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1 ) 我爱这哭不出来的浪漫
这是一部看完2分23秒预告片就想打5星的电影。不为别的，就为最后一幕特瑞斯穿过人群目光如炬的寻着卡罗尔，而卡罗尔侧过交谈的脸望向她后，两个人远远的，相视而笑。这一幕太赋有张力，以至于看着她们的对视，我心跳都快漏了半拍，所谓美得令人窒息大抵也不过如此吧。
那一幕中特瑞斯穿过人群，穿过痛苦与成长，穿过凄凉荒漠与泥淖沼泽，定定的看着卡罗尔，继而义无反顾的走向她，也走向了自己的命运；命运的另一端卡罗尔同样望向她，眼神笃定又昧味，我知道你会来，所以我等。一眼万年。
还好不是“此刻我多想拥抱你，可惜时光之里山南水北，可惜你我中间人来人往”，还好一切都还来得及，我为这样的Happy Ending暗自庆幸。有人曾问某位女同博主，“你开这个微博是不是在说还是有人幸福的？”她回，“不是，是在说还是有人在坚持的”。同性恋题材影片的Happy Ending意义大概也在这般。
整部影片以倒叙的方式，建构于五十年代美国的大背景下，服饰、音乐、建筑、交通工具复古、优雅并透露着极简的禁欲系。片头以卡罗尔与特瑞斯最后的进餐为开始，一辆火车驶过，镜头拉到两人第一次见面的场景，特瑞斯是给卡罗尔推荐小火车模型的超市雇员，如同后面卡罗尔给特瑞斯的信中提到“Everything comes full circle”，一切恍如隔世，世间万物千回百转归于原点，犹如轮回。
1.Some people change your life forever.
凯特所饰的卡罗尔几乎满足了我对御姐的所有幻想，漂亮优雅、温柔多金、有思想会疼人，重要的是，她还分分钟向我们展示教科书级别的撩妹技能。光是性感的声线，听一句都害怕会怀孕。这样的卡罗尔，有谁能不被她吸引？于是特瑞斯在一场猝不及防的对视中与卡罗尔相遇，只因为这一眼，”Some people change your life forever.”卡罗尔故意遗落的手套，特瑞斯痴汉般盯着她忘记下单的神情，注定纠缠不清。
2.试探
卡罗尔约特瑞斯第一次午餐，她问”Did you live alone?”，这就是成熟女人的聪明之处，她不直接问你“你有男朋友吗？”她问你“你是自己一个人住吗？”年长的人，阅历将她们淬炼的懂得如何将问题说的进退自如，既不令对方难堪又能保持自己的空间。
3.What a strange girl you are,flung out of space.
卡罗尔对总是神色游离的特瑞斯说这句话，是我最喜欢的场景之一。鲁尼的笑很美，是那种不自知的美，与《龙纹身的女孩》中叛逆不羁形成鲜明对比。《龙纹身》里她是一个主动女上位007的朋克攻少女，而《卡罗尔》里她俨然成为一个无意中自带一抹娇羞的大写弱受。很多人不理解特瑞斯对卡罗尔的感情，以及频繁出现的羞赧，其实只要暗恋过的人就会知道，那是内心的小雀跃与不确定的体外表征。面对一个比自己优秀的年上，崇拜带着点暧昧，被夸奖后的惊讶跟欣喜，对她话语的揣摩跟模仿，特瑞斯不过就是年少时懵懵懂懂的自己。
4.信
特瑞斯第一次写下Carol名字的时候，我有被打动到。网络时代你见过很多温暖的小段子，而作为一个不再年轻的怪阿姨，我经历过手写信的时代尾声。那个时候，花上一整个夜晚，写一封词不达意的信，寄给一个并不在未来里的人，想象读信人的表情，期待她能感受到自己的全部情谊。Carol，写在纸上的名字，记在心里的样子。
5.你不是不会拒绝，你只是不会拒绝她
前面看特瑞斯制止了她杂志社朋友的亲吻时，并未想太多，直到后半部分监听风波过后，特瑞斯跟卡罗尔自责到，“是自己从来不懂拒绝，什么都不了解却还是什么都不拒绝”，我突然就笑了出来。特瑞斯，谁说你不懂拒绝？你拒绝了未来男同事的吻，拒绝了男友的法国邀请，拒绝了更好更圆的月亮，你只是，不拒绝她。
无力拒绝。不想拒绝。卡罗尔每次询问你”would you?”，你都不假思考毫不犹豫的回答”yes,I would”，除了最后一次，都是，毫不犹豫。第一次约饭，你愿意吗？我愿意；第一次问你愿意来我家吗？我愿意；第一次问我可以去你家吗？我愿意；第一次问，你愿意跟我一起去西部吗？我愿意。
这才是问题所在，你不是不能拒绝，你只是不想拒绝，她。
6.最好的爱情，最坏的身份
看《卡罗尔》我哭不出来，因为太真实了，反而让我时刻惊醒自己，你要抗住，这就是生活，你不能哭，不然你就输了。可以说，这是个单薄又俗气的故事，女人跟女人的感情本来就细腻无比，表演的过了容易显得用力过猛，表演的清浅又让感情看上去太羸弱，所以，几乎是凯特女王跟鲁尼的演技和内心戏撑起了整部电影。
鲁尼的表现让我惊讶，甚至比女王更动人，在从卡罗尔家里出来坐火车回住处的一幕戏中，她倔强的眼泪从脸上掉下来，我心里也跟着落泪。那是要多委屈，才能击垮对卡罗尔的迁就，我喜欢你，你也处处暗示对我有好感，你约我到你家却意外撞上你的丈夫，他的责问你的冷淡，迫使我就这样狼狈而逃。刚刚我还弹奏潜藏表白的钢琴曲，下一秒就被你挥之即去，我到底算什么？你到底喜欢我吗？还是无聊寂寞时的消遣？
特瑞斯怀揣着最好的爱情，却背负着最坏的身份。
7.什么是道德？
在禁止卡罗尔见她女儿的强制令中，提到的理由是，Morality.看到Carol提到Abbey恍然大悟又欲言又止的时候，我默默骂了句fuck,甚至我想到余虹在《颐和园》里讲的，“什么是道德？两个人在一起才是道德”。我为卡罗尔跟特瑞斯难过，也为Abbey难过，因为在世俗的观念中，爱与道德竟然是不相容的，这真是讽刺。那是五十年代的美国，又何止是五十年代的美国，那不就是现在的世界吗。有的人永远不明白，欺骗自己才是最大的不道德。
8.I fell useless.
