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50年代的美国，年轻女子特芮丝（鲁妮·玛拉 饰）在纽约百货公司担任售货员，但心中向往的却是摄影师工作。某日，一位美丽优雅的金发贵妇卡罗尔（凯特·布兰切特 饰）来到百货公司购买圣诞节礼物，结果和特芮丝一见投缘。两人相识后特芮丝得知原来卡罗尔有一个女儿，而且正和丈夫哈吉（凯尔·钱德勒 饰）办理离婚手续。通过书信来往、约会相处以及公路旅行，特芮丝和卡罗尔发现彼此就是自己的真爱，然而在当时社会这是不被允许的。特芮丝的男友认为她只是一时迷惑，卡罗尔的丈夫则请私家侦探调查取证，希望在离婚诉讼中让她一无所有。考验两位女性的时刻终于到来了：在社会压力下她们能否坚守内心、不计代价的把感情路走到底？ 《卡罗尔》是美国著名独立导演托德·海恩斯的新作，入围第68届戛纳电影节主竞赛单元，获得最佳女主角奖。电影根据派翠西亚·海史密斯在1952年匿名发表的中篇女同小说《盐的代价》改编，由于题材敏感，最初出版社还拒绝发行。之所以叫“盐的代价”，因为在17世纪“盐”还有另一个意思表示女性的情欲。而在本书中它隐喻了女主们的处境：没有爱情就像没有盐的肉；那么为了这份爱，你愿意付出多少代价?热播电视剧最新电影造纸人生疯女人的舞会给野兽献花新龙凤配自由时间沉默尚未到头上帝的仆人七十二家房客第十一部粤语
50年代的美国，年轻女子特芮丝（鲁妮·玛拉 饰）在纽约百货公司担任售货员，但心中向往的却是摄影师工作。某日，一位美丽优雅的金发贵妇卡罗尔（凯特·布兰切特 饰）来到百货公司购买圣诞节礼物，结果和特芮丝一见投缘。两人相识后特芮丝得知原来卡罗尔有一个女儿，而且正和丈夫哈吉（凯尔·钱德勒 饰）办理离婚手续。通过书信来往、约会相处以及公路旅行，特芮丝和卡罗尔发现彼此就是自己的真爱，然而在当时社会这是不被允许的。特芮丝的男友认为她只是一时迷惑，卡罗尔的丈夫则请私家侦探调查取证，希望在离婚诉讼中让她一无所有。考验两位女性的时刻终于到来了：在社会压力下她们能否坚守内心、不计代价的把感情路走到底？ 《卡罗尔》是美国著名独立导演托德·海恩斯的新作，入围第68届戛纳电影节主竞赛单元，获得最佳女主角奖。电影根据派翠西亚·海史密斯在1952年匿名发表的中篇女同小说《盐的代价》改编，由于题材敏感，最初出版社还拒绝发行。之所以叫“盐的代价”，因为在17世纪“盐”还有另一个意思表示女性的情欲。而在本书中它隐喻了女主们的处境：没有爱情就像没有盐的肉；那么为了这份爱，你愿意付出多少代价?热播电视剧最新电影造纸人生疯女人的舞会给野兽献花新龙凤配自由时间沉默尚未到头上帝的仆人七十二家房客第十一部粤语
长篇影评
1 ) 爱情自会找到它来时的路
严重剧透。
上个月在纽约电影节看了《卡罗尔》，至今无法从那种情绪中抽离出来，每每想到其中几个情节，就惆怅不已。
主演大家都知道了，Cate Blanchett和Rooney Mara。戛纳电影节的时候就被炒得火热，Rooney Mara还凭此拿了金棕榈最佳女演员奖。
片子是讲同性爱情的，人物设置和《蓝宇》有些非常相似：两个年龄、阅历、财富都不在一个段位上的人相遇，擦出火花，然后相爱，分离。当然了，大的那个，世俗牵绊总是多些，小的那个，眼神更让人心疼，也更深情些，仿佛就是为了告诉人们：爱情真他妈的是不公平。
好的是，最后，爱情总是能找回它来时的路。
记得《蓝宇》的后半部分，胡军出狱，和刘烨在北京的某个公园里坐着唱歌。那是在冬天拍摄的，两张覆盖着哈气的脸，令人落泪的劫难后相依为命之感——可最后结局太惨，我久久不能忘怀，甚至会想，就让影片结束在唱歌之处不好吗？
《卡罗尔》弥补了这个遗憾，它结束在列车刚刚驶出隧道重见光明的那一刻，停在了两个人找回彼此的地方。我每次回想起结局，Rooney试探、寻找、坚定地望向Cate的眼神，Cate终于发现她后，庆幸、释然、同样坚定的笑，都不由得深吸一口气......啊，对，这就是爱了。
直女看这部电影，根本不会意识到这是一部同性片，反而会因为两个女性角色而可以把自己代入到任何一方，然后深深沦陷。至于直男，好像并没有同样感受，据一起看电影的朋友说......
