存续性衡量的幸福感有任何提升，但会下蛋的肥母鸡却能给他们无与伦比的曙光。

美在贫瘠的土地上没有容身之所。

Taille的出现却令迄今为止只能附着在文学想象的美获得了托生之所还过魂来。

她是兀自燃烧而不计后果的一丛野火，恍若她不加捆缚的红发，蓬蓬然生长蔓延扩张为吞噬理性思考的海水与火焰，少女时代不加修剪的任性妄为中自有一种挑衅的姿态。

美好地过了头，又昭示着与这片男性气质土壤的格格不入。

天成的浪漫，碰上野蛮的神话是没有退路也没有出路的，只会在迎头痛击的暴力下化作一具冰冷却乖顺的尸体。

有些悲剧在序章就埋下了伏笔，然而幻梦如真，蒙住了看清蠢动威胁的慧眼，假装在幕天席地的野合中，一瞬可以抵达天长地久的时间维度。

典型的孤岛设置并没有太多可以生出新意的空间。

无非是两个外在毫无半点相似之处内心却合契无比的孤独之人在偶然的际遇中摩擦出爱的火光并彼此救赎，进而一个主动试探，一个被动畏缩，这些情爱节奏都是老生常谈的经书。

但陈词可以重弹，有限的音符也能编排出无尽乐章。

之于这个故事，它的独特性在诗性笔调建立的女性主义文学叙事。

随着日记的时间线一天天铺陈开来，叙事的张弛缓急也跟着展开。

影像化的改编看似打破了原著纯然的文学叙事而以视觉语言强行介入，事实上影片的完成度与结构都已经为文学与电影的共生语言找到了一条曲径通幽的道路。

此外，声音元素作为表演的另一重延伸又为失语的文字增添了情感的演绎。

视与听的语言共同引人迷失在文本的场域之中。

回忆中的角色一一亮相，女主角Abigail的名字揭晓却姗姗来迟，在一个羞怯的她无法拒绝的社交场合被迫吐露，似乎由她文字游走的世界里，她的出场须得由自己控制，而不是旁人一句称呼或漫不经心地介绍下就将名字代表的叙述自主性拱手让人。

而Taille,她的名字像是那位无情上帝的嘲弄，恰好与Abigail失去的女儿Nellie押韵。

命运夺走了她生命中的火光，便又送了一束更明亮更热烈的来，有时候巧合无法不使人做这种联想。

无子的隐痛顺理成章构成将两人心的距离拉近的第一条线索。

十九世纪美国东北部清教徒的观念中对妻子的位置与义务有神圣而严苛的定义，但执行的力度在远离文明中心的乡野上全看个人，也即丈夫的头脑中那颗毒瘤种得有多深。

城市文明辐射半径之外的“法外之地”，上帝是最微不足道却又最举重若轻的存在。

若上帝真有仁慈，他就不必化作不仁的天地，夺走在土地上耕种的人们生存的希望，更不必毫无缘由地熄灭一个稚嫩灵魂的生命之火。

上帝和他人间代理人的虚伪之处正在于，既呼吁人在不幸中坚信神的救世，又要在不幸降临时原谅上帝偶发的疏忽。

如此，人只能寄虚无的希望于来世。

那里或有数座庇护之城，可以大庇天下不幸之人。

但女人的落脚处又在上帝眼中的哪里呢？

《旧约》教导世人，服从你的丈夫如同侍奉你的主。

当神只为男人的意志而撰写教义，我又怎能信奉这样一位主，他的福音中不会有我的一席之地。

宗教的压迫神圣化了妇职的意义，将女性编织进层层束缚的道德与责任之下，为妻要为丈夫操持好家室，默默忍受丈夫的泄欲，成为厅堂中一件漂亮的摆设，为母要以永动的繁衍义务填满每一寸本属于自我的空间，直至任何曾有的想象与梦境都在养儿育女的连轴转中丧失意义。