这是特瑞斯在卡罗尔告诉她，自己在强制令下无法看望女儿时所说的话。之所以对这句话印象深刻，是因为这似乎是同性群体中最普遍的无力感，“我觉得自己很没用”。我既没有能力为你分担艰辛，又找不到方法令你舒展愁容，看起来陪伴是唯一能做的事情，也有文艺的话来相称“陪伴是最长情的告白”。
可是，我并不只想陪伴你。
我想在你丈夫质问你时挺身而出，告诉他我们是因为相互喜欢而认识；我想同你一起争夺回监护孩子的权力，一起打扮世界上最好看的圣诞树；我想带你逃离世俗的社会，在你说my angle之前吻上你。我想的很多，可是，我一件都做不到，我甚至无法以家人的身份在你的手术单上签字，这是我最难过而无力的地方。
9.偷来的时光
床戏拍的美的不多，《卡罗尔》要算一个。美不是色情，不是你想跟她做爱，而是除了她们两个，你觉得谁跟她们做爱都显得不美好。《卡罗尔》的床戏时间不长，也不激烈，可是你看的时候就会觉得暗涌流动，你会不忍心联想污秽。凯特的淡然自若，鲁尼的紧张颤抖，卡罗尔霸道的索取，特瑞斯默默的承受，轻车熟路的年上，红到耳根的年下，缓慢又炽热，相拥又绝望。那一刻我甚至怀疑她们在戏外是不是相爱的。
很少有这样的床戏，让人看的难过。她们迫切的将自己献给对方，她们知道前路无望而漫长，好像在一起的一小段时光都是偷来的，总是要还回去。所以离别前与卡罗尔亲近的特瑞斯，眼睛里挤满了沉默的悲伤，我担心她就想这样死在卡罗尔的怀里。其实一切，她是有预感的。
10.抱得上一晚，撑不过一生
发现被监听往回赶的路上，特瑞斯坐在副驾驶上哭着自责，她说自己应该拒绝的，她怨自己什么都不懂就什么都接受。卡罗尔停下车，抱着她，吻她，帮她擦眼泪，轻声说”I took what you give willingly”.听到这句话，我难过到想流泪，“我想要的你可能全给不了，可是你愿意给的那一点，我都想要”，她们彼此给予，却又暗自担忧因自己给对方带来的麻烦。悲情两难。
特瑞斯从小是独立长大的，从她干脆的语调也能感觉出，她并不软弱，或许是鲁尼本身的特质，特瑞斯给人的感觉近乎是强硬，可是，只有面对卡罗尔的时候，她整个人才会软下来，成为一个需要呵护渴望宠爱的小女孩，这里面或多或少有对卡罗尔的依赖。我愿意相信她懂”I took what you give willingly”.
最后卡罗尔还是走了，为了回去争夺女儿的监护权，像及了一个事后跑路的段数，然后前女友来收拾与现女友的残局，留下一封既渣又深情的信。包在被子里的特瑞斯如同被抛弃的小白兔，无辜的感受着昨晚的温存，揽入怀中的一晚，却还是撑不过一生。
11.原谅我不能陪你长大
“you seek resolutions and explanations because you’re young”.我没想到卡罗尔的信中会有这样一句，看起来如此狠心。明明是你主动撩骚，最后却让人家小姑娘自己去找解决的方法跟解释，就是因为她年轻。突然的就想起看到的一句话，“珍爱生命，远离人妻”，对于这种有备胎和下家的人，敬而远之是上策。可是就在后面她哑着嗓子对Abbey说”I should tell Therese ,wait”时，我内心隐隐作痛的替特瑞斯原谅了她。
她不是不想陪你长大，只是有更重要的人需要她。是，孩子。无论如何，让一位母亲处于选择自己孩子跟爱人两难的位置上，都过于残忍。
于是，她选择让特瑞斯独自成长，即使特瑞斯怀有误解与怨恨，也不多解释一句，只是说”I release you”,她在等待，等你长大，等以后成熟的时机，再共你促膝把酒。
12.I miss you,I miss you.
特瑞斯在暗房里洗过去的照片，一张张都是关于卡罗尔。照片上的人慵懒妩媚，照片外的人情欲暗动，她走出去拿起电话又放下，又拿起来，拨通。她叫她的名字，”Carol”,电话那边的她手指徘徊在挂断的按钮处，煎熬无比，最后，挂断。特瑞斯对着忙音说，I miss you,I miss you.
连想念你，我都无法说给你听。两个人的隐忍、克制与轰轰烈烈。
13.不是我们不美好，是这个世界太丑陋
这并不是一部冲突不断的片子，以至于无法令人血脉喷张、震惊无比，即便节奏因为电影的时长看上去有些赶，但故事情节发展及其缓慢的，卡罗尔与他丈夫最后的谈判，大概是影片唯一引爆点。可是连这个场面，都被拍成是一种被压抑着的感觉，没有撕破嘴脸。
这一段凯特的演技着实让我大为感叹不愧是女王。发颤的声音、隐忍的表情，你会担心下一秒她就要崩溃了，就要歇斯底里了，就要咒骂整个世界了，但是，她没有。哪怕内心早已腥风血雨，表面还是死死的绷着，绷着自己的尊严与优雅，绷着对特瑞斯的直视与无悔，穿上外套，离开身后的卑鄙与肮脏。
在离开之前她说了这样一句话，”and it will get ugly,we’re not ugly people”。这句令我异常难过，想到《奇葩说》里蔡康永第一次失态痛哭的场景，好像一个委屈的孩子在恳求这个世界的包容，他说“我们不是妖怪”。为什么要世人包容呢？如若是正常，如若是平等，为什么要别人去包容，包容给人一种高高在上的感觉。卡罗尔的丈夫用了无比卑劣的手段去偷窥她们隐私，而卡罗尔最后却说”we’re not ugly people”.她对人性还抱有一丝希望，她希望大家不用凶神恶煞的以丑陋嘴脸相见，她希望这个世界是美好的。
14.你不在的日子，我兀自成长
是不是所有人都有一种高估自己的倾向，愿意看到别人的失落或欢欣都是因为自己？卡罗尔濒临崩溃的谈判过后约特瑞斯一起吃饭，这时的特瑞斯已经是某著名杂志的摄影师，小文青实现了自己的梦想。卡罗尔说，“我觉得你长大了，现在变得特别好”，停顿一秒问，“是因为离开我吗？”
看到这里我忍不住笑，天呐，为什么人们总是心知肚明却还是想要听别人亲口承认。
然而特瑞斯跟我预想的一样，急切又坚定的回答，NO.我又忍不住笑出来，女人之间的较量总是这样，看似不着边际，却又毫厘不差的暗自博弈。你当初狠心的离开了，那要我怎样？我只能兀自成长，我不是自愿的，我也想有你时刻在旁为我安抚保我周全，可是是你逼我要自己长大的，你说release，如今你又跑来问我，是不是因为你？
