白色物质

一开始很不自觉地要猜这究竟是哪个国家，是什么战争，在哪个年代。后来随着故事的进展，也就都忘了这些疑问。反正这些好像虚幻，又好像真实的事件，都在告诉我，一切都将一发不可收拾。

片中几乎每个人物都被用了特写，他们不同的处境不同的经历似乎一直在存托于佩尔的倔强。每个人都在说着逃离，而鼓动大家逃离的，是直升飞机上一些白色物质对另一些白色物质的警告。然而，我们也不能确定，留下来，是不是另一种方式的逃离？逃离这种必须落叶归根的失败感？

如果一个女人可以镇定地面对一些持枪劫路的匪徒，说着我认识你，我也认识你，我认识你们每个人，我tm还认识你舅舅！那么我们可以认定她就是一个不相信危机的人，她这种不信危机的镇定是可怕的，却又是飞蛾扑火般的脆弱。是的，她那么单薄地走在泥土地上，却在做着一些果断的劳动。这种让人心疼的徒劳，让我明白了，殖民，只是弱者的逃离。

当人们执着地听着电台的警告，告诫大家能走即走时，她却把频率调在雷鬼乐电台，这种懒散的调调和整个时局如此不和谐。不和谐，便会被颠覆，电台人的被杀，就预示了故事的结局。这个女人太让人抓狂了，连她自己都说这庄园不是她的，但是她掌控一切。这种想掌控一切的欲望，让她家破人亡。

最后终于明白了，其实这繁杂的一切，都只为了述说一个女人，那为什么不都删了，也许会更好。

不小心下的法国电影
还是没变，一样的拖沓
拖沓的主题都模糊了，于是乎就让观众自己总结
我知道自己在干什么
故事和任何一个革命时期的电影一样
反映了革命
可这很不够
对于非洲来说太不够了
对于一个在非洲的白种女人就愈加的不够
那些冲突都不是矛盾的核心
矛盾的核心还不如《血钻》深刻
这些枪从哪里来？
我至今都不明白这些孩子为什么没有强奸她
因为她太明显了
而强奸和轮奸正是非洲女性每天要面对的——
无论年龄
从安理会的5个常任理事国来

晚上看了一部法国片《白色物质》，从开始收紧的一口气，憋到结束还没吐出来。又是一部讲坚强的白人女性的电影，与《抵挡太平洋的堤坎》如出一辙，于佩尔也是在远离法国的殖民地，看着一篇土地和收成，养着关系不睦的孩子，于佩尔顽强拼搏，与天斗与地斗与人斗，最后收获一场凄惨。但《白色物质》更让人震撼。

影片最重要的对话是：“离开这里我啥都不是”，“你放不下你在这里的所有”

电影的配乐，基本上就是贝斯在营造压迫感的气氛，属于sound design一类的配乐。有一段配乐相当耐人寻味，一群黑人小孩学习叛军拿着枪从山坡上走下来的那段，音乐居然显得那么轻松，如此讽刺性的配乐。

电影不好看，三星完全给于佩尔

Dream can be built in one's mind freely, also can be spreaded and hung on with one's spirit. But when the dream against the fact that cannot change, we should give up and hold the precious life, 'cause when everything is set up by humanity, you can recover your dream by your living, or you have to pay the suffering because of your stubbornness.....

The first question is, “Why did she stay?”, followed by, “How would she stay?” It’s perhaps easier to analyze by exclusions: Jean-Marie did NOT stay for political reasons; nor for profit; nor for love of the land or culture (as Dinesen professed to be). In fact, Marie didn’t seem to be capable of sentimentalism, let alone living and dying for it.
Clues? “Your father said happiness is not enough for me.”
“I am a good fighter, too. How could I show courage in France? It would be absurd; no rhyme or reason. I’d slacken off, get too comfortable.”
These are not the finest examples of eloquence by any measure. But one can hardly articulate better, such being the revelation of the private psycology of colonialism.
It is not defiance, nor ennui; it is more like some sort of wounded pride, or possessiveness, or hauteur. Or a despair at one’s own fitness to live anywhere else. Is that the quintessence of colonialism? If it is, according to the film-maker, then we are really witnessing an author’s empathetic greatness. The attitude is difficult yet not alien, not off-putting. The thing you can indeed fault the French characters is that they had no imagination apart from a vague animalistic awareness of danger and opportunities. This lack of imagination insulated them and ultimately destroyed them.
What does Denis try to tell about Jean-Marie through her family? Was Manual supposed to be the decadent, deadbeat offshoots of colonialism losing its mojo? What did the black man mean when he said, “You botched it with him; you didn’t finish the job” – is that a metaphor for colonialism at the end of its tether? And why did Andre stay? Was he shamed into staying by Marie?

Very disciplined camerawork, directing a viewer’s line of sight and perspective’ almost bossy. The tempo of the movie is great. The languour of the landscape and climate contrasts most poignantly with the graphic, gratuitous violence.