即使从母亲的人生中屡次反思女性的处境，Abigail还是斩断不了父权的捆绑。

丧女之痛像一根刺反复扎疼她对自己失职的认识，隐痛又在见到母与子的场景下不断复现提醒着她育儿的责任。

对Taille而言，无子是她丈夫眼中横亘在夫妻关系里最不和谐的一桩罪，这罪只会单方面降在女性头上。

如一片寸草不生的地，一只下不了蛋的母鸡，你无用的子宫注定你不是一个完整的女人。

共享的悲痛与无能为力淹没了她们的心，然而这种情绪在与丈夫朝夕相处面面相觑的日子中是无人可诉说的，唯有关停情感的感知才能继续麻木地生活。

女性互助的价值就在炉火前的交心片刻被勾连起来。

父权制婚姻的阴影像萦绕不去的乡愁一样盘桓在她们的头上，愁云惨雾阻断了前路。

Abigail形容与丈夫的性行为是“他夜间的愉悦”，言下之意是床笫间的亲密对于她没有任何的性快感，只是被动承受着男性的性欲发泄与传宗接代的任务。

Taille拒绝丈夫性要求后受到的威胁则令人毛骨悚然。

在独属于她们两人的性爱中却让人看到寂灭的希望复生的可能性。

第一个吻，于两人都是全然陌生的经验。

在同性恋文化还没有被主流社会道德明确斥作禁忌的当时，这反而不是一种明知禁忌的反叛，而是跟从情感的召唤探索未知又神秘的域外之地。

手中只有一张残缺的地图，却要按图找到逃离的去处。

彼此试谈又退却，胆怯的心思终在一个吻中道尽了心意相通。

狂喜的感受流遍四肢百骸，超越了语言的经验，令一切字词的堆叠都黯然失色。

Astonishment and joy，复诵三次的迷狂恍若祷文给全新的神话注入了信仰的力量，同样复诵三次的"Abigail"则是无边绝望中唯一可以点亮心灵余温的咒语。

吟诵你的名字，我的生命就能透过想象延续下去。

关于两个丈夫的形象，影片难能可贵的一点是没有把对他们的塑造扁平化成标签意味的“同夫”。

在女性叙事的领域之外，虽然着墨分量不一，却各自完成了立体的描写。

穷困与悲伤给Dyer打造了一张铁铸的面具，他笨拙又不善言辞，将与妻子等量的痛苦全部埋藏在男性性别建构下的沉默强硬之中。

时间流逝，他学会共情妻子的感受并最终呈现了一段在时代局限中稍为健康的夫妻关系图景。

而Finney作为反面形象也有颇多值得玩味的细节铺设，从他对牲畜毫无怜悯的杀戮，对疑似侵入边界陌生人的仇视都可以看出他是在用暴力法则驯服自己的所有物。

讽刺的是，口中最为虔信上帝旨意之人却也是最残暴的刽子手。

只有在平等自由的性中，我才感到被爱与真实，才真正体会何谓活着。

福克纳笔下艾米丽毒死赫默的情节变身成有毒的男子气概冷血而有预告的谋杀。

“那战胜了爱情的煎熬的永恒长眠已经使他驯服了”，野性难驯的她终于臣服在毒药发作的一支舞中。

Abigail面对死去爱人的尸体以日记中性爱场面集锦式地涌现来压制死亡的具象，文字串联的回忆画面瞬间摄取了观者所有的感官，仿佛逝去的爱人可以起死回生。

而这种想象支配回忆的生命力确实能抗衡死亡，直至阴阳两隔也不可能将你带离我的身边。

美国是一个由无畏的拓荒者在马背上建立的国家。

我们的祖先向着未知的新世界索取征服与冒险，所到之处汇聚成了如今地图册上指尖触摸的一道道疆土的边界。

女人的命运也正如天父凝视下无家可归的流浪者，在拓荒中逐渐找回自我。

世上没有为女人预留的国度，女人作为天父的奴隶，世世代代奔徙流浪从未放弃过对应许之地的追寻，去梦想、去期待与用想象创造新世界，也是在完成一套独属于女性的神话与语言。

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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）