不，我偏不让你得逞，我就不承认一切都是因为你，痛苦因为你欢愉因为你颓废因为你成长因为你变好因为你，尽管一切与你有关，如今我却不想再轻易交出自己。“难道 这次抱紧就不会落空？”
而且我这次不仅不想承认是因为你，我还要拒绝你。即使你表达说，“我离婚了，孩子归丈夫，我在美国最贵房价的地方有一套大房子，你愿意搬来跟我一起住吗？Would you?”停顿五秒，”I love you”.（这样的表白，哪个妹子不脱光了跟她走...）
“No,I don’t think so”.特瑞斯学会了拒绝她。
我想，卡罗尔内心当时也是崩溃的，“我自己养成的花竟然在我不在的日子学会了拒绝我，让我冷静冷静”。但是，御姐总是有这样的本事，她深知特瑞斯的拒绝不是因为不爱她，而是小姑娘长大了，有自己的骄傲了，她不愿被呼之则来挥之即去，她想要平等的交往。
于是，她退一步。她吃定了特瑞斯心里有她。
15.我知道你在等我，所以我去寻你
这场电影规避了尽可能的人，只留下几个必须出现的角色，这就太考验演员的演技功力了。而鲁尼在这部影片中，丝毫不逊色于凯特，甚至在我心中，鲁尼更为真实出色那么一些（她演完真的不会弯吗...）尤其是最后几慕戏中，鲁尼的表现惊为天人。
卡罗尔在用餐时与她的对视，鲁尼复杂的眼神，因为深呼吸引起前胸轻微的起伏，欲拒还迎，欲迎还拒的拿捏，倔强又骄傲。（大魔王竟然忍住没有强吻上去...）
最后一幕，特瑞斯穿过人群眼光寻找着卡罗尔，当她发现卡罗尔坐在被环绕的桌子后面时，特瑞斯眼神中是闪过那么几秒犹豫的，她停下来，也许是在回想过去，也许是在担心未来，可是也只有那么几秒，她还是义无反顾的走向了卡罗尔，走向了自己的命运。
而看到她的卡罗尔，并未显得多么惊讶，而是望向她，笑的意味深长。
“我知道你会来，所以我等”
“我知道你在等我，所以我去寻你”
没有谁更技高一筹，也没有谁更毅然笃定。
16.所谓视角转换
从电影一开始，卡罗尔就是处于被仰视的角度，主动权一直握在她手里；而特瑞斯就是个孩子，对她充满了仰慕和崇拜，被动的接受着。她们之间是不平等的。不仅是阶级身份地位，更多的是精神上的差距。
但这些差距在慢慢被化解。
特瑞斯的拒绝、穿着、工作、思想，无一不显示了这些差距的缩小，小姑娘也有长大的时候，这种平等，是两个人接下来交往的前提，卡罗尔是先知的，所以她在离开的时候信中才写“当那天到来时，我希望你能想象我会在那里，迎接你，我们的生命将在那里交汇，如同永恒的日出。但是在那之前，我们之间不能有任何联系，我需要做很多的事情，而你，我亲爱的，你需要做的更多...而我唯一能做的就是放手让你走”。
很多人看到这里会说卡罗尔渣，可是，这正是一个成熟女人深思熟虑后的决定，她在逼迫特瑞斯长大。而特瑞斯做到了。
17.两次凝望
第一次是卡罗尔坐在车里，望着走在街上的特瑞斯，想喊住她又不能，只有看她消失在自己的视野之中还没有回过头。凯特完美的在无声之中表现出卡罗尔内心的纠结与不忍，但又必须克制自己冲动的感情。第二次是特瑞斯拒绝卡罗尔后，她坐在朋友的车里，看着卡罗尔走在街上，“你看，我终于学会了拒绝你，可是为什么会这么难过？你在想什么？也会这样难过吗？”
其实，这部电影很像御姐一手将小朋友调教好的养成记。所谓御姐，并不只是有钱有颜，最重要的是她们思想独立，有自己站立在这个世界的坐标系和判断事物价值的独特方式，她们还聪明，恰到好处的世故和足够多的安全感，跟她们在一起会感到舒服。有人说，跟年纪大的人相处，像是在挖掘一座宝藏，每天都有新的惊喜，总有很多你不知道的事；跟年纪小的人相处，像种花，可以看到她们每一天的变化。卡罗尔跟特瑞斯就是这样的搭配，真是令人欢喜。
还有，这是一部每一帧都令人想落泪的电影，可是它又克制到让你觉得眼泪似乎不是那么优雅，而我，真的被这种让人哭不出来的浪漫给深深打动。
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那一幕中特瑞斯穿过人群，穿过痛苦与成长，穿过凄凉荒漠与泥淖沼泽，定定的看着卡罗尔，继而义无反顾的走向她，也走向了自己的命运；命运的另一端卡罗尔同样望向她，眼神笃定又昧味，我知道你会来，所以我等。一眼万年。
还好不是“此刻我多想拥抱你，可惜时光之里山南水北，可惜你我中间人来人往”，还好一切都还来得及，我为这样的Happy Ending暗自庆幸。有人曾问某位女同博主，“你开这个微博是不是在说还是有人幸福的？”她回，“不是，是在说还是有人在坚持的”。同性恋题材影片的Happy Ending意义大概也在这般。
整部影片以倒叙的方式，建构于五十年代美国的大背景下，服饰、音乐、建筑、交通工具复古、优雅并透露着极简的禁欲系。片头以卡罗尔与特瑞斯最后的进餐为开始，一辆火车驶过，镜头拉到两人第一次见面的场景，特瑞斯是给卡罗尔推荐小火车模型的超市雇员，如同后面卡罗尔给特瑞斯的信中提到“Everything comes full circle”，一切恍如隔世，世间万物千回百转归于原点，犹如轮回。
1.Some people change your life forever.
凯特所饰的卡罗尔几乎满足了我对御姐的所有幻想，漂亮优雅、温柔多金、有思想会疼人，重要的是，她还分分钟向我们展示教科书级别的撩妹技能。光是性感的声线，听一句都害怕会怀孕。这样的卡罗尔，有谁能不被她吸引？于是特瑞斯在一场猝不及防的对视中与卡罗尔相遇，只因为这一眼，”Some people change your life forever.”卡罗尔故意遗落的手套，特瑞斯痴汉般盯着她忘记下单的神情，注定纠缠不清。
2.试探
卡罗尔约特瑞斯第一次午餐，她问”Did you live alone?”，这就是成熟女人的聪明之处，她不直接问你“你有男朋友吗？”她问你“你是自己一个人住吗？”年长的人，阅历将她们淬炼的懂得如何将问题说的进退自如，既不令对方难堪又能保持自己的空间。
3.What a strange girl you are,flung out of space.
