科学睡眠

米歇尔冈瑞超强的作者风格，与永恒阳光一脉相承手持自然光粗糙道具，给了本片低本创意的文艺气息与简单易行的想象空间，创造力得以大刀阔斧，现实与梦境交叉发展的叙事可谓前所未有的易读与流畅，这点塔可夫斯基费里尼甚至希区柯克都未曾将结构把握得如此简洁明晰，演员群体对两种时空的游刃有余至关重要，而跳脱的美术也是阅读零障碍的关键，不过本片对梦境的解构太过自我，因此形上层面的震撼力不如永恒阳光，剩下了荒诞的可笑和童贞的可爱。
生活化的剧情，童话般的创意，男女主角在《科学睡眠》中做着粗糙却浪漫的白日梦，手工艺爱好者一定不能错过这部布马行海的电影！

不是所有男人都性饥渴，就像女人都浪漫？
灾难科学
Stephane vs Stephanie
黄金小马小子
一秒钟时间旅行器
滑雪那一觉，太好玩啦
手大的人阴茎大？

　　　　　　不算纯真的YY年代
　　　　　　————不敢作下去的《梦游狂想曲》

　　上帝，我分明记得这片子中男主角的老板在介绍他们那两个不靠谱的员工时有过一句类似“别理他们，他们在玩过家家”的台词，但事实上我刚刚发现根本没有。怎么办，我是本打算以那段台词开篇的。

　　我这样写绝不是为了做作地迎合这曾令我闷扰的片子——有人可以证明——的主题，这发生了，千真万确，我发誓。而如果有一天我又发现那段台词真的存在或出现在另一部片子中，我会很宽慰。

　　好吧，也许我们并不需要一个像样的开篇，因为这部电影不到两个小时的时间里每隔几分钟就会出现一点会令我意识到“我不敢去写影评”的激灵。这种感觉一直积压到我回到电脑前，大爆炸然后坍缩了。而我现在在做的，似乎颇有点儿至尊宝高举照妖镜的的架势。但我知道，出于已经达到一定程度的自我保护意识，这篇文章到最后依然将会是一篇没有任何营养的主旋律流水账，那些我曾经被触及到的，以及我丢下拾不起来的种种，会在我组织文字的过程中选择性地从大脑皮层中抹去。照妖镜照出来的可能是一只地精，或是一只塔那厘怯魔，但决不会一丝不挂。

　　但即使这样我还是决定写下去，基本上只因为我至少怕过。

　　那么我要说，尽管看上去这部片子说的是做梦的故事，但事实上片中对梦的解构依然停留在古典的日有所思夜有所梦的理论上。当然在这种安排的基础上，一旦梦中的景象变得较为现实或是现实的色彩较为梦幻，那么稍稍地一杂糅，便会变得不可捉摸。因此，这些理想化的黄粱梦，既然主人公是一个时常分不清梦境与现实的废柴，那么但将其理解为YY亦无妨吧。说真的，我宁愿将片中一半以上的梦境这样去理解，因为以我做梦的经验，梦不该是那个样子的。

　　但正是因为这种理解的置换，带来了一些不可调和的矛盾。但我偏不要用第一人称，多数情况下旁观才是我的作风，这点也很难调和。

　　佛经说有三心不可得：过去心、现在心、未来心。此三心皆为虚妄，不可得故而要不得。换言之就是不要YY过去、现在和将来，要以万物皆空的心理达到无相之境。这并非一种积极的精神状态，但也有其积极的意义，如果YY成为一种逃避的话……

　　Stephane就是那样一个心怀异想却不得志的设计师，带着他那毫无商业价值的创意回到了故乡，被迫接受了一份糟透了的工作，扭了手臂却认识了在他家租屋的女孩Stephanie，对自由艺术共同的追求与热爱使Stephane爱上了Stephanie，而Stephane的羞涩和Stephanie的敏感却使二人的关系难以进展，于是Stephane不断在梦中寻求答案却无法解脱，于是一系列的梦做过后，一系列的事情发生后，一系列的梦想在照进现实后，故事结束在一个大团圆的——梦里……

　　说老实话，我并不喜欢那个实验室的设计，它看上去就只是在迎合science这个字眼，而将情节支离。每个人都是自己梦的导演和编剧（虽然这和我自己关于梦的理论有些相悖），这样直白地去表现，虽在一定程度上定义了本片的迷幻风格，不至画蛇添足，也称不上点睛之处。