所以这部电影上映之后我一定要去再看一遍！大家也一定要看啊！虽然我就要剧透了啊！
影片开头是两位女主在吃饭时，被一个充满傻逼气质的男性打断，于是分开，但小姑娘显然坐在车里心神不宁，一直在回味女王。
然后故事就闪回到了两人初见的时候。
Cate就是Carol, 一位住在New Jersey的中产阶级富婆，在圣诞节前夕来到百货商场给女儿买圣诞礼物，从而遇见了Therese, 也就是Rooney的角色，一位一看就气质脱俗将来要进The New York Times 当摄影记者的百货公司售货员。
电闪雷鸣，看对眼了，Carol鬼使神差地给自己的女孩买了Therese说自己小时候最喜欢的火车模型，（可怜的女儿）然后有意无意地把手套落在了柜台，就如同高富帅总是会随意乱放钱包。
这时故事交代了两个人的感情状态，Carol有个非常疼爱的小女儿Wendy，但是对丈夫非常冷淡，在办理离婚；Therese有男票，还要娶她，也不缺乏来自The New York Times记者的追求，搞不好还是哥大J School毕业的，不过她当然没同意，可能因为记者太穷了实在。
Therese寄回了Carol的手套，并接到了对方的感谢电话，被邀请共进午餐。这场午餐就是两人第一次有张力的对手戏了，对于Carol的每一次flirt，根本接不住的小白兔要不就老老实实地认乖，要不就软软地打回去，以至于女王说周日来我家玩吧的时候，迫不及待地就说好啊好啊。
小白兔第一次去女王家玩的时候，拿上了自己的相机，拍下了女王买圣诞树的场面。当天晚上，气氛正浓，好巧不巧女王老公来了，还和女王大吵一架，这里有一个很值得注意的镜头：Therese听着窗外两人吵架的声音，把室内收音机或者唱片（记不清了）的声音调大了。
吵完架后，女王心情也不好，就让Therese自己坐火车回家了，小白兔在回去的火车上还哭了，然而在回家接到女王道歉电话时，还是分分钟原谅。（陷入爱情的人类啊。）
接下来的剧情发展就没什么新意了，总之就是慢慢地好上了，并在一起公路旅行的时候为观众奉献了一场精彩的床戏。其中，不得不提女王霸气的圣诞礼物赠送方式，买了新款的佳能相机，敲门，把盒子放在地上，等开门，把盒子踢进去，"圣诞快乐"。 哎，追我我也沦陷。
催泪的部分总是从事情变坏开始。Carol和Therese的事情被Carol的丈夫雇佣的私家侦探录下来了，丈夫以此威胁她。为了女儿，Carol离开了。
分开后，Therese心碎成渣，中间还给Carol打过一次电话，说I miss you, 被Carol挂断了，此处给了Carol的手一个按掉电话的特写，让我第一次泪奔了。
接下来就是重头戏的结尾啦！
两位女主很久后，没什么联系，连哥大JSchool都没上过的Therese进了The New York Times（好吧我就是忍不住要黑哈哈哈），Carol与生活妥协，为争夺孩子的监护权与前夫打官司。
一次Carol在坐车去律师所（不确定，总之是调停地点）的路上看见了走在街上的Therese，我觉得她的想法就是在那瞬间发生了转折，因为人在与所爱之人分隔许久再重逢时，总是很容易失去理智。
她选择了放弃，并愤怒地跟前夫进行了一番陈词，其中有一句印象很深，大概是说The most breathtaking gift we gave each other is Wendy. (their daughter)，当时心想：这句不错，学了，但要做甜言蜜语使。然后又说了大概是监护权我不要了让给你，不过你必须让我见孩子，不然咱们就法庭见吧，不过那样我们就会变得ugly, but we are not ugly people.
总之言之，她放弃了，在偶然见到了一次Therese之后，她就放弃了争夺监护权。
之后女王就出演了本剧中最没骨气的一幕，约了Therese吃饭，第一句就非常掉身价: I wasn't sure you would come. 还能再屌丝吗哈哈哈。紧接着扯了一堆没用的，进入了正题并进一步掉身价：I would like to invite you to live with me, though I thought you might say no. (可能不见得准确，但意思是对的。)
听到这全场都会心地笑了，多么笨拙的请求啊，带着害怕被拒绝的掩饰。
可惜，小白兔被伤太多了，一双令人心碎的眼睛看着女王，说：No, I don't think so.
接着女王又说了句什么我忘记了，然后又无奈地看着小白兔，说出了人类史上最无法拒绝的三个单词，同时将身价掉到谷底。
（不知道你有没有注意到，片头的倒叙开头，正是从Carol说完I Love You开始，于是观众不禁想，啊原来影片一开始，她刚和她表白过......）
估计小白兔这时再也无法控制自己的感情了，可惜，一个傻逼直男打断了他们的对话，Carol说那你们晚上玩好我先走了，Therese则带着无尽的复杂心绪坐车去了某party。
（Therese在车上的时候，望着在马路上互相搀扶着行走的一对夫妇出神，这个镜头被一篇英文评论形容为全篇最为酸楚的时刻，because of its telescope out into the universal. 大概的意思是说《卡罗尔》讲述了世间一切男男女女的爱而不得。）
接下来的每一幕，都特别让我感同身受，那种刚刚狠心拒绝了心爱的人，就心慌意乱，后悔万分，恨不得马上回去找他的心情，被Therese演绎地太好了。
在派对上，Therese估计看啥都没劲，最后终于决定去饭店找Carol。冲进饭店的大门，在熙熙攘攘的人群中寻找爱人，找到她，迈着坚定的步伐走向她，等着她也看见自己。当Cate也发现她时，回望，带着一种庆幸、释然、和同样的坚定的眼神，笑了。
看吧，爱情自会找到它来时的路。
上个月在纽约电影节看了《卡罗尔》，至今无法从那种情绪中抽离出来，每每想到其中几个情节，就惆怅不已。
主演大家都知道了，Cate Blanchett和Rooney Mara。戛纳电影节的时候就被炒得火热，Rooney Mara还凭此拿了金棕榈最佳女演员奖。
片子是讲同性爱情的，人物设置和《蓝宇》有些非常相似：两个年龄、阅历、财富都不在一个段位上的人相遇，擦出火花，然后相爱，分离。当然了，大的那个，世俗牵绊总是多些，小的那个，眼神更让人心疼，也更深情些，仿佛就是为了告诉人们：爱情真他妈的是不公平。
好的是，最后，爱情总是能找回它来时的路。
记得《蓝宇》的后半部分，胡军出狱，和刘烨在北京的某个公园里坐着唱歌。那是在冬天拍摄的，两张覆盖着哈气的脸，令人落泪的劫难后相依为命之感——可最后结局太惨，我久久不能忘怀，甚至会想，就让影片结束在唱歌之处不好吗？
《卡罗尔》弥补了这个遗憾，它结束在列车刚刚驶出隧道重见光明的那一刻，停在了两个人找回彼此的地方。我每次回想起结局，Rooney试探、寻找、坚定地望向Cate的眼神，Cate终于发现她后，庆幸、释然、同样坚定的笑，都不由得深吸一口气......啊，对，这就是爱了。
直女看这部电影，根本不会意识到这是一部同性片，反而会因为两个女性角色而可以把自己代入到任何一方，然后深深沦陷。至于直男，好像并没有同样感受，据一起看电影的朋友说......