作者： pASslosS 在3月全网上线的片单中，《打开心世界》格外值得关注——它不仅入围了威尼斯电影节的主竞赛单元，还拿下了酷儿狮奖。

不过观众对该片的期待未止于此。

除了奥斯卡影帝卡西·阿弗莱克「制片+演员」双重身份的加持，主演阵容还有《神奇动物在哪里》的凯瑟琳·沃特斯顿，以及凭借同期女性主义佳作《女人的碎片》拿下威尼斯影后的凡妮莎·柯比。

故事发生在1856年的纽约上州，这里在影片中被描绘成一片与世隔绝的幽闭之地。

一间被冰雪封藏的小木屋在屏幕上停留数秒，阿比盖尔无法入睡。

「骄傲几乎殆尽，希望渺茫，我们迎来了新年。

」新年的第一天，阿比盖尔用无精打采的语调描述了她的观察。

几个月前，她年幼的女儿死于白喉，这一创伤足以令一个家庭破碎。

她和丈夫戴亚分坐在餐桌两端，一言不发地吃着煮熟的土豆。

这一幕，让人想到《都灵之马》里险恶的黑白色调，这里的生活似乎已干涸倒退至「生存」的原始状态。

这里多说一句，本片改编自吉姆·谢泼德的短篇小说，而促使原作者动笔写下这一短篇小说的契机，是1856年一场发生在纽约上州的暴风雪。

在浏览当地农民的日记时，他发现了一张纸条，上面写着:「我最好的朋友搬走了，我想我再也见不到她了。

」这张纸条成了故事的缘起，同时决定了这会是一个以人物自述为轴心的故事。

在电影中，阿比盖尔在劳作之余无休止地写作，这是她表达内心生活的唯一方式。

2月，纽约上州走出严寒，没人能预料到这里即将被尖叫的暴风雪和野蛮的大火撕裂。

当阿比盖尔初见塔莉，她们的眼眸便已散发着坦率的依赖。

阿比盖尔是埋头苦写的沉思者，她把世界看作由墨水和想象力构筑而成的保护伞；塔莉则不同，她整个身躯上扬，脸颊红润，头发松散地铺在空气中。

她很直接，没有被想象力驱使的习惯。

阿比盖尔和塔莉创造了一个远离了既定生活的空间，她们的男人也一同被搁置在外面。

她们分享关于家庭、农活、孩子的经验，分享童年和遗憾，偶尔守在篝火旁一言不发，或是干脆语无伦次。

有那么一个场景，她们在阳光下一同拧干蒸腾着热气的衣物，情感已然外化为一个金黄色的场景。

热恋珍贵如夕阳，她们坠入爱河。

但此前并没有任何模板告诉她们这是一种怎样的情感。

而《打开心世界》最为成功的一处，就是阿比盖尔和塔莉之间的火花是生效的。

羞怯的微笑和无法挪移的目光、触碰的手指、足底按摩式的爱抚、笨拙的吻……她们的亲密关系建立于导演对肢体情绪的细腻洞察，以及相爱之人彼此间那生机勃勃的拙态和孩童般的喜悦。

热恋降临，阿比盖尔仰靠在桌旁的长凳上，双臂完全放松地舒展开来。

Astonishment and joy.Astonishment and joy.Astonishment and joy.她成为自己情感的拓荒者，忠于真实欲望的显现。

回顾过往的同性影片，其实最常被拿来浓墨重彩一番的，便是因觉察同性欲望而旁生的「羞耻感」。

不过《打开心世界》抛弃了类似的心理构筑，只让她们坠入情感，并将注定夭折的爱情尽可能延后。

所以这部电影既感性又具有现代思维。

尽管罗马尼亚的取景地给予影片一派荒芜的基调，但看完之后我仍不禁要问，这些生活在19世纪的农民是否真的如此开放，以至于能够清晰表达内心深处的感受，坦诚面对近乎禁忌的欲望？

而光是这两点，连我这个现代人都很难做到。

不过，《打开心世界》的底子仍是一个经典的爱情故事，放到异性恋电影的传统里，这种模式已被尝试过太多次，其实有些缺乏挑战性。

巧合的是，《打开心世界》与《菊石》都是以19世纪女同性恋为题材的影片，足可见无论是真实故事还是虚构故事，近几年电影人从历史中截取/刻画「女同性恋爱情故事」的做法都很频繁，不知不觉已经创造了新的安全区。