　　你看，我就知道我会东扯西扯迟迟走不入正题。Stephane的各种不敢面对，我可以大胆地说一句感同身受，但事实上这适用于每一个粘液质的人。于是我要谈到YY，谈到想象力，和一些宅向的东西。

　　我的想象力正在变得枯竭，相对的，冷笑话的能力却大为精进，因为前者需得要天马行空，而后者只要脑筋急转弯就好了。想起曾经可以几乎毫无障碍地代入到各种角色扮演的世界中去，去体会比剧情中更为复杂的感情和自由意识，想起自己曾写过的那些游戏小说，想起曾热情饱满地戏剧化那些网络游戏中自己的故事和单机游戏中NPC的故事，并乐此不疲的我，如今已经变得呆板与迟钝。直到有一天我会发现老板不屑的表情和身后同事的嘀咕会将我剩余的最后一点创作欲与和幽默感全部抹杀，如果我还能够做出让他们互相拥抱着用委屈并虔诚的表情膜拜我的梦，那支撑我的也不是什么想象力，而是报复欲。

　　记得大一有一段时间常跟同学谈到梦然后自称经常将梦和现实混淆。事实上的确有那么几次，其中包括得知关于我身世的一部分事情后所产生的一点条件反射，但是并不是很严重。我却想说，用大量夸张的结论去催眠自己的意识，那真的是我那时所期望达到的状态，事实上我总是期望得到各种奇妙或糟糕的体验，“我是一个感觉者（专有名词，知者自知）”，我时常这样定义自己，尽管有些自大。

　　可我并没能成功，要知道，越是刻意地去玩弄你的记忆，它就越是不听话，一个简单的例子，你想忘记的东西会因为这种渴望的强烈而被真正铭记，而你想记住的那些东西往往会因为刻意去强调记忆作用的本身而非对象的内容而模糊不清。我不清楚这世上到底会不会有还算正常的人会达到Stephane那种精神状态，就像我不清楚他的那个一秒钟旅行机的原理究竟算是科幻性质的还是心理范畴的。

　　Stephane在浴缸中半梦半醒地给Stephanie留下了想要她的朋友Zoe电话的字条，清醒后随即反悔。这桥段当然只是一个伏笔，但无论如何在两种好感中Stephane做出了清醒的选择。作为一个宁愿将安全感置放于随时随地的YY中的内向的人来说，任何施以关心的人都会很容易成为其报以好感的对象，压力下的一份寄托。但唯有清醒之余，才能排除那些一时的感受和额外的因素，得到那个不会再有疑惑的答案。

　　通常这样的人身边又总会有一个象Stephane上司那样的达达主义者，或是嬉皮士或是朋克，而且大多数情况下都是作为知己，就像《美丽心灵》和《杯酒人生》，啊哈，《斗阵俱乐部》也要算。当我们的心境已经随着主人公的血型和星座产生变化时，这些人的行为更容易诱使观众的产生价值观和道德观的评判，对他、对主人公、也是对自己。但现实中你又很难碰到这样的一个人，那些表面上的快乐和豁达遮掩的是另一些坚强的苦恼，那些玩摇滚的耍朋克的毕业后也都穿上了各式各样的制服，更不要说那些自以为是的无政府主义者了。所以当一个需要自拔的人找不到这样的一个鲜明的对立面，也就相当于缺少了一份的动力。

　　波希米亚人的生活永远是那样令人着迷，这些自由艺术者用音乐、绘画和各种各样的行为艺术诠释自己的理想，装点自己的生活。可能对大多数人来说，这种生活本身就只能去幻想，然后幻灭。而这种波希米亚式的生活却永远有着现实不可承受的一面。“一个人除非事先屈服于无情的自然法则，才能开始这样的生活。”亨利·缪尔热在《波希米亚人》的序中写到。这不只包括经济上的因素，也包括社交和存在感的格格不入。“在这种人性复苏的过程中，波希米亚人依然如故，依照巴尔扎克的腔调，寻求这属于他们自己的生活……他们在等待着能以自己的规则为基础，真正地支配自己。”这里特别要强调的是，后半句话的主语是“这些疯子们”。