所以这部电影上映之后我一定要去再看一遍！大家也一定要看啊！虽然我就要剧透了啊！
影片开头是两位女主在吃饭时，被一个充满傻逼气质的男性打断，于是分开，但小姑娘显然坐在车里心神不宁，一直在回味女王。
然后故事就闪回到了两人初见的时候。
Cate就是Carol, 一位住在New Jersey的中产阶级富婆，在圣诞节前夕来到百货商场给女儿买圣诞礼物，从而遇见了Therese, 也就是Rooney的角色，一位一看就气质脱俗将来要进The New York Times 当摄影记者的百货公司售货员。
电闪雷鸣，看对眼了，Carol鬼使神差地给自己的女孩买了Therese说自己小时候最喜欢的火车模型，（可怜的女儿）然后有意无意地把手套落在了柜台，就如同高富帅总是会随意乱放钱包。
这时故事交代了两个人的感情状态，Carol有个非常疼爱的小女儿Wendy，但是对丈夫非常冷淡，在办理离婚；Therese有男票，还要娶她，也不缺乏来自The New York Times记者的追求，搞不好还是哥大J School毕业的，不过她当然没同意，可能因为记者太穷了实在。
Therese寄回了Carol的手套，并接到了对方的感谢电话，被邀请共进午餐。这场午餐就是两人第一次有张力的对手戏了，对于Carol的每一次flirt，根本接不住的小白兔要不就老老实实地认乖，要不就软软地打回去，以至于女王说周日来我家玩吧的时候，迫不及待地就说好啊好啊。
小白兔第一次去女王家玩的时候，拿上了自己的相机，拍下了女王买圣诞树的场面。当天晚上，气氛正浓，好巧不巧女王老公来了，还和女王大吵一架，这里有一个很值得注意的镜头：Therese听着窗外两人吵架的声音，把室内收音机或者唱片（记不清了）的声音调大了。
吵完架后，女王心情也不好，就让Therese自己坐火车回家了，小白兔在回去的火车上还哭了，然而在回家接到女王道歉电话时，还是分分钟原谅。（陷入爱情的人类啊。）
接下来的剧情发展就没什么新意了，总之就是慢慢地好上了，并在一起公路旅行的时候为观众奉献了一场精彩的床戏。其中，不得不提女王霸气的圣诞礼物赠送方式，买了新款的佳能相机，敲门，把盒子放在地上，等开门，把盒子踢进去，"圣诞快乐"。 哎，追我我也沦陷。
催泪的部分总是从事情变坏开始。Carol和Therese的事情被Carol的丈夫雇佣的私家侦探录下来了，丈夫以此威胁她。为了女儿，Carol离开了。
分开后，Therese心碎成渣，中间还给Carol打过一次电话，说I miss you, 被Carol挂断了，此处给了Carol的手一个按掉电话的特写，让我第一次泪奔了。
接下来就是重头戏的结尾啦！
两位女主很久后，没什么联系，连哥大JSchool都没上过的Therese进了The New York Times（好吧我就是忍不住要黑哈哈哈），Carol与生活妥协，为争夺孩子的监护权与前夫打官司。
一次Carol在坐车去律师所（不确定，总之是调停地点）的路上看见了走在街上的Therese，我觉得她的想法就是在那瞬间发生了转折，因为人在与所爱之人分隔许久再重逢时，总是很容易失去理智。
她选择了放弃，并愤怒地跟前夫进行了一番陈词，其中有一句印象很深，大概是说The most breathtaking gift we gave each other is Wendy. (their daughter)，当时心想：这句不错，学了，但要做甜言蜜语使。然后又说了大概是监护权我不要了让给你，不过你必须让我见孩子，不然咱们就法庭见吧，不过那样我们就会变得ugly, but we are not ugly people.
总之言之，她放弃了，在偶然见到了一次Therese之后，她就放弃了争夺监护权。
之后女王就出演了本剧中最没骨气的一幕，约了Therese吃饭，第一句就非常掉身价: I wasn't sure you would come. 还能再屌丝吗哈哈哈。紧接着扯了一堆没用的，进入了正题并进一步掉身价：I would like to invite you to live with me, though I thought you might say no. (可能不见得准确，但意思是对的。)
听到这全场都会心地笑了，多么笨拙的请求啊，带着害怕被拒绝的掩饰。
可惜，小白兔被伤太多了，一双令人心碎的眼睛看着女王，说：No, I don't think so.
接着女王又说了句什么我忘记了，然后又无奈地看着小白兔，说出了人类史上最无法拒绝的三个单词，同时将身价掉到谷底。
（不知道你有没有注意到，片头的倒叙开头，正是从Carol说完I Love You开始，于是观众不禁想，啊原来影片一开始，她刚和她表白过......）
估计小白兔这时再也无法控制自己的感情了，可惜，一个傻逼直男打断了他们的对话，Carol说那你们晚上玩好我先走了，Therese则带着无尽的复杂心绪坐车去了某party。
（Therese在车上的时候，望着在马路上互相搀扶着行走的一对夫妇出神，这个镜头被一篇英文评论形容为全篇最为酸楚的时刻，because of its telescope out into the universal. 大概的意思是说《卡罗尔》讲述了世间一切男男女女的爱而不得。）
接下来的每一幕，都特别让我感同身受，那种刚刚狠心拒绝了心爱的人，就心慌意乱，后悔万分，恨不得马上回去找他的心情，被Therese演绎地太好了。
在派对上，Therese估计看啥都没劲，最后终于决定去饭店找Carol。冲进饭店的大门，在熙熙攘攘的人群中寻找爱人，找到她，迈着坚定的步伐走向她，等着她也看见自己。当Cate也发现她时，回望，带着一种庆幸、释然、和同样的坚定的眼神，笑了。
看吧，爱情自会找到它来时的路。
2 ) 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。
3 ) 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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4 ) 《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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5 ) 《卡罗尔》观后感——电影VS原著
【详细剧透】（改了很多遍，每次重温又加了新的东西，逻辑可能有些混乱，希望大家原谅）