卡罗尔对总是神色游离的特瑞斯说这句话，是我最喜欢的场景之一。鲁尼的笑很美，是那种不自知的美，与《龙纹身的女孩》中叛逆不羁形成鲜明对比。《龙纹身》里她是一个主动女上位007的朋克攻少女，而《卡罗尔》里她俨然成为一个无意中自带一抹娇羞的大写弱受。很多人不理解特瑞斯对卡罗尔的感情，以及频繁出现的羞赧，其实只要暗恋过的人就会知道，那是内心的小雀跃与不确定的体外表征。面对一个比自己优秀的年上，崇拜带着点暧昧，被夸奖后的惊讶跟欣喜，对她话语的揣摩跟模仿，特瑞斯不过就是年少时懵懵懂懂的自己。
4.信
特瑞斯第一次写下Carol名字的时候，我有被打动到。网络时代你见过很多温暖的小段子，而作为一个不再年轻的怪阿姨，我经历过手写信的时代尾声。那个时候，花上一整个夜晚，写一封词不达意的信，寄给一个并不在未来里的人，想象读信人的表情，期待她能感受到自己的全部情谊。Carol，写在纸上的名字，记在心里的样子。
5.你不是不会拒绝，你只是不会拒绝她
前面看特瑞斯制止了她杂志社朋友的亲吻时，并未想太多，直到后半部分监听风波过后，特瑞斯跟卡罗尔自责到，“是自己从来不懂拒绝，什么都不了解却还是什么都不拒绝”，我突然就笑了出来。特瑞斯，谁说你不懂拒绝？你拒绝了未来男同事的吻，拒绝了男友的法国邀请，拒绝了更好更圆的月亮，你只是，不拒绝她。
无力拒绝。不想拒绝。卡罗尔每次询问你”would you?”，你都不假思考毫不犹豫的回答”yes,I would”，除了最后一次，都是，毫不犹豫。第一次约饭，你愿意吗？我愿意；第一次问你愿意来我家吗？我愿意；第一次问我可以去你家吗？我愿意；第一次问，你愿意跟我一起去西部吗？我愿意。
这才是问题所在，你不是不能拒绝，你只是不想拒绝，她。
6.最好的爱情，最坏的身份
看《卡罗尔》我哭不出来，因为太真实了，反而让我时刻惊醒自己，你要抗住，这就是生活，你不能哭，不然你就输了。可以说，这是个单薄又俗气的故事，女人跟女人的感情本来就细腻无比，表演的过了容易显得用力过猛，表演的清浅又让感情看上去太羸弱，所以，几乎是凯特女王跟鲁尼的演技和内心戏撑起了整部电影。
鲁尼的表现让我惊讶，甚至比女王更动人，在从卡罗尔家里出来坐火车回住处的一幕戏中，她倔强的眼泪从脸上掉下来，我心里也跟着落泪。那是要多委屈，才能击垮对卡罗尔的迁就，我喜欢你，你也处处暗示对我有好感，你约我到你家却意外撞上你的丈夫，他的责问你的冷淡，迫使我就这样狼狈而逃。刚刚我还弹奏潜藏表白的钢琴曲，下一秒就被你挥之即去，我到底算什么？你到底喜欢我吗？还是无聊寂寞时的消遣？
特瑞斯怀揣着最好的爱情，却背负着最坏的身份。
7.什么是道德？
在禁止卡罗尔见她女儿的强制令中，提到的理由是，Morality.看到Carol提到Abbey恍然大悟又欲言又止的时候，我默默骂了句fuck,甚至我想到余虹在《颐和园》里讲的，“什么是道德？两个人在一起才是道德”。我为卡罗尔跟特瑞斯难过，也为Abbey难过，因为在世俗的观念中，爱与道德竟然是不相容的，这真是讽刺。那是五十年代的美国，又何止是五十年代的美国，那不就是现在的世界吗。有的人永远不明白，欺骗自己才是最大的不道德。
8.I fell useless.
这是特瑞斯在卡罗尔告诉她，自己在强制令下无法看望女儿时所说的话。之所以对这句话印象深刻，是因为这似乎是同性群体中最普遍的无力感，“我觉得自己很没用”。我既没有能力为你分担艰辛，又找不到方法令你舒展愁容，看起来陪伴是唯一能做的事情，也有文艺的话来相称“陪伴是最长情的告白”。
可是，我并不只想陪伴你。
我想在你丈夫质问你时挺身而出，告诉他我们是因为相互喜欢而认识；我想同你一起争夺回监护孩子的权力，一起打扮世界上最好看的圣诞树；我想带你逃离世俗的社会，在你说my angle之前吻上你。我想的很多，可是，我一件都做不到，我甚至无法以家人的身份在你的手术单上签字，这是我最难过而无力的地方。
9.偷来的时光
床戏拍的美的不多，《卡罗尔》要算一个。美不是色情，不是你想跟她做爱，而是除了她们两个，你觉得谁跟她们做爱都显得不美好。《卡罗尔》的床戏时间不长，也不激烈，可是你看的时候就会觉得暗涌流动，你会不忍心联想污秽。凯特的淡然自若，鲁尼的紧张颤抖，卡罗尔霸道的索取，特瑞斯默默的承受，轻车熟路的年上，红到耳根的年下，缓慢又炽热，相拥又绝望。那一刻我甚至怀疑她们在戏外是不是相爱的。
很少有这样的床戏，让人看的难过。她们迫切的将自己献给对方，她们知道前路无望而漫长，好像在一起的一小段时光都是偷来的，总是要还回去。所以离别前与卡罗尔亲近的特瑞斯，眼睛里挤满了沉默的悲伤，我担心她就想这样死在卡罗尔的怀里。其实一切，她是有预感的。
10.抱得上一晚，撑不过一生
发现被监听往回赶的路上，特瑞斯坐在副驾驶上哭着自责，她说自己应该拒绝的，她怨自己什么都不懂就什么都接受。卡罗尔停下车，抱着她，吻她，帮她擦眼泪，轻声说”I took what you give willingly”.听到这句话，我难过到想流泪，“我想要的你可能全给不了，可是你愿意给的那一点，我都想要”，她们彼此给予，却又暗自担忧因自己给对方带来的麻烦。悲情两难。
特瑞斯从小是独立长大的，从她干脆的语调也能感觉出，她并不软弱，或许是鲁尼本身的特质，特瑞斯给人的感觉近乎是强硬，可是，只有面对卡罗尔的时候，她整个人才会软下来，成为一个需要呵护渴望宠爱的小女孩，这里面或多或少有对卡罗尔的依赖。我愿意相信她懂”I took what you give willingly”.
最后卡罗尔还是走了，为了回去争夺女儿的监护权，像及了一个事后跑路的段数，然后前女友来收拾与现女友的残局，留下一封既渣又深情的信。包在被子里的特瑞斯如同被抛弃的小白兔，无辜的感受着昨晚的温存，揽入怀中的一晚，却还是撑不过一生。
11.原谅我不能陪你长大
“you seek resolutions and explanations because you’re young”.我没想到卡罗尔的信中会有这样一句，看起来如此狠心。明明是你主动撩骚，最后却让人家小姑娘自己去找解决的方法跟解释，就是因为她年轻。突然的就想起看到的一句话，“珍爱生命，远离人妻”，对于这种有备胎和下家的人，敬而远之是上策。可是就在后面她哑着嗓子对Abbey说”I should tell Therese ,wait”时，我内心隐隐作痛的替特瑞斯原谅了她。
她不是不想陪你长大，只是有更重要的人需要她。是，孩子。无论如何，让一位母亲处于选择自己孩子跟爱人两难的位置上，都过于残忍。
于是，她选择让特瑞斯独自成长，即使特瑞斯怀有误解与怨恨，也不多解释一句，只是说”I release you”,她在等待，等你长大，等以后成熟的时机，再共你促膝把酒。
12.I miss you,I miss you.