　　相隔咫尺的两部电话连接的是两颗在艺术的光环下互相理解的心，也连接了Stephane的现实与梦境。这是结局前的最后一个美梦吧。

　　随之而来的，导演巧妙地运用梦境影射了现实中那份不安的来源，那是Stephane最初的梦想，却引发了现今的苦楚。曾经梦想的一切遮掩不了Stephane眼前的遗憾。而一段段现实与YY的杂糅的终结，也只不过是在纸糊的汽车中，束手就擒的场面。投降不等于妥协，连自尊都丧失掉了。之后Stephane最后一次大喜过望后的逃避，纵使血泪纵横，也只会让人唏嘘得不耐烦了吧，而他居然还是在继续地YY。其实现实、梦境与记忆三者纠缠不清的背后，永恒的主题是逃避……

　　非要到离别，那颗驿动的心才能再次变得不安分吧。布制的帆船上，几棵代表森林的树木、玻璃纸的汪洋、棉絮的浮云，黄金小马王的公仔，之前所有联系着二人的梦的道具们，浮现于Stephane和Stephanie的童话故事最后的结局。而童话般的结局，只存在于YY中不是么？

　　呜呼哀哉，果然在保护心理的强势压力下一派和谐昂然的景象，那么到此收笔吧。于是回想当初我想用来作开篇的那句“他们在玩过家家”，我接下来想写的似乎是这样的：

　　过家家，这种幼年时最富想象力的YY游戏，会有谁没玩过么？

　　说真的，我就没玩过……

“听着，你扭曲现实的情况很严重。”
“你可以时常和很多人在一起，却感觉自己被遗弃。”
有点小迷人的Stephanie嗔着在大多数人看起来是那么不靠谱的妇女之友，当然也是个小男生Stephane。
歪歪高手Stephane着实分不清梦境与现实，比如在浴缸里好端端地泡着澡，眼前的肥皂泡泡忽然啪啦啪啦嘭成了满缸的玻璃纸，然后是光着身子发骚的女同事莫名奇妙地献吻。Stephane说不行不行，我内疚，然后用蹩脚法文给Stephanie写便条。
亲爱的Stephanie。
Stephane从墨西哥来，父亲刚刚去世于癌症，母亲给他推荐了一份据说是很有创意的工作，于是他回到了家乡。可是所谓的平面设计就是在地下室里粘纸条。工作，同事，上司一切皆不如人意。歪歪大王Stephane于是在他夜晚的Stephane TV啪啦啪啦嘭出了一只大蜘蛛，把看不起自己鲜嫩水粉画日历创意老板缠成了长头发长胡子的丑八怪老头，窗外是满目满目的逐格动画做成的漂浮的纸盒大厦，同事皆拜倒。
你看他就是很享受这样歪歪情节严重的操控世界。
你可以叫Stephane歪歪高手，梦想狂热分子，看起来他就是个重度梦游症患者。拥有自己的乱搞工作室，电影的开始他就架着两台摄像机制作他Stephane TV的制梦节目。“关键在于精细搭配和丰富的原材料。首先，滴上几滴胡思乱想，然后，加入主料：适量记忆碎片和怀旧汁水——哦，这是二人份；稍微搅拌，放入爱，友情，和一些其他的关系进行调味……”
“但是我不想一辈子生活在公寓里。” Stephane在浴缸歪歪的一段，对光身子女同事玛婷这样说。
但是事情似乎出现转机。女猪脚Stephanie出现了。Stephane将新邻居Stephanie的钢琴撞翻至楼梯口。一开始的新邻居只是长着长头发和暗黑中模糊的面容。
实在是很相似的人，名字都相差无几。Stephane明明爱上了Stephanie却假借需要见到她只是为了她那个女友Zoey的电话。"Stephanie: so,how about your father? Stephane: ...my father...he's still dead..."一开始的每次对白都是如此勉强得没话找话。
但是相似就是相似。Stephane告诉Stephanie每种结构都会有它们的共鸣频率，摁对了钢琴的和弦化纤棉就会像云一样飘浮在空气里。Stephanie的房间里有按键是纽扣的电话，关在笼子里的大象被比它还大的螳螂敲了脑袋，她就是一个巧手的同样也是不靠谱的姑娘。
两个不靠谱的人一起，你可知道有多么好玩！Stephane将Stephanie的烟头丢到楼下，然后将过路的行人歪歪成被烟烧着了正准备打滚，Stephanie说我们可要救他吖，于是拧开水龙头，接了一盆的玻璃纸一股脑朝楼下无辜的好好的行人头上倒下去。“透明糖纸的混沌世界！”他们玩得很开心。
妇女之友Stephane就是神经触感比人敏感强烈，他老是幻想Stephanie是不在乎他的，幻想她甚至还有男友，Stephanie和男友在公司给Stephane庆祝的宴会上跳艳舞。可是Stephanie就是微妙他，就是想折磨他，他就是这样想的。
树洞里装满了他最恐惧的梦。这些感觉其实就是我们对周遭的不满，无力和自己的卑微感，逐格动画的幻想世界和Stephane每次痛快狠狠的对世界的操控，其实是我们回避型的人格障碍。没关系啊，其实有时候世界根本甚至不是我们所感觉到的样子。
“那我到底要怎么样？”
“呃……我不知道，或者摸我的头发，还有别的什么……”
Stephane爬上了Stephanie的床。在那里，他发现了自己要求她做的森林里的诺亚方舟，那是一只白色绒布的小船，上面种了白色绒布的小树。还有他送给她的一秒钟时光机，Stephane曾经用它耍赖两次拥抱Stephanie，他很满足地睡着了。
“你要去修补你的牙齿么，算了，也许没有牙齿对blow job会比较好……”
几分钟之前还在对Stephanie说这样粗鄙话的Stephane重新进入了Stephane TV的电视节目，在那里，他和她乘着灰色张翅膀的布马，那是Stephanie被放大的手艺，飘呀飘呀，天上是大朵大朵的化纤棉，他们飘到了森林里的诺亚方舟上，森林里的诺亚方舟由玻璃糖纸的小溪流入玻璃糖纸的la mer，青草地仍在身边。
Stephanie摸着Stephane的头发。
“你还要回墨西哥么？”
“额，不会了。”睡梦中的Stephane这样答。
好吧好吧，我坚持认为，他们没有告别。