其中黄金标准自然是是《燃烧女子的肖像》，围绕其旋转的除了《菊石》还有《伊莉莎与玛瑟拉》《告诉蜜蜂》《薇塔与弗吉尼亚》和《与艾米丽的疯狂夜晚》。

这些带有年代背景的女同片有个共同的主题，那就是在一个没有情感范例的时空里发明「爱情」。

回到影片，其实除了阿比盖尔和塔莉，两个男性角色同样值得玩味。

芬尼记录着塔莉的一举一动，妻子去了哪里，停留了多久，有没有做家务，肯不肯给他生孩子，是否出轨……这是一个与宗教和父权制传统捆扎在一起的男性角色，也是我们经常在其它影片中看到的魔鬼化身。

他对妻子的残忍源于他对待女性的方式。

影片并未刻意突出他谋杀塔莉是否是因为她爱上了女人，但可以想象，如果塔莉爱上的是另一个男人，结局恐怕也是一样的。

但是卡西·阿弗莱克饰演的戴亚却有着不可思议的人物弧光。

他总是用一种沙哑而受伤的声音讲话（卡西·阿弗莱克的自带技能）。

相较于企图控制塔莉的芬尼，戴亚这个角色跳出了既有的框架。

在影片的最后，观众能从戴亚身上瞥见人性的一面。

他既没有任何失常的迹象，也没有借此要挟妻子。

阿比盖尔和戴亚在面对悲剧这一层面，是坚持到最后的、惺惺相惜的同盟者。

的确，戴亚是一个情感表达能力有限的人。

对阿比盖尔来说，他与塔莉的距离正如针线盒与地图册的距离。

但他还是能做到把渴望埋藏在心底，并通过阿比盖尔对塔莉的情感寻找自我解救的途径。

另一面，他对阿比盖尔的提问探讨了人的极限，即一种「无能为力」。

阿比盖尔对塔莉的追忆因无能而自我痛恨，还有他们的女儿，这些都是类似的伤痛。

但事实上，《打开心世界》差点因为一个显而易见的缺陷毁于一旦。

观众在大部分篇幅里听到的主要是画外音。

它取材自小说文本，虽然平静而生动，但对画外音的过度依赖几乎触碰了电影这项艺术形式的禁忌。

更致命的是，这些画外音具有繁复深邃的的文学性。

当我们单拿出一句台词时，会发现它已经足够丰满，那么为了给这种丰满让位，对视听的削弱已是必然。

可以说，这部影片的魅力来自文本，桎梏也来自文本。

当她们在树林里读着优美精致的台词，人物似乎已从日常抽离。

但为了体验这样纯粹的浪漫和诗意，我说服自己融入到这种架空的美学当中，便也毫无障碍地接受了。

不过很神奇的是，在很多时刻里，画外音不仅没有成为困扰，反倒创造了新的和谐。

散文诗般的语言成了「氛围发动机」，导演围绕文本创造出新的视听结构，剪辑、摄影、声音和时代元素……它们转换着搭配方案向前均衡流动。

所以说一部影片不是不能有画外音，而是要创造性地使用画外音。

片中的画外音更多时候是作为角色不可言说的心声或私藏的秘密而存在。

而正因为其语调平静，所以情绪功能转而交给了其它视听元素。

导演说，旁白的录制几乎是对影片进行了二次创作。

令人印象深刻的视觉场景同样存在，正如摄影师André Chemetoff拍下的这一场令人头晕目眩的暴风雪。

片中很多室内镜头受到19世纪绘画的启发，其中就包括丹麦画家 Vilhelm Hammershoi的作品。

而影片外景的氛围则让人想起画家约翰·辛格·萨金特。

Vilhelm Hammershoi的作品当然，片中最难以被忽视的元素是音乐，它是影片真正不可或缺的那一部分。

担任配乐的丹尼尔·布拉姆博格在开机前就已经开始作曲了。

他参与了影片的拍摄过程，从自然环境中汲取灵感，并有意识地围绕画外音来构建场景。

本片原声带里的曲目非常清晰，几乎就是音乐版的私密日记。

木质地板的颤抖、嘶鸣的动物、晃动的牛铃、呼啸的风声……用悠扬的爵士乐旋律拉动情感，用实验性的音符烘衬焦虑与挑战，正如那场被声音抽象化的暴风雪和在风中尖叫的火焰，二者如此契合。