特瑞斯在暗房里洗过去的照片，一张张都是关于卡罗尔。照片上的人慵懒妩媚，照片外的人情欲暗动，她走出去拿起电话又放下，又拿起来，拨通。她叫她的名字，”Carol”,电话那边的她手指徘徊在挂断的按钮处，煎熬无比，最后，挂断。特瑞斯对着忙音说，I miss you,I miss you.
连想念你，我都无法说给你听。两个人的隐忍、克制与轰轰烈烈。
13.不是我们不美好，是这个世界太丑陋
这并不是一部冲突不断的片子，以至于无法令人血脉喷张、震惊无比，即便节奏因为电影的时长看上去有些赶，但故事情节发展及其缓慢的，卡罗尔与他丈夫最后的谈判，大概是影片唯一引爆点。可是连这个场面，都被拍成是一种被压抑着的感觉，没有撕破嘴脸。
这一段凯特的演技着实让我大为感叹不愧是女王。发颤的声音、隐忍的表情，你会担心下一秒她就要崩溃了，就要歇斯底里了，就要咒骂整个世界了，但是，她没有。哪怕内心早已腥风血雨，表面还是死死的绷着，绷着自己的尊严与优雅，绷着对特瑞斯的直视与无悔，穿上外套，离开身后的卑鄙与肮脏。
在离开之前她说了这样一句话，”and it will get ugly,we’re not ugly people”。这句令我异常难过，想到《奇葩说》里蔡康永第一次失态痛哭的场景，好像一个委屈的孩子在恳求这个世界的包容，他说“我们不是妖怪”。为什么要世人包容呢？如若是正常，如若是平等，为什么要别人去包容，包容给人一种高高在上的感觉。卡罗尔的丈夫用了无比卑劣的手段去偷窥她们隐私，而卡罗尔最后却说”we’re not ugly people”.她对人性还抱有一丝希望，她希望大家不用凶神恶煞的以丑陋嘴脸相见，她希望这个世界是美好的。
14.你不在的日子，我兀自成长
是不是所有人都有一种高估自己的倾向，愿意看到别人的失落或欢欣都是因为自己？卡罗尔濒临崩溃的谈判过后约特瑞斯一起吃饭，这时的特瑞斯已经是某著名杂志的摄影师，小文青实现了自己的梦想。卡罗尔说，“我觉得你长大了，现在变得特别好”，停顿一秒问，“是因为离开我吗？”
看到这里我忍不住笑，天呐，为什么人们总是心知肚明却还是想要听别人亲口承认。
然而特瑞斯跟我预想的一样，急切又坚定的回答，NO.我又忍不住笑出来，女人之间的较量总是这样，看似不着边际，却又毫厘不差的暗自博弈。你当初狠心的离开了，那要我怎样？我只能兀自成长，我不是自愿的，我也想有你时刻在旁为我安抚保我周全，可是是你逼我要自己长大的，你说release，如今你又跑来问我，是不是因为你？
不，我偏不让你得逞，我就不承认一切都是因为你，痛苦因为你欢愉因为你颓废因为你成长因为你变好因为你，尽管一切与你有关，如今我却不想再轻易交出自己。“难道 这次抱紧就不会落空？”
而且我这次不仅不想承认是因为你，我还要拒绝你。即使你表达说，“我离婚了，孩子归丈夫，我在美国最贵房价的地方有一套大房子，你愿意搬来跟我一起住吗？Would you?”停顿五秒，”I love you”.（这样的表白，哪个妹子不脱光了跟她走...）
“No,I don’t think so”.特瑞斯学会了拒绝她。
我想，卡罗尔内心当时也是崩溃的，“我自己养成的花竟然在我不在的日子学会了拒绝我，让我冷静冷静”。但是，御姐总是有这样的本事，她深知特瑞斯的拒绝不是因为不爱她，而是小姑娘长大了，有自己的骄傲了，她不愿被呼之则来挥之即去，她想要平等的交往。
于是，她退一步。她吃定了特瑞斯心里有她。
15.我知道你在等我，所以我去寻你
这场电影规避了尽可能的人，只留下几个必须出现的角色，这就太考验演员的演技功力了。而鲁尼在这部影片中，丝毫不逊色于凯特，甚至在我心中，鲁尼更为真实出色那么一些（她演完真的不会弯吗...）尤其是最后几慕戏中，鲁尼的表现惊为天人。
卡罗尔在用餐时与她的对视，鲁尼复杂的眼神，因为深呼吸引起前胸轻微的起伏，欲拒还迎，欲迎还拒的拿捏，倔强又骄傲。（大魔王竟然忍住没有强吻上去...）
最后一幕，特瑞斯穿过人群眼光寻找着卡罗尔，当她发现卡罗尔坐在被环绕的桌子后面时，特瑞斯眼神中是闪过那么几秒犹豫的，她停下来，也许是在回想过去，也许是在担心未来，可是也只有那么几秒，她还是义无反顾的走向了卡罗尔，走向了自己的命运。
而看到她的卡罗尔，并未显得多么惊讶，而是望向她，笑的意味深长。
“我知道你会来，所以我等”
“我知道你在等我，所以我去寻你”
没有谁更技高一筹，也没有谁更毅然笃定。
16.所谓视角转换
从电影一开始，卡罗尔就是处于被仰视的角度，主动权一直握在她手里；而特瑞斯就是个孩子，对她充满了仰慕和崇拜，被动的接受着。她们之间是不平等的。不仅是阶级身份地位，更多的是精神上的差距。
但这些差距在慢慢被化解。
特瑞斯的拒绝、穿着、工作、思想，无一不显示了这些差距的缩小，小姑娘也有长大的时候，这种平等，是两个人接下来交往的前提，卡罗尔是先知的，所以她在离开的时候信中才写“当那天到来时，我希望你能想象我会在那里，迎接你，我们的生命将在那里交汇，如同永恒的日出。但是在那之前，我们之间不能有任何联系，我需要做很多的事情，而你，我亲爱的，你需要做的更多...而我唯一能做的就是放手让你走”。
很多人看到这里会说卡罗尔渣，可是，这正是一个成熟女人深思熟虑后的决定，她在逼迫特瑞斯长大。而特瑞斯做到了。
17.两次凝望
第一次是卡罗尔坐在车里，望着走在街上的特瑞斯，想喊住她又不能，只有看她消失在自己的视野之中还没有回过头。凯特完美的在无声之中表现出卡罗尔内心的纠结与不忍，但又必须克制自己冲动的感情。第二次是特瑞斯拒绝卡罗尔后，她坐在朋友的车里，看着卡罗尔走在街上，“你看，我终于学会了拒绝你，可是为什么会这么难过？你在想什么？也会这样难过吗？”
其实，这部电影很像御姐一手将小朋友调教好的养成记。所谓御姐，并不只是有钱有颜，最重要的是她们思想独立，有自己站立在这个世界的坐标系和判断事物价值的独特方式，她们还聪明，恰到好处的世故和足够多的安全感，跟她们在一起会感到舒服。有人说，跟年纪大的人相处，像是在挖掘一座宝藏，每天都有新的惊喜，总有很多你不知道的事；跟年纪小的人相处，像种花，可以看到她们每一天的变化。卡罗尔跟特瑞斯就是这样的搭配，真是令人欢喜。
还有，这是一部每一帧都令人想落泪的电影，可是它又克制到让你觉得眼泪似乎不是那么优雅，而我，真的被这种让人哭不出来的浪漫给深深打动。
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2 ) 令人怦然心动的爱情
看过Carol两周了，我依然会想，女人间的恋情果真都像电影里那样美吗？一定不是的。《穆赫兰道》里的恋情有许多是痛苦。Blue is the warmest colour的恋情也许是美的，但更多的大概是毁灭性？其实我并没有看过Blue is the warmest colour，虽然我爱Lea Seydoux。