10月27日，我独自飞到了阿德莱德，看了《卡罗尔》最后一场电影节的点映。平息了一晚上激动的心情，整理了一下思绪，想把此刻的感受留下来一点。
1.关于电影对原著的修改
电影对于原著的修改大部分还是令我比较满意的。比如 Therese的职业从舞台设计师变成了摄影师；Therese第一次跟Carol产生联系，不再是因为傻乎乎地寄了贺卡过去，而是因为Carol把手套忘在了柜台；而Therese和 Carol互换的圣诞礼物，也从昂贵的手包 /刻着Therese 姓名首字母的旅行箱，变成了更有情调的唱片 /相机（及无数胶卷）。这些在某种程度了弥补的原著中对于两人感情线索描述的缺失。
然而关于改动的地方，不满的在于滑铁卢告白段，基本全部删掉，原著中 Carol淡定而温柔的那句“ Don’t you know I love you? ” 多么经典，以及第二天早上那种欣喜的久久拥抱，全都没有了。只保留了床戏的那一句， ”My angel, flung out of space” 。
在私人侦探的那个部分， Carol没有书里的那种勇敢坚定赌一把试试的决心，只有慌乱和不知所措。最后在争夺孩子的抚养权时候，Carol并非只因为Therese而放弃，而更是为了给孩子更好的生活而放弃，把母亲的身份放大了不少，而减弱了那份她勇敢追求“非凡”爱情的勇气。这些算是比较不满意的地方。
说起滑铁卢告白这一段，因为最喜欢原著中的这段，反复读了很多遍，一直以为会原样保留在电影中，所以看到 Waterloo的路标出现的时候，心里就激动的不行。可惜的是这一段并没有保留下来。两个人在滑铁卢时是新年夜，互诉了一下因为有彼此陪伴就不孤独之类的鸡汤话之后，凯特就把浴衣带子解开，然后低头吻了 Therese。吻之前那呼之欲出的暧昧情欲非常抓人，吻得那一刻我深吸了一口气。虽然床戏很美很动人，但我更喜欢原著中那种更加克制的表达。
原著中的 Therese在那一天困得不行了，仿佛马上就要睡着还一直睡眼惺忪地看着 Carol，看着看着感情就堆积到了喉咙口，一张嘴，就倾泻而出了。那样的自然而然，让我非常感动。而 Carol更是沉默而淡然的继续收拾着行李，收好后，走过来按着Therese的肩膀，给了她一个吻，“仿佛他们已吻过了千百遍”（Then she kissed Therese on the lips, as if they had kissed a thousand times before），然后Carol说，你难道不知道我也爱你么？
而且第二天早上，电影中的 Therese从床上醒来，看到立在床前的 Carol问她这是哪里，Carol说这里是滑铁卢，然后表示，（竟然是滑铁卢，）这是个多糟糕的事儿啊，大笑。这里也更喜欢原著中的情节，第二天早上， Therese买了份报纸回来，看到在浴室中的Carol，于是把她从头到脚地认真看了一遍，有种很美梦成真的欣喜感。而Carol只是紧紧地把她搂进怀里，两个人深深地拥抱，“就像她们再也不会分开”。
书中，跟侦探对峙之后Carol本来铁了心决定跟Therese继续旅行下去，但后来迫于无奈先回去解决抚养权的问题，承诺了会回来找Therese。而Therese一个人逗留在她们分别的地方打工，跟Carol保持通话、通信，等待Carol。电影受篇幅所限，Carol直接不辞而别地回去了，剩下老朋友（兼旧情人）Abby善后，只留下了一封信，有点儿“渣”地说，你寻找问题的答案，只因为你还小。总有一天你会长大，寻找到新的幸福，到那时，我希望你想象我也在那里祝福着你。但我们不能再联络了....诸如此类，说的很冷静而有距离感，显得既不真诚也不深情，只是一些漂亮的话。书中描写道，正是这种与距离感的冷静，深深地刺伤了Therese。
但是反而是这样快速的转折，让我们看到了整部影片中一直没有说出“I love you”的Therese的深情。一下从幸福的高空摔到了现实冰冷的地上，Therese就像主心骨瞬间被抽走一样，整个人狼狈不堪、失魂落魄。坐着坐着车就跑到寒风中去呕吐不止，一个人坐在床上恍恍惚惚，对着电话默默呢喃很多遍 I miss you，在暗房冲洗着Carol的照片看的出神……
书中的Therese是比较主动的，虽然一直是Carol在约她出去吃饭，邀请她去旅行，但是Therese在感情上是毫无保留的，但凡是Carol邀约，绝不拒绝，毫无保留地赞美Carol，表达自己对于能见到她的欣喜，甚至主动地说了那句我爱你。但是影片中的Therese则是显得比较弱势的一方，基本上是一味地接受Carol。书中的Carol是表现得比较淡然的，以致于Carol刚开始邀请Therese旅行的时候，T直接拒绝了，因为她觉得Carol只是出于礼貌地询问她而已。而电影中Carol基本上一出场，语气神态中就带着一股挑逗的感觉（可能也是阶级导致的习惯性放电？），从始至终她对Therese都是很主动而强势的。而从Harge对Carol一开始的指控来看，他都能感觉到Carol一开始把这个售货小姐带回家，就心怀不轨了。
关于性爱的部分。书中的Therese和男朋友Richard有过几段性爱，但是都不太愉快，所以让Therese觉得这感觉很不对（直到跟Carol滚了床单才觉得“没有比这更对”），而Carol一开始则是鼓励T去多加尝试。但是在电影中，从T和Richard的对话中，暗示出了T还没有跟Richard发生过肉体上的关系。所以Therese是将她最美好的一夜留给了Carol，并阻止了想去关灯的Carol，说“我想能看着你”。无论是在书中还是电影里，Therese都是一个很用力在感受的人，比起跟Carol聊天，她更喜欢沉默地感受、记忆着此刻的那种感觉和心情，即使是床上的这一刻也不例外。
影片将本来是在滑铁卢应该说出的“I love you”放到了最后，似乎能感觉到导演的用意，大概是让本来还拒绝同居的Therese突然的回心转意显得更有说服力些。因为Therese本身是拒绝的，大概是报复Carol之前对她的放弃，然而在听到Carol终于说了那句我爱你之后，便开始一直魂不守舍，最终去寻找Carol。屏气凝神的对视，太美了。
2.关于电影本身
除去对原著的感情，单看电影，感觉最深的就是美。
配乐，色调，拍摄手法，无不透着一股复古而简约的气息。故事也是主次分明，基本都在拍摄两个女人，剩下的诸如前男友、旧情人、侦探律师还有女儿的戏份都精简到了极致，甚至Therese全剧都没有跟Carol的女儿互动过。
看电影前最期待的是沉默的戏份。因为书中Carol和Therese在表白之前，对话是比较少的，基本都是Carol在讲，而Therese则在飘飘乎神游，感受和幻想关于Carol的一切。采访时候鲁妮说这些沉默其实是很重要的，所以电影里都有所保留，虽然话语不多，但其实是暗流汹涌，推动着两个人的关系的。所以，一直很好奇电影会怎样处理这些沉默的戏份。