看完电影后重新听一遍原声带，场景会在脑中精准浮现。

虽然《打开心世界》有着丰盈而庞杂的元素，却几乎与《燃烧女子的肖像》背道而驰。

后者的导演瑟琳·席安玛在配乐的使用上非常节制，刻意营造的空白成功升华了全片那为数不多的几段旋律。

《燃烧女子的肖像》篝火旁的神圣合唱但我们可以看到另一种方案在《打开心世界》中生效。

在片中居于主导位置的画外音和音乐能够进行交流。

它们行走在单行线上，又幻化成不同形式的散文诗此消彼长。

正如艺术家劳瑞·安德森在音乐中所尝试的，她将语言与音乐结合，语言里包含音乐性，音乐里有文学性。

她拍摄过一部散文电影《狗心》，其中同样充斥着大量旁白和旋律，却和谐而极富魅力。

如果《打开心世界》是一首曲子，那么影片对休止符的运用也很有趣。

戴亚的突然出现曾两度打断阿比盖尔的幻想，一次是通过音乐的戛然而止把阿比盖尔从热恋中惊醒，另一次则是在片尾，阿比盖尔抱着塔莉，回忆被埋藏在日记里的肌肤之亲，然而画面终止，一切回归现实。

归根结底，日记是幻想，地图册则是幻想的延伸。

文字窥探着自己的内心，也窥探远方的爱人。

阿比盖尔情感丰富的散文诗里掩藏着怯懦，她的勇敢停留在对欢愉的享受，却无能于拯救。

正如她曾偷偷跑到塔莉的家附近，在角落里用望远镜放大塔莉的身影。

阿比盖尔是一只会在笼中唱歌的鸟儿，也是在笼中幸存的鸟儿。

但是，仅此而已。

日记里的文字能带来什么呢？

其实在闭塞的环境中，唯一的变量就是想象力。

想象力可用来自杀，但也可以是一种治疗方式。

它是一种理解「存在」命题的方法论。

一个人唯一能逃避的就是想象力，正如芬尼。

但一个人能用来拯救自己的也只有想象力，正如阿比盖尔。

在电影里，死去的女儿和死去的塔莉揭开了一个鲜血淋漓的真相，即「旧的恐惧总会取代新的恐惧」。

生活的痛苦不断翻新，新的土壤在等待干涸，并催促情感里的执着和顽强更夯实一些。

总的来说，《打开心世界》是一部没有让人失望的影片，无论是氛围、视听语言还是情感张力都有很大的优势。

当你看过之后，会像是经历了一场虚无缥缈的倾盆大雨。

不推荐这部影片，因为导演略显残忍。

僵硬泛青的尸体，撕开了观众的心。

眼见着灵动美丽的爱人被一步步剥夺生命，而观众和女主一样无能为力，这么沉痛的死亡、压抑的愧疚、深深的无力，导演竟全然不给一点释放的空间，明明在爱人骤然离开生死未卜的时候，导演都可以肆意的让女主沉浸在痛哭、哀嚎和歇斯底里中。

而真正死亡揭幕时，导演一步步的制造了一个沉重的拉人入绝望体会的能量团，最后用激情肉体不断闪回，和冰冷尸体的强烈对比，搅拌这团漩涡，一股脑砸进观众内心，然后戛然而止全不理会。

看完以后不可能不堵心，因为这团有意为之的漩涡没得到释放，只能凌迟着观众同为人类最基本的慈心和同情心，这种感受很像一次小小的心理创伤。

很多电影让人印象深刻，它们拨动人类共性的情愫，调动观众的共情，让相似的情感得以宣泄，正是在别人的故事里留下自己的眼泪，或者重新植入新的理念给有同样伤口的人，这是电影治愈的力量。

有些电影全程阴郁的很，作为一种叙事的色调，也无可厚非。

而有些电影，导演特别设计的影像，就是为了精准的你心里割上一小刀，不管故事、内涵、电影语言多么优秀，这种难忘的一幕还是不够善意，显得阴险。

自用，全剧台词搬运。

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.