所以Carol是我看过的第一部描绘女性间恋情的电影。个人感觉Carol似乎是好莱坞大银幕上第一部以正面笔触认真描绘女性间恋情的电影，在这一点上，它具有不可忽略的历史地位。
纵然它的历史地位已不可超越，要命的是它还拍得这么美。Carol是我今年看过的最好的电影。它的美令我落泪令我震颤。
然而我并没有经历过女人间的爱情，凭什么被打动至此呢？对此我们只能说，爱情就是爱情，无论当事人是谁。爱情永远有令人心颤的力量。
我爱Todd Haynes勾画的那个50年代的世界，也是冬天，也是临近圣诞节（studio把上映档期安排得多巧妙），百货商店里的灯光闪耀着，Terese站在柜台后面，戴着圣诞老人的红帽子，沉静却似乎带着几分哀愁。我们随着她的目光看去，Carol立在玩具火车边。那是一见钟情吗？后来我一直在想。想象中怦然心动的爱情似乎就是这样子的。
两位女演员都太出色了，而我爱此片中的Rooney Mara胜于Cate Blanchett。Terese是个让人猜不透的令人着迷的姑娘。她冷静，自知，似乎在安然地等待，然而内心一定是澎湃如火山般的。Terese应该是个涉世未深的姑娘，但她的涉世未深也是让人琢磨的。She is her own person。她初次去Carol家里作客，却默默地在厨房里准备茶点，她简约的话语背后全是对Carol安静的依恋。她为什么爱她？回头想想Cate Blanchett的Carol。我最爱她的波澜不惊，她的经验和从容，还有她似乎潜在的疯狂（看到结尾发现其实并没有）。她的生活正驶向最莫测的未来：离婚，失去对女儿的抚养权，然而她永远举止优雅，妆容精致。似乎她已见过人性和生活中最艰深的角落，然而这些不足以击倒她，却成为她魅力的一部分。她开车来接Terese，对前来送行的Richard说，“Terese对你评价很高”。傻小子听罢只管高兴去了（你爱的姑娘就和女士谈恋爱去了哟呵呵）。更让人难忘的是电影开头（即临近结尾）餐厅的那一幕，一位Terese的熟人冒失地破坏了两人最珍贵的一刻，而且见鬼了，这熟人又是位傻小子。Carol温婉地笑着和傻小子问好，从容地起身告辞，临别时在Terese肩上一按。然而我们看见Terese的神情，便知道这肩上的一按非同寻常。Terese在颤抖呢，心中全是排山倒海的感情。
本片的叙事是实实在在的，自然，举重若轻。那些安安静静的试探承载了多少暗底下的波涛汹涌呵，这便是导演和演员的功力。她们的相互吸引是那样明显，让人感到空气简直要被电穿了，所以当Terese毫无犹豫地答应与Carol一起离开纽约，我们作为观众只感到欢欣鼓舞。还有那个关键的新年前夜，Terese轻声低吟说“take me to bed”，我觉得这真是近年来好莱坞银幕上最性感的时刻，比James Bond出场的相似场面性感一千倍。
除了对两人的感情描绘，本片还有三点值得一提。其一，它对生活和人的复杂性没有遮掩，而全是亮给我们看。Carol是复杂的，Terese是复杂的，其他人物如Carol的丈夫，Carol之前的恋人，追Terese的男孩子们（Richard，在《纽约时报》办公室里吻她的男生）各个立体可信。其二，复杂的女性成了电影的真正主角。我们看到的是她们的心理和行为如何推动故事的进展。她们的形象是鲜活丰满的。而相对的，男性角色在本片中全是陪衬，不但是陪衬，而且甚至是和女性角色对立的，给女性们设置障碍的绊脚石：Carol的丈夫和Terese的追求者Richard自不用提，长相creepy的私家侦探面目可憎，尤其在餐厅里高声叫Terese打断二人会面的男人，观众一定觉得他可恨极了。我猜这大概反应出原作者Patricia Highsmith对男性的态度（她也是女同性恋），而且也反映出50年代男女的社会地位差异。试想：如果Terese的男性熟人朋友看到Terese在餐厅里与一位男士共进晚餐，他敢不敢冒失地高声叫她的名字？当然不敢。第三，本片把浪漫和悬疑的气氛揉合得极好。悬疑主要来自我们对Carol会做出的行为的猜测。她看上去似乎像是会做出疯狂事情的女子，然而看到最后我们发现并没有。我猜这也是原作者的功劳，The Talented Mr Ripley有同样的氛围。而Carol会给我们这样的联想大概和Cate Blanchett在Blue Jasmine中的表演有关。
最后不得不说，音乐真好极了。原声配乐是Carter Burwell的杰作。音乐主题由钢琴引出，带着不安和寻觅，随后加入单簧管，孤寂，憧憬和欲望揉合进来，到后来，旋律稍稍奔放起来，美得令人感动。女性的爱情也应该这样绽放。此外配乐里用了大量50年代的名曲，crooners的轻歌曼舞，为电影氛围增色许多。本片的音乐总监是Randall Poster，从Rushmore到Grand Budapest Hotel的Wes Anderson电影音乐都是他帮着选的。我真想知道他的record collection是啥样。
所以Carol是我看过的第一部描绘女性间恋情的电影。个人感觉Carol似乎是好莱坞大银幕上第一部以正面笔触认真描绘女性间恋情的电影，在这一点上，它具有不可忽略的历史地位。
纵然它的历史地位已不可超越，要命的是它还拍得这么美。Carol是我今年看过的最好的电影。它的美令我落泪令我震颤。
然而我并没有经历过女人间的爱情，凭什么被打动至此呢？对此我们只能说，爱情就是爱情，无论当事人是谁。爱情永远有令人心颤的力量。
我爱Todd Haynes勾画的那个50年代的世界，也是冬天，也是临近圣诞节（studio把上映档期安排得多巧妙），百货商店里的灯光闪耀着，Terese站在柜台后面，戴着圣诞老人的红帽子，沉静却似乎带着几分哀愁。我们随着她的目光看去，Carol立在玩具火车边。那是一见钟情吗？后来我一直在想。想象中怦然心动的爱情似乎就是这样子的。
两位女演员都太出色了，而我爱此片中的Rooney Mara胜于Cate Blanchett。Terese是个让人猜不透的令人着迷的姑娘。她冷静，自知，似乎在安然地等待，然而内心一定是澎湃如火山般的。Terese应该是个涉世未深的姑娘，但她的涉世未深也是让人琢磨的。She is her own person。她初次去Carol家里作客，却默默地在厨房里准备茶点，她简约的话语背后全是对Carol安静的依恋。她为什么爱她？回头想想Cate Blanchett的Carol。我最爱她的波澜不惊，她的经验和从容，还有她似乎潜在的疯狂（看到结尾发现其实并没有）。她的生活正驶向最莫测的未来：离婚，失去对女儿的抚养权，然而她永远举止优雅，妆容精致。似乎她已见过人性和生活中最艰深的角落，然而这些不足以击倒她，却成为她魅力的一部分。她开车来接Terese，对前来送行的Richard说，“Terese对你评价很高”。傻小子听罢只管高兴去了（你爱的姑娘就和女士谈恋爱去了哟呵呵）。更让人难忘的是电影开头（即临近结尾）餐厅的那一幕，一位Terese的熟人冒失地破坏了两人最珍贵的一刻，而且见鬼了，这熟人又是位傻小子。Carol温婉地笑着和傻小子问好，从容地起身告辞，临别时在Terese肩上一按。然而我们看见Terese的神情，便知道这肩上的一按非同寻常。Terese在颤抖呢，心中全是排山倒海的感情。