看完后觉得，在第一次Carol接Therese去她家的那一段沉默，处理得非常美。直接把Carol说的话和一切别的噪音切到了次要的音轨上了，就像来自另一个世界般遥远，而主要的轨道在播放着缓慢却欢快的音乐，镜头停留在望向窗外的Therese的脸上，带着甜蜜的笑意，在重新感受这个世界。
二刷之后，有一幕在第一次看时没有特别留意，这次却格外触动：在他们被侦探发现之后，Therese把枪扔掉往回走，却看到Carol已经在电话亭跟Abby亲密地讲电话倾诉，她那时的眼神特别的失落而无助。我想Therese一直很想参与到Carol的生活当中，想帮她分担，想为她在寒风中买香烟，希望能够改变她失去领养权的问题，但她什么也做不了，当出现大事时，Carol第一个求助的依然是旧情人Abby——她无法成为Carol的依靠，所以这一切是不是仅仅是一场露水之缘。在她们第一次吃完饭，她见到Carol上了Abby的车就开始放声大笑，那笑是Therese没见过的，那一刻她就已经怅然若失了。
这时，又觉得海因斯将那句“I love you”放在影片最后是一个很巧妙的安排，因为Carol之前没有表达过这份感情，所以Therese在Carol不辞而别后一定是对她怀疑的，她没法去相信Carol对她的感情是爱，而不止是那脆弱时期的精神和肉体的排遣。所以最后两人约见时，Therese的眼神从未有过地咄咄逼人，那眼神里有拷问，有愤怒，有幽怨，也不服输，不愿意和Carol对视的时候败下阵来。而这场势均力敌的对视，在Carol说出我爱你后，慢慢地倒塌了，Therese的眼神又变得惊讶，犹豫，无措，可还没来得急犹豫出一个结果，这一切就被打断了——对于没有看过原著的观众来说，这一刻一定是万分揪心的。
虽然对于电影对原著的改编，以及对布兰切特的表演，都有点小小的失望。但是对电影本身，却是无比满意的，那种美感营造的非常好，以至于我看着看着就不自觉地笑，觉得很满足。最棒的大概就是音乐了，在还没上映前，听着流出来的配乐就觉得已经要哭了。那种感觉啊，又甜蜜又心酸。
叙事手法上，采用的是倒叙，先拍的是久别重逢的两人，然而才引入的故事本身。这个地方，一开始不是特别懂他的用意，后来被科普到实际上首位两段机位不同，也算暗藏玄机，而开头看似平淡的吃饭场景在结尾处方揭示出原来暗波汹涌。据说这个开头在致敬《相见恨晚》，由第三人的视角来进入故事。二刷之后我也感觉到，观众让第三人慢慢领进这个只属于两个人的故事，感觉很美妙，而在Therese坐上车，突然忆起第一次见到Carol的场景，更是让人一开始就被丰沛的感情所冲击，猝不及防，又紧张万分。
3.关于演员
看完书的时候，就觉得布兰切特简直就是Carol从书里走了出来。成熟，优雅，神秘，连对外貌的描述都一样：金色微卷的头发，眼角的皱纹，灰色而极具洞察力的瞳孔，还有充满秘密的声线。
所以，一开始我觉得无论如何凯特都不会是让我失望的那一个，但是结果却是有些失望的。布兰切特对Carol的诠释，或者说海因斯对Carol的诠释，在我看来有点过了。我心目中的 Carol是温柔而坚定，自信但又内敛的，但电影里的 Carol却带着一股咄咄逼人和漫不经心。在玩具店的谈话，用脚推着箱子给Therese送礼物等等场景，都有一些挑逗的意味在里面；即使是最后邀请同居后说出的那句“I love you”，都不是我想要的感觉，因为语气不像是思念牵挂，更像是一种拿出最后筹码孤注一掷的决绝，还带着一点小小的自信。
但通过 @同志亦凡人中文站的解释，又觉得布兰切特或者说导演本人大概也是对书中的Carol有了另外的一种理解吧。粘贴一下小站君的评语：“因为鲁尼演得很柔软，所以布兰切特就要演得很张扬吧，这种迎合型表演其实也是导演追求的效果。那种高高在上的端的感觉就像是赋予她的坚强外壳，让她可以面对外面世界的蜚短流长。只有在 Therese面前你能感觉到她的柔化（但依然还会维持 apperance）。最后一个镜头就非常明显，在上流晚宴中她和一堆男人交谈自若神采飞扬，可是和 Therese一个对视整个人立刻沉静了。”
也许本身不是凯特演技的问题，只是我心中的Carol并没能跟她想演出来的Carol所重合吧。不过，像和律师对峙，和女儿告别，以及失神落魄的那几场戏，还是很精彩的，在《蓝色茉莉》中就挑战过落难贵妇的凯特，对于这些大概早已驾轻就熟。
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凯特最精彩的表演，就是分手后在车上看到了蜕变后的Therese的那种表情，怀念，惊喜，心痛，很多复杂的感情，都交织在那充满了秘密的灰色瞳孔里。她目光里那种不着痕迹的找寻，终于让她最后放弃抚养权和勇敢追回Therese的转变有迹可循。
我心中的Carol应该是什么样子呢？我想没有比下面这张图片能更好地说明了：温柔、从容、内敛。对我来说，也许布兰切特本人比海因斯的Carol，更像Carol吧。
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最想说的是鲁妮·玛拉，她的表演相当精彩，堪称惊艳。毫无疑问应该是明年奥斯卡影后。我相信每一个在十几岁的时候深深暗恋过一次的人，都能在她的表演中获得共鸣。不管是紧张而甜蜜的羞涩，还是失望无助的哭泣，都相当的引人怀想。几次玛拉的那种痴汉表情，都逗笑了电影院里的人，十分可爱，又让人心疼不已。
一开始我觉得凯特像是Carol从书里走出来，但看完了电影，觉得真正从书里走出来的，其实是Therese。从第一次看见Carol那种被吸引的样子，到一起吃饭时候略显局促的小动作，包括船戏时候的紧张期待，被Carol抛弃时候的失魂落魄，被最后被告白时候的恍惚……等等等等，都把一个19岁少女的复杂而青涩的感觉表现得淋漓尽致。
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想起鲁尼·玛拉曾用颤抖的声音说，13岁时候看了《伊丽莎白》就爱上了布兰切特，排队买票看她的电影，也正因为她走上了演艺之路。30岁的现在终于和自己的偶像一起拍戏了，我想拍戏的时候她是真的爱上了布兰切特，才能把那些心情那些眼神表现得那么真实，她一定也想到了自己的青春岁月，所以才能勾起我们对青春岁月的怀想。