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...

说起近年来好莱坞最亮眼的女演员。

凡妮莎·柯比绝对值得起一个提名。

她是《碟中谍6》中光芒几乎盖过阿汤哥的白寡妇。

也是今年颁奖季大热作品《女人的碎片》中，经历了丧女之痛的玛莎。

从危险性感的黑市军火商，到隐忍却温柔的母亲。

凡妮莎一直在向好莱坞、向市场展现她的多面性。

而如今又有一部新作品，让我们看到了她的无限潜力——

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豆瓣8.2，近八成观众打出四星以上的高分。

这部电影不仅成功拿下了这一届威尼斯电影节的酷儿狮奖，也是金狮奖的提名者之一。

导演莫娜·法斯特欧德，你可能会对这个名字感到陌生。

但要是我说，她是《野马》的联合编剧之一，你也许就会有一点印象了。

《野马》去年大魔王凯特·布兰切特配音的那部讲述隔离生活的短片，《居家自制》，我们也能在一众编剧中看到莫娜的名字。

再来看看《打开心世界》的卡司。

刚刚提到过的凡妮莎·柯比，美艳贵气、演技傲人。

一部《王冠 第二季》，曾帮她拿下艾美奖提名。

而《女人的碎片》，又让她成为今年奥斯卡影后的有力竞争者。

另一位女主，凯瑟琳·沃特斯顿。

《神奇动物在哪里》中的蒂娜，《异形：契约》中的丹尼尔斯。

一米八的高挑身材，气场强大、走路带风，是个人特色非常鲜明的女演员。

卡西·阿弗莱克，凭借《海边的曼彻斯特》中克制却动人的表演封神。

他是小金人二次得主本·阿弗莱克的弟弟，而卡西本人也是奥斯卡影帝。

《海边的曼彻斯特》美女+影帝的配置，有颜有实力，已经很令人期待。

这部电影的故事也讲得很美。

它改编自美国作家吉姆·谢泼德在2017年发行的同名短篇小说，讲述了19世纪中期的美国，两对夫妇在困境和孤独中的挣扎。

背景设定在1856年的斯科哈里县。

农妇阿比盖尔(凯瑟琳·沃特斯顿饰)和丈夫戴尔(卡西·阿弗莱克饰)过着与世隔绝的生活。

几个月前，他们的女儿因为白喉病逝，阿比盖尔的生活也因此失去了意义。

她在日记中写道：“天气晴朗却寒冷。

今早我发现卧室里结冰了，这是这个冬天的第一次。

”“土豆刚洗好，上面的水就结成了冰。

”“没有一丝锐气，也不抱任何希望。

”“新的一年又开始了。

”