Stephane: Hi, and welcome back to another episode of "Télévision Educative". Tonight, I'll show you how dreams are prepared. People think it's a very simple and easy process but it's a bit more complicated than that. As you can see, a very delicate combination of complex ingredients is the key. First, we put in some random thoughts. And then, we add a little bit of reminiscences of the day... mixed with some memories from the past.




Stephane: P. S. R. Parallel Synchronized Randomness. An interesting brain rarity and our subject for today. Two people walk in opposite directions at the same time and then they make the same decision at the same time. Then they correct it, and then they correct it, and then they correct it, and then they correct it, and then they correct it. Basically, in a mathematical world these two little guys will stay looped for the end of time. The brain is the most complex thing in the universe and it's right behind the nose.

1.
Each month has its own
most infamous disaster event...
...engraved in the collective memory.
It's a concept I've been trying to
work on and developing.
It's called disasterology.
Stephane, you are not serious.
Oh, I am very serious.
It's the customer that needs
a little bit of a sense of humor.
2.
    P.S. R:
Parallel synchronized randomness.
An interesting brain rarity
and our subject for today.
Two people walk in opposite directions
at the same time...
...and then they make the same decision
at the same time.
Then they correct it,
and then they correct it...
...and then they correct it
and then they correct it...
Basically, in a mathematical world...
...these two little guys will
stay looped for the end of time.
The brain is the most complex thing
in the universe...
...and it's right behind the nose.
Fascinating!
3.
Stephane, Stephanie.
Stephanie, Stephane.
4.
I knew it. I knew it!
Each structure has its own resonant
frequency.
You just have to hit the right chord
at the right time.
5.
Dear Stephanie, comma.
I am just your neighbor,
there is nothing more to say than that.
This is the reason why I am writing
a letter to you...
...because I feel really bad inside
my stomach.
It's a mix between...
I don't know if what I feel is a bit
of nostalgia...
...or wanting to go to the bathroom.
I am just a new liar in your life.
A new liar that has come
and destroyed your piano...
...and maybe by doing that destroy
the huge heritage...
I want us to start a new start
and a new...
A new blank page of friendship.
And if you can embrace that the same
way I am embracing it right now...
...that I am feeling it right now,
I see the possibilities...
...once we go above that threshold
of life...
...and matters that succumb
and become trickling down...
...into this little pond
that is called life.
Full stop. The end.
6.
Do you know what REM means?
Rapid Eye Monitronics.
Your eyes follow your dream movements.
If you walk downstair,say,
Your eyes go down. Turn right-the eyes go right.
It's in your dream,
your eyes art walking.
The eyes.
I can control my eyes in my sleep.
No more sleeping slavery.
7.
I know. I will make your novel,
I am Just Your Neighbor, into a bestseller.
That will attract her.
Then we'll organize a massive wedding.
Madame Stephanie Stephane.
Stephane Miroux, your novel
I'm Just Your Neighbor and a Liar.
By the Way, Do You Have Zo?s Number?
Is a blockbuster.
Yeah.
Where does your genius end?
Painting, sculpturing,
architecturing, writering?
Today, building has began on the
Stephane Miroux Foundation.
A museum dedicated to your work.
So, Stephane Miroux,
did you find the key to success?
Well...
Well, I think people empathize
with what I do...
...because it comes from here.
Oh, you are talking about Stephanie?
Oh, I don't like to talk
about my private life.
So, Stephane Miroux,
we have a little surprise for you to do.
No.
A song for her.
A song?