暗恋的感觉太久远，但全部都被鲁妮的表演唤醒了，于是我对鲁妮除了欣赏，也多了一份感激。之前流出Therese偷偷拍Carol的那段clip时，就有一个朋友豆邮我，说她看了这一小段就感动的要落泪的，还说，但凡你也曾这么痴汉地看过一个人，就一定能懂的。我觉得期待着这部电影的豆友们应该都有过这么一段感情吧，所以，我相信大家都能从鲁妮的表演中收获那种感动。
观影后记
从小站君那里得知阿德莱德电影节正在放映《卡罗尔》之后，心里激动地不行，经过了短暂的犹豫，就订了机票去成为全球首批观影者了。
适逢期末，身上压着好几个论文没写，又花了不小一笔钱，还一通舟车劳顿。可在看完电影之后，就觉得一切都值得了。片尾曲响起来的那一刹那，有种喘不过气来的感觉。毕竟是期待了这么久的电影呀，去之前我就在想，即使正片只是把预告连放20遍，我也依然会觉得欣喜与感动。出了电影院，已经晚上11点多，在几乎没有人的街道上边走边跳，一直在傻呵呵地笑。
从来没有这样期待过一部电影，从来没有干过这么疯的事，也从来没有这样满足过。冷静下来想，其实影片有很多让我不满意的地方，可是就连这不满意的地方，都让我觉得是完美中必备的小小遗憾。
睡了一觉醒来，我跑到阿德莱德市中心的公园里，突然想起来很多年前曾经看过的一篇小说，叫《边缘》，觉得跟《卡罗尔》给我的感觉略有相似，忍不住找出来坐在公园里默默地又读了一遍，依然收获了当年的那种感动。抬起头来已经下午四点了，看着阿德莱德一尘不染的天空，心里好多种心情，说不清楚，但最多的还是幸福。
现在我正在阿德莱德的机场等待回家的飞机，觉得活着真好啊。希望我的飞机能平安落地。
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（一月底跟我彼时的女朋友老李又一起看了一遍，然后写了一篇《老李完美解读<卡罗尔>中的卡罗尔》，让老李从一个御姐的角度给大家解读一下卡罗尔。原文地址：http://www.douban.com/note/538544979/）
下面，为大家转述一下老李是怎样完美地解读了《卡罗尔》中的卡罗尔：
1.卡罗尔为什么喜欢Therese
一直以来我就感觉，在两个人第一次吃饭的时候，卡罗尔就已经开始喜欢Therese了，但却不懂为何。老李说，当卡罗尔问她：周末要不要来我家看我时，小芮干脆地回答出了yes的那一刻，她心中就在想，好一个奇怪的女孩，而此时卡罗尔的台词也是：you are such a strange girl.看看，这样巧妙的重合下大概藏着一份共同的心思。老李说，从一开始就感觉Therese就是一个很随意、没什么态度的人，吃饭都不知道点什么菜，交着一个说不清喜欢或不喜欢的男朋友，似乎对什么都没有特别喜欢，也没有特别讨厌。就是这样一个人，周末叫她去一个乡下小别墅玩，明明是一件可有可无的事，却干脆地一口答应下来了，还带着开心的笑，让人觉得真是一个奇怪的人啊，搞不清她究竟在想什么，究竟喜欢什么。
老李说，卡罗尔邀请她的时候，一开始也只是随口说说，但是说出口的一瞬间，又有一点在意这邀请的答复，明明举到嘴边要喝的酒，突然就悬在那里，再得到一个爽快而愉悦的答复后，便觉得真是个有趣的女孩，和自己见过的任何人都不同。
关于二人感情的描述，最让老李觉得精彩的戏份，竟然是两人在私人旅店和还没暴露身份的侦探聊天的那场戏。那时侦探表达出了想搭她们车的意愿，而二人却不太愿意理他，所以Therese就开始带点玩笑性质地捉弄他：“我也要去芝加哥，我知道一条路能节省两小时车程”，“那我们能停在那里买个杂志么？”，“我这里就有杂志，《国家地理》…”,“那《大众摄影》呢”……就这样见招拆招的对话，展现出了一个似乎没有态度的Therese又聪明，又有点顽皮的古灵精怪的一面。这个场景下，明明两个人没有直接的交流，却因为一致的心情产生出了一种“合伙”的状态，于是卡罗尔在这种默契中欣赏着Therese的古灵精怪，一定是十分喜爱她的。
我问老李，可是Therese根本给不了Carol任何实质上的帮助，Carol为何喜欢她。老李说她根本不需要，她本来就是习惯坚强的女性，并不需要别人来为她解决问题，但Therese的出现给了她一种温暖，甚至只要Therese多问她两句，就已经是一种安慰了。
而Therese本身也是一个细致体贴的人。在发现皮箱中的枪之后，马上选择了卸掉里面的子弹，却没有说什么，只是去问Carol，你在我身边感到害怕么？虽然Carol在开枪后发现没有子弹，有惊诧和泄气，但是日后回想，却又定会感谢Therese，如果开了枪，性质就变了，甚至连争夺抚养权的资格都没有了。
2.Carol有多喜欢Therese
非常喜欢，非常珍视。
在第一次Therese从Carol家哭着回来之后，Carol就给她打了电话，除了抱歉自己的态度外，还对她说，如果有什么问题，就问吧，please。那一刻开始，Carol就是需要Therese的了。而在还没有问出口的时候，Carol就挂掉了电话，我一直不太懂为什么，现在老李为我解答了疑惑。
因为从那时候起，Carol就将她看做一个特殊的人了，她愿意好好地听她提问，也想仔细地讲述给她，而在那个环境下，房东太太的牢骚，男人们归家的嘈杂声，都让那个环境不适合这样的对话，如果说出了什么，Therese又没有听清，或者被打断，那就太破坏这特殊的氛围了。所以Carol选择了挂断电话。
老李说，Therese就像是她生命中开出的一朵花，给了她太多的快乐。无论是多么坚强的女人，在被剥夺抚养权后都会崩溃，而在这样崩溃的心境下，Carol都愿意开着车带她去玩，给她化化妆，喷喷香水，还能一起开心地笑，完全忘却了烦恼的样子，甚至还能有闲情地去跟她接接吻，做做爱，都无比的美好和放松。
My angel, flung out of space其实才是Carol对她最深情的告白，而最后那句我爱你，根本不是Carol这样的人会先、说出口的，老李说，Carol之所以说，不是因为她想要说，而是因为她知道Therese需要听。
老李说，她太明白Carol有多么需要Therese了，所以看最后一幕的时候她无比的揪心。在最后的酒店分别后，两个人明明都有些心不在焉，而Therese就可以光明正大地心不在焉，但Carol却仍要强撑着继续谈笑风生。而当Therese终于出现，四目对视时，老李说她怕极了，她生怕Therese反悔了然后转身走开，因为她知道Carol多么需要她站在那里。
3. 其他
跟大多数人疑惑卡罗尔为什么喜欢Therese不同，老李一开始反而觉得Carol才是不值得喜欢的那一个。在法庭对峙那一场戏之前，她只觉得卡罗尔是打炮的不二之选，而当她在法庭上用颤抖的声音做出那番陈述时，她才觉得她终于是一个值得爱的人了，终于选择了坚持作自己的选择，选择了不去做丑恶的人。