新的一年又开始了，但阿比盖尔的文字却让人看不到任何希望。

冰冷、易碎、摇摇欲坠，就像土豆上的那层冰。

她每天重复做着同样的农活，日子过得机械又乏味。

与丈夫的感情，也在失去女儿之后麻木冷却。

戴尔不懂她的魂不守舍，她也不想对他敞开心扉、坦白自己的痛苦。

这一天，县里来了一对新夫妇。

妻子塔莉(凡妮莎·柯比饰)优雅、大方，阿比盖尔立刻被她吸引了。

两个女人之间建立起一种奇妙的联系。

阿比盖尔向塔莉吐露，她与戴尔的婚姻，根本与浪漫沾不上边。

两人都只是在履行义务，好让艰难又空洞的生活看起来没那么可怕。

而塔莉跟她面临着同一种困境。

塔莉说，她的丈夫芬尼脾气不好、控制欲极强。

因为自己没给他生个孩子，所以夫妻不和。

塔莉又问起阿比盖尔，她是不是也没有孩子。

阿比盖尔低下头，第一次向人倾诉出她的痛苦。

这一场交心，让阿比盖尔感到前所未有的释放与欣慰。

她与塔莉的关系也日益亲密起来。

而塔莉的丈夫芬尼也察觉到了什么。

他不怀好意地邀请阿比盖尔夫妇上门做客，想看看妻子近日都与谁厮混在一起。

但阿比盖尔和塔莉却对他的心思一无所知。

她们缩在后厨的角落，塔莉笑嘻嘻地问阿比盖尔，有没有想她。

“当然啊。

”像是闺蜜间的撒娇，又或是借着玩笑表达出的真情。

为了庆祝阿比盖尔的生日，塔莉给她买了一本她梦寐以求的地图集。

她们坐在炉火边，又一次谈起荒唐的生活。

塔莉说，丈夫有个小本子，记录着每一个她出门会面的人。

什么人、见了多久，都记得清清楚楚。

芬尼还常对她说：“妻子对自己的身体没有掌控权，但她的丈夫有。

”阿比盖尔静静地听着。

这一天，两人聊到很晚。

当塔莉结束生日访问回家时，她卷入了一场几乎让她丧命的风暴中。

芬尼带她去疗养，阿比盖尔很是担心。

但塔莉总归是回来了，那个时候已经是春天。

一场要命的风暴，让两人终于鼓起勇气，向对方袒露自己的心声。

塔莉对阿比盖尔说，自己只想和她在一起。

她们灵魂交叠，实现对彼此的完全坦诚。

自从孩子死后，戴尔变得越来越情绪化。

当阿比盖尔和塔莉在一起的时候，戴尔会感到很不安。

芬尼在塔莉离家的时候，也会萌生嫉妒之情。

于是，他再一次请阿比盖尔和戴尔共进晚餐。

阿比盖尔却注意到塔莉脖子上有瘀伤。

塔莉告诉阿比盖尔，她不知道的还有很多。

接下来的整整一个星期，塔莉都没有再去找过阿比盖尔。

无法忍受的阿比盖尔跑到塔莉家，却发现房子里空无一人，只剩下一块血淋淋的头巾。

心急如焚的她试图向警方求救，却并未得到任何反馈。

最终，她还是收到了塔莉的一封信。

塔莉告诉她，自己和芬尼已经搬到了85英里以外的地方。

阿比盖尔坚持要去看塔莉。

戴尔再三阻拦，最后还是决定陪伴她一同前往。

然而，当他们到达时，只看到床上一具冰冷的尸体。

塔莉已经死了，芬尼声称是白喉。

但阿比盖尔却坚信，是芬尼毒死了塔莉。

阿比盖尔又回到了她的农场。

她和戴尔继续一起生活，但感情越来越疏远。

沉闷的生活，日复一日，虽然没有意义，但也并非无法忍受。

她又做回了那只笼子里的鸟。

在那个年代，女性的力量很微弱，但仍燃起了几点星火。

玛丽·沃斯通克拉夫特的一本《女权辩护》，正式打响女权主义的战争。

女权先驱用她们瘦弱的身板，对抗着父权的不公。

但那一年，又离女性意识的彻底觉醒，仍差着半个多世纪。

那一场轰轰烈烈的妇女选举权运动，还没有真正地开展起来。

整个女性群体在无尽的黑暗长夜中，半梦半醒、又义无反顾地摸索着前行。

而阿比盖尔和塔莉，也正是这半梦半醒中的一员。

可她们终究还是不同的。

阿比盖尔小时候曾演过《李尔王》中的女儿。

“来吧，我们去监狱，就像在笼子里唱歌的鸟儿。

”阿比盖尔认为，即使被囚在鸟笼里，也依旧能放声歌唱。

但塔莉不同，在笼子里，她便无法发声。

所以，她逃到了阿比盖尔这里，从由窒息的生活所编织的铁笼中脱身。

她试图逃离丈夫的控制、逃离所谓妇道的禁锢，最终成了殉道者。

紫罗兰凋零，新世界将至。

台湾作家简媜在她的代表作《四月裂帛》里写道：“深情即是一桩悲剧， 必得以死来句读。

”如果旧世界甚至容纳不下两个女人的心意相通，那么凋零，其实也是一种反抗。

*本文作者：吃吃