本片的叙事是实实在在的，自然，举重若轻。那些安安静静的试探承载了多少暗底下的波涛汹涌呵，这便是导演和演员的功力。她们的相互吸引是那样明显，让人感到空气简直要被电穿了，所以当Terese毫无犹豫地答应与Carol一起离开纽约，我们作为观众只感到欢欣鼓舞。还有那个关键的新年前夜，Terese轻声低吟说“take me to bed”，我觉得这真是近年来好莱坞银幕上最性感的时刻，比James Bond出场的相似场面性感一千倍。
除了对两人的感情描绘，本片还有三点值得一提。其一，它对生活和人的复杂性没有遮掩，而全是亮给我们看。Carol是复杂的，Terese是复杂的，其他人物如Carol的丈夫，Carol之前的恋人，追Terese的男孩子们（Richard，在《纽约时报》办公室里吻她的男生）各个立体可信。其二，复杂的女性成了电影的真正主角。我们看到的是她们的心理和行为如何推动故事的进展。她们的形象是鲜活丰满的。而相对的，男性角色在本片中全是陪衬，不但是陪衬，而且甚至是和女性角色对立的，给女性们设置障碍的绊脚石：Carol的丈夫和Terese的追求者Richard自不用提，长相creepy的私家侦探面目可憎，尤其在餐厅里高声叫Terese打断二人会面的男人，观众一定觉得他可恨极了。我猜这大概反应出原作者Patricia Highsmith对男性的态度（她也是女同性恋），而且也反映出50年代男女的社会地位差异。试想：如果Terese的男性熟人朋友看到Terese在餐厅里与一位男士共进晚餐，他敢不敢冒失地高声叫她的名字？当然不敢。第三，本片把浪漫和悬疑的气氛揉合得极好。悬疑主要来自我们对Carol会做出的行为的猜测。她看上去似乎像是会做出疯狂事情的女子，然而看到最后我们发现并没有。我猜这也是原作者的功劳，The Talented Mr Ripley有同样的氛围。而Carol会给我们这样的联想大概和Cate Blanchett在Blue Jasmine中的表演有关。
最后不得不说，音乐真好极了。原声配乐是Carter Burwell的杰作。音乐主题由钢琴引出，带着不安和寻觅，随后加入单簧管，孤寂，憧憬和欲望揉合进来，到后来，旋律稍稍奔放起来，美得令人感动。女性的爱情也应该这样绽放。此外配乐里用了大量50年代的名曲，crooners的轻歌曼舞，为电影氛围增色许多。本片的音乐总监是Randall Poster，从Rushmore到Grand Budapest Hotel的Wes Anderson电影音乐都是他帮着选的。我真想知道他的record collection是啥样。
3 ) 《卡罗尔》原著——The Price of Salt《盐的代价》书摘及电影原声
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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附上非官方的原声，听吧，你会沉醉的。
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以下为书摘，按阅读先后顺序
"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. The End
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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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附上非官方的原声，听吧，你会沉醉的。
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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. The End
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4 ) 各方面都很优秀的平庸之作
这片之前一片溢美之词，连烂番茄都有95的好评率，作为我最期待的圣诞精选，看完却有点失望到摸不到头脑。 我还是打了推荐分的，国内没有机会上大块银幕看，只能委屈一下画质，大概少了一大半的摄影分，这当然得怪我这个观众。但，大面积参考Edward Hopper风格的画面，音乐专辑精心考量，两位演员的演技被拿出来大书特书，我依旧很难把它归为一部好电影。 当所有人都在极口称赞拿了戛纳影后的Rooney Mara，和Kate Blanchett 的表演如何好，这两人之间依旧很难说有什么火花，正是因为如此，才见到两位优秀演员的技巧而已。演技这种东西，水盖不住石头，才会水落石出。 这题材又机巧，前10年就有《断背山》珠玉在前，只是贴个“同性”标签，把gay换成les, 两部影片也是立判高下。我们何曾在《断背山》里见过Carol丈夫这样刻板单薄的异性角色？只有两位女性做主角没有问题，可突然间，所有男性角色都面目刻板化，恶棍化，愚蠢化又是为什么？我们同情过断背山中恩尼斯的太太，但我们却很难同情Carol的丈夫，这个面目模糊的角色，痛心都痛心不起来。 再说主角，就算在那个女王T都得戴尖锥胸罩的年代没法不结婚，但是，家庭这条线对Carol这样好歹也得算个双的人，意味着什么呢？男人欢欢喜喜地娶了老婆生了孩子，最后发现是骗婚呢？还是婚后性向觉醒？不管哪样，除了和丈夫抢孩子，再看不到家庭对女王攻的任何意义，她是怎样踏入婚姻，又是怎样决心离婚的，我们一概没有线索。我们只知她追起小妹纸倒是非常来势汹汹，明知在离婚争夺抚养权的关头，还带着心上人出走，一秒变拉拉公路片。 真的，有一句常说的废话在检验同性标签的电影时却有用，“如果她是个男人呢？” 家庭的权重整条线都弱到只剩下抢孩子，这太单薄了。花了那么多功夫来交代两人的眼神交错，就加几句好台词刻画一下人物深度也不会怎样吧。 Therese 这边也是一样，从第一眼在百货公司见到Carol，就开始了没有任何铺垫地神魂颠倒。我明白所有纯爱片的基石，都是“一见钟情”，但，纵然是《阿黛尔的生活》里那种“这个妹妹我见过”的一见惊心，之前也有三分之一的篇幅来讲阿黛尔的性向选择和动摇。可Therese 明明就是有个固定男友的铁直，而编剧没有肯花一丁点儿力气去挖掘这个人物的转变过程，在这样的一部以角色成长为重的影片中，真让人惊异。