老李说，最让她难过的，是Carol在街上看到Therese后久久的凝视，她说Therese一定想不到她曾经被这样久久地看着过，想想，觉得难过又幸福。看电影时，我一直都想着Therese是怎样久久地凝视Carol，想着每一个久久凝视过的人都会懂她，却忘记了自己也曾被久久地凝视过。我想我也被老李这样深深地凝视过，觉得难过，又觉得幸福。
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千呼万唤的资源：大家请去微博找@凯特布兰切特中文站 他会随时更新资源+补档的。之前我发的资源已经被封了Q.Q
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双语字幕预告：http://www.bilibili.com/video/av2888067/
B站版Clips：http://www.bilibili.com/video/av2351476/ （两段Clips初次吃饭+偷拍，以及饭制视频，一丢丢船戏）
11.13更新四段新clip：http://www.bilibili.com/video/av3214878/index_1.html （买礼物+问名字+问生活+Carol和前夫吵架） 其实还有两段新的（Abby+聊离婚），但没那么喜欢所以懒的弄了> <
豆友的翻译——表白段的翻译：http://book.douban.com/review/7202263/ （最后一句应该是指T思绪总是飘在外太空/她就像天外来客般独特，而不是飞向天际）
更多翻译：http://tieba.baidu.com/p/3444046748
全书翻译：http://tieba.baidu.com/p/4150147306
Middleburg Film Festival交响演奏版配乐（感动哭，原声专辑Q4发布，指日可待了）：http://www.bilibili.com/video/av3165216/
原声专辑已发布，下载地址（原声+画册）：http://pan.baidu.com/s/1kTpRs8n （来源@QAF中文站）
观影前写的一篇零零碎碎的关于原著细节和一些花絮的内容：http://www.douban.com/note/521007505/ （含资源，持续更新中）
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我自己的暗恋经历《我曾在机场等一艘船》：http://www.douban.com/note/524328474/
10月27日，我独自飞到了阿德莱德，看了《卡罗尔》最后一场电影节的点映。平息了一晚上激动的心情，整理了一下思绪，想把此刻的感受留下来一点。
1.关于电影对原著的修改
电影对于原著的修改大部分还是令我比较满意的。比如 Therese的职业从舞台设计师变成了摄影师；Therese第一次跟Carol产生联系，不再是因为傻乎乎地寄了贺卡过去，而是因为Carol把手套忘在了柜台；而Therese和 Carol互换的圣诞礼物，也从昂贵的手包 /刻着Therese 姓名首字母的旅行箱，变成了更有情调的唱片 /相机（及无数胶卷）。这些在某种程度了弥补的原著中对于两人感情线索描述的缺失。
然而关于改动的地方，不满的在于滑铁卢告白段，基本全部删掉，原著中 Carol淡定而温柔的那句“ Don’t you know I love you? ” 多么经典，以及第二天早上那种欣喜的久久拥抱，全都没有了。只保留了床戏的那一句， ”My angel, flung out of space” 。
在私人侦探的那个部分， Carol没有书里的那种勇敢坚定赌一把试试的决心，只有慌乱和不知所措。最后在争夺孩子的抚养权时候，Carol并非只因为Therese而放弃，而更是为了给孩子更好的生活而放弃，把母亲的身份放大了不少，而减弱了那份她勇敢追求“非凡”爱情的勇气。这些算是比较不满意的地方。
说起滑铁卢告白这一段，因为最喜欢原著中的这段，反复读了很多遍，一直以为会原样保留在电影中，所以看到 Waterloo的路标出现的时候，心里就激动的不行。可惜的是这一段并没有保留下来。两个人在滑铁卢时是新年夜，互诉了一下因为有彼此陪伴就不孤独之类的鸡汤话之后，凯特就把浴衣带子解开，然后低头吻了 Therese。吻之前那呼之欲出的暧昧情欲非常抓人，吻得那一刻我深吸了一口气。虽然床戏很美很动人，但我更喜欢原著中那种更加克制的表达。
原著中的 Therese在那一天困得不行了，仿佛马上就要睡着还一直睡眼惺忪地看着 Carol，看着看着感情就堆积到了喉咙口，一张嘴，就倾泻而出了。那样的自然而然，让我非常感动。而 Carol更是沉默而淡然的继续收拾着行李，收好后，走过来按着Therese的肩膀，给了她一个吻，“仿佛他们已吻过了千百遍”（Then she kissed Therese on the lips, as if they had kissed a thousand times before），然后Carol说，你难道不知道我也爱你么？
而且第二天早上，电影中的 Therese从床上醒来，看到立在床前的 Carol问她这是哪里，Carol说这里是滑铁卢，然后表示，（竟然是滑铁卢，）这是个多糟糕的事儿啊，大笑。这里也更喜欢原著中的情节，第二天早上， Therese买了份报纸回来，看到在浴室中的Carol，于是把她从头到脚地认真看了一遍，有种很美梦成真的欣喜感。而Carol只是紧紧地把她搂进怀里，两个人深深地拥抱，“就像她们再也不会分开”。
书中，跟侦探对峙之后Carol本来铁了心决定跟Therese继续旅行下去，但后来迫于无奈先回去解决抚养权的问题，承诺了会回来找Therese。而Therese一个人逗留在她们分别的地方打工，跟Carol保持通话、通信，等待Carol。电影受篇幅所限，Carol直接不辞而别地回去了，剩下老朋友（兼旧情人）Abby善后，只留下了一封信，有点儿“渣”地说，你寻找问题的答案，只因为你还小。总有一天你会长大，寻找到新的幸福，到那时，我希望你想象我也在那里祝福着你。但我们不能再联络了....诸如此类，说的很冷静而有距离感，显得既不真诚也不深情，只是一些漂亮的话。书中描写道，正是这种与距离感的冷静，深深地刺伤了Therese。
但是反而是这样快速的转折，让我们看到了整部影片中一直没有说出“I love you”的Therese的深情。一下从幸福的高空摔到了现实冰冷的地上，Therese就像主心骨瞬间被抽走一样，整个人狼狈不堪、失魂落魄。坐着坐着车就跑到寒风中去呕吐不止，一个人坐在床上恍恍惚惚，对着电话默默呢喃很多遍 I miss you，在暗房冲洗着Carol的照片看的出神……