If you rescue me
I'll be your friend forever
Let me in your bed
I'll keep you warm in winter
All the kitties are playing
And they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me
But if you rescue me...
8.
I am collecting beautiful objects.
A pair of shoes.
Some glasses.
Telephone.
Typewriter.
They are made from wood and felt.
With apparent stitches.
Their delicate and finished
appearance is friendly.
And they are quiet.
Stephanie made them, and I will
expose them in an exhibition.
Stephanie, do you think I could
take the red blanket as well?
Of course, Stephane. Are you kidding?
There's this amazing blanket.
It's thick, red felt
with big white stitches.
Wild animals are running on it.
She smiles.
I bend over a rock to try to reach her.
My stomach, compressed, hurts.
Stephanie?
Can you hold my hand?
I cannot sleep.
She takes it. I fall asleep.
9.
Hey, what's this?
It's the...
Is it your mom's?
No. That's the one-second time travel
machine I told you about.
I finished it. For you.
You wanna try it?
10.
Good.
Hey, you take the glue gun, and I'll try this.
No, no, no.
Why don't we,
why don't we do the scene...
...when you walk
into the apartment...
...and you discover the pony, yeah?
Yeah. Okay.
Yeah?
Okay. So come, come, come.
You must be... Okay. Yeah, there.
Oh, wait.
All right, okay, you're there.
So basically you're just
walking into the apartment...
...and you discover
that the pony can run...
...and you feel very excited, and...
Ready? And action.
Damn it, Stephane,
you've ruined my pony.
Why did you do that?
Cut. What are you doing?
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
No, you should be ecstatic about me.
You should be, like,
praising my ingiue and genius.
11.
Hello?
Stephane?
Are you okay?
I love my pony.
I can't believe you did that.
How did you do it?
I'm sorry about what I said.
I didn't mean one word.
No...
Okay?
No, I'm a creep.
Just like you said.
Listen, Stephane.
You have to toughen up a little.
It's not attractive for a girl
to see a guy crying.
I know, it sucks.
You know I named
Golden the Pony Boy after you.
No, come on. Come on.
It's not true. You had him
before we met.
No, no, it is true.
I improvised his name when
you saw him for the first time.
He didn't have a name.
Now, tell me how you did it.
Golden is galloping for real.
It's unreal.
Well...
It's just an application
of the chaos theory.
Random control.
Each leg has one engine...
...and it moves backwards
or forwards depending on...
...the movement on the other leg.
It's like life.
But in a simplified version.
And it doesn't reproduce.
I'm glad we live
next door to each other.
Will you...
Would you marry me when we're 70?
You've got nothing to lose.
Okay.
Would you mind...
...keep on talking to me
for a little while?
Because I always thought
it was possible to talk from my sleep.
I feel that I'm falling down
into a black hole.
You know that you could never see
someone fall in a black hole.
Because the image of the traveler
who passes the horizon...
...would slow down till it would remain
stuck in the same position...
The state he was
when he crossed the line.
Only it's getting redder.
The traveler gets crushed into spaghetti.
I don't wanna be a spaghetti,
I don't wanna be spaghetti.
No, you won't be a spaghetti.
I don't wanna be a spaghetti.
Stephane?
Are you here?
No, I'm there! I'm there.
It worked! I'm not a spaghetti!
Tell me, tell me. Describe all you can see.
I feel some grass under my feet.
And it's a bit windy.
And cold. And damp.
And there's forest all around me.
And I can see Golden the Pony Boy.
Galloping here. Here, right in front of me.
And I can hear some water.
But I cannot see it.
Oh, here it is. The river.
Is the water made of millions
of tiny pieces of cellophane?
No, it's real water.
Oh, look. I just found the time machine.
The time machine is here.
And it works.
Stephane, are you asleep?