编剧直接罔顾人物心理建设，就这样霸道地套上“爱能掰坏一切”的设定，我作为一介观众，只能紧锁眉头，丢下三个大字“我不信！”。 当然我信不信都不妨碍广大观众眼泪哗哗地看两人眉目传情。这也没办法，在故事的外部冲突和人际关系几乎全部建立不起来的情况下，我们只好看两个女人你侬我侬地喂甜豆儿了。但是这个片儿连床单都滚得及其不合我意！所谓银幕上的les, 无限柔光，无限温柔，无限（男性眼中）的女性性欲就是这样地轻柔美好，女王攻还涂着美美的指甲油留着长指甲温柔地摸摸小妹子，同时还注意小心地避开了不要露点，并且借位轻轻蜻蜓点水亲了几下，随后镜头一转就带入一片虚空。你不说我还以为我在看98年的《Gia》！2015年了，一个主流的同性片的情欲观还是那么陈腐。 不看床戏也罢，看完仿佛谎言的床戏简直想点“差评”。 大概我对金发霸道的中产大美女实在没有感觉的关系。好莱坞仿佛不管怎么拍，都拈轻怕重，带着清教徒的口味和资本规划过的良好，一切都在完善的工业体系里被打磨得发光发亮，演技是一流的，但化学反应是缺失的；摄影是一流的，但Hopper式的孤寂是没有的；故事本身是可以展现一些东西的，但单薄得只剩下常卖常畅销的“纯爱”款蛋糕。像是一款，各方面都很优秀的平庸之作。
5 ) 细心才能发掘的宝库《CAROL》
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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。
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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」。
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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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「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。
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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。
Cate飾演Bob Dylan
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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」。
演員Rooney Mara本身就带有自外于人群的气质
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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6 ) Carol与Therese初见的那一瞥让我浑身发麻到散场 1230补充
[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/）
结尾的时候我窒息了。凯特的表演令我略有失望，可鲁尼·玛拉...凡是深深暗恋过一次的人，都能在她的表演中得到共鸣。克制，复古，充满感情。我被感动和幸福久久地包围。
“我离婚了，孩子归对方，在麦迪逊大道有个大房间，你想来住吗”隔五秒“我爱你” #什么妹子把不到
已经闻到拿奖的气息了
面对爱情面对自我时作出勇敢抉择的两个女人，如化骨绵掌般温柔克制而坚定有力，这部电影亦如此。最后那段情感力量喷薄而出，完全没有抵抗力直接飙泪。
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戛纳主竞赛单元目前最好看的一部。Todd Haynes这种奔着Sirk路子拍的Melodrma都挺棒的，反倒特别反感他的那些摇滚题材。Cate Blanchett太厉害了，感觉只要光听她的声音，直的弯的全世界都会被她收走。PS，补看了一遍，发觉其实上次每个场景都没落下，就是脑子一片苍茫，太他妈可怕了。
不用再加“同性”的限定语，这就是今年最美的爱情电影。托德·海因斯的镜头从头到尾都是两位女性，只是两位女性，其他一切仿佛都不重要了。这是最轻小的格局，也是最汹涌的情欲，光对视就能让人落泪，因为你知道这世界上有两人为了对方，此身愿作万矢的。
讲一个女人向另一个女人学习如何驾驭女性美，女性魅力、穿着品味和言行举止都不是与生俱来的，而卡罗尔开启了一个懵懂少女的这扇门，少女爱上的就像理想中的自己。眼神流转，拍的情绪上张力十足，两人的感情关系里充满着不确定感，前后两人的视角上也有一个微妙的转换，并没有被震撼到。★★★★
重看依然感动，并发现了更多细节。当结尾，特芮丝终于决定走向卡罗尔的时候，真是美好又激动哇
其实就是个很普通的爱情故事。很美，但美不代表好，凯特角色的缺乏脆弱性让她有些失真，鲁妮玛拉传情传神。演员，氛围，摄影，音乐，美术是加分项，但绝不是决定因素。它们只是定义了影片的基调。
最后那段凝视，鲁妮的眼神和表情变化所展现出来的演技已经完全够资格拿奥斯卡了，更别说在整部电影里的精湛发挥。她的表演润物细无声，完全不着痕迹 。就像高手出招，看似轻巧，但其实招招毙命，没有一拳是打歪的。她真是棒的匪夷所思
NYFF现场，有天朝迷妹提问道Cate你知不知道全中国的妹子都为你弯了，全场哄笑。当然啦这个提问meant to be a joke，出乎我意料的是Cate居然依旧认真的回答了下去。她认为，导演以一个局外人的角度完美描绘了一个fall in love的故事才让Carol这个角色给观众带来爱情的感觉。
就没人同情她老公么？此男痴汉一个。爱的不比二位女主浅，却成了这场胜却人间无数颜值的恋情的炮灰。我们只是看见了当时的自己而已。
凯特女王的I-wanna-fuck-you eyes 和鲁尼的fuck-me eyes 让这部霸总爱情故事各种赏心悦目，平地升仙。
请一定去看这部电影。它满足了我对御姐的所有幻想。我跪着出了电影院。
直男恋爱教学篇 送相机请附带胶卷好嘛
只因心中有对方，黑夜无需再漫长。总有一天，你会在宇宙洪荒和滚滚红尘中驻足凝眸，转身看见你的天使。她眉眼弯弯，言笑晏晏，似乎看穿了命运和羁绊，只为了这一刹那的相逢。唯有星辰不负夜，愿你遇见，你生命中的温柔。
比《断背山》差了五个《阿黛尔的生活》，就酱紫
鲁尼玛拉是个被低估的演员，她拥有如此美的样貌，不需要这样好的演技，有这样好的演技，不需要拥有如此美的容颜。
Carol是渣攻，这眼神我见识过。一旦爱上这人你就没整没治没救了，这事我经历过。