书中的Therese是比较主动的，虽然一直是Carol在约她出去吃饭，邀请她去旅行，但是Therese在感情上是毫无保留的，但凡是Carol邀约，绝不拒绝，毫无保留地赞美Carol，表达自己对于能见到她的欣喜，甚至主动地说了那句我爱你。但是影片中的Therese则是显得比较弱势的一方，基本上是一味地接受Carol。书中的Carol是表现得比较淡然的，以致于Carol刚开始邀请Therese旅行的时候，T直接拒绝了，因为她觉得Carol只是出于礼貌地询问她而已。而电影中Carol基本上一出场，语气神态中就带着一股挑逗的感觉（可能也是阶级导致的习惯性放电？），从始至终她对Therese都是很主动而强势的。而从Harge对Carol一开始的指控来看，他都能感觉到Carol一开始把这个售货小姐带回家，就心怀不轨了。
关于性爱的部分。书中的Therese和男朋友Richard有过几段性爱，但是都不太愉快，所以让Therese觉得这感觉很不对（直到跟Carol滚了床单才觉得“没有比这更对”），而Carol一开始则是鼓励T去多加尝试。但是在电影中，从T和Richard的对话中，暗示出了T还没有跟Richard发生过肉体上的关系。所以Therese是将她最美好的一夜留给了Carol，并阻止了想去关灯的Carol，说“我想能看着你”。无论是在书中还是电影里，Therese都是一个很用力在感受的人，比起跟Carol聊天，她更喜欢沉默地感受、记忆着此刻的那种感觉和心情，即使是床上的这一刻也不例外。
影片将本来是在滑铁卢应该说出的“I love you”放到了最后，似乎能感觉到导演的用意，大概是让本来还拒绝同居的Therese突然的回心转意显得更有说服力些。因为Therese本身是拒绝的，大概是报复Carol之前对她的放弃，然而在听到Carol终于说了那句我爱你之后，便开始一直魂不守舍，最终去寻找Carol。屏气凝神的对视，太美了。
2.关于电影本身
除去对原著的感情，单看电影，感觉最深的就是美。
配乐，色调，拍摄手法，无不透着一股复古而简约的气息。故事也是主次分明，基本都在拍摄两个女人，剩下的诸如前男友、旧情人、侦探律师还有女儿的戏份都精简到了极致，甚至Therese全剧都没有跟Carol的女儿互动过。
看电影前最期待的是沉默的戏份。因为书中Carol和Therese在表白之前，对话是比较少的，基本都是Carol在讲，而Therese则在飘飘乎神游，感受和幻想关于Carol的一切。采访时候鲁妮说这些沉默其实是很重要的，所以电影里都有所保留，虽然话语不多，但其实是暗流汹涌，推动着两个人的关系的。所以，一直很好奇电影会怎样处理这些沉默的戏份。
看完后觉得，在第一次Carol接Therese去她家的那一段沉默，处理得非常美。直接把Carol说的话和一切别的噪音切到了次要的音轨上了，就像来自另一个世界般遥远，而主要的轨道在播放着缓慢却欢快的音乐，镜头停留在望向窗外的Therese的脸上，带着甜蜜的笑意，在重新感受这个世界。
二刷之后，有一幕在第一次看时没有特别留意，这次却格外触动：在他们被侦探发现之后，Therese把枪扔掉往回走，却看到Carol已经在电话亭跟Abby亲密地讲电话倾诉，她那时的眼神特别的失落而无助。我想Therese一直很想参与到Carol的生活当中，想帮她分担，想为她在寒风中买香烟，希望能够改变她失去领养权的问题，但她什么也做不了，当出现大事时，Carol第一个求助的依然是旧情人Abby——她无法成为Carol的依靠，所以这一切是不是仅仅是一场露水之缘。在她们第一次吃完饭，她见到Carol上了Abby的车就开始放声大笑，那笑是Therese没见过的，那一刻她就已经怅然若失了。
这时，又觉得海因斯将那句“I love you”放在影片最后是一个很巧妙的安排，因为Carol之前没有表达过这份感情，所以Therese在Carol不辞而别后一定是对她怀疑的，她没法去相信Carol对她的感情是爱，而不止是那脆弱时期的精神和肉体的排遣。所以最后两人约见时，Therese的眼神从未有过地咄咄逼人，那眼神里有拷问，有愤怒，有幽怨，也不服输，不愿意和Carol对视的时候败下阵来。而这场势均力敌的对视，在Carol说出我爱你后，慢慢地倒塌了，Therese的眼神又变得惊讶，犹豫，无措，可还没来得急犹豫出一个结果，这一切就被打断了——对于没有看过原著的观众来说，这一刻一定是万分揪心的。
虽然对于电影对原著的改编，以及对布兰切特的表演，都有点小小的失望。但是对电影本身，却是无比满意的，那种美感营造的非常好，以至于我看着看着就不自觉地笑，觉得很满足。最棒的大概就是音乐了，在还没上映前，听着流出来的配乐就觉得已经要哭了。那种感觉啊，又甜蜜又心酸。
叙事手法上，采用的是倒叙，先拍的是久别重逢的两人，然而才引入的故事本身。这个地方，一开始不是特别懂他的用意，后来被科普到实际上首位两段机位不同，也算暗藏玄机，而开头看似平淡的吃饭场景在结尾处方揭示出原来暗波汹涌。据说这个开头在致敬《相见恨晚》，由第三人的视角来进入故事。二刷之后我也感觉到，观众让第三人慢慢领进这个只属于两个人的故事，感觉很美妙，而在Therese坐上车，突然忆起第一次见到Carol的场景，更是让人一开始就被丰沛的感情所冲击，猝不及防，又紧张万分。
3.关于演员
看完书的时候，就觉得布兰切特简直就是Carol从书里走了出来。成熟，优雅，神秘，连对外貌的描述都一样：金色微卷的头发，眼角的皱纹，灰色而极具洞察力的瞳孔，还有充满秘密的声线。
所以，一开始我觉得无论如何凯特都不会是让我失望的那一个，但是结果却是有些失望的。布兰切特对Carol的诠释，或者说海因斯对Carol的诠释，在我看来有点过了。我心目中的 Carol是温柔而坚定，自信但又内敛的，但电影里的 Carol却带着一股咄咄逼人和漫不经心。在玩具店的谈话，用脚推着箱子给Therese送礼物等等场景，都有一些挑逗的意味在里面；即使是最后邀请同居后说出的那句“I love you”，都不是我想要的感觉，因为语气不像是思念牵挂，更像是一种拿出最后筹码孤注一掷的决绝，还带着一点小小的自信。
但通过 @同志亦凡人中文站的解释，又觉得布兰切特或者说导演本人大概也是对书中的Carol有了另外的一种理解吧。粘贴一下小站君的评语：“因为鲁尼演得很柔软，所以布兰切特就要演得很张扬吧，这种迎合型表演其实也是导演追求的效果。那种高高在上的端的感觉就像是赋予她的坚强外壳，让她可以面对外面世界的蜚短流长。只有在 Therese面前你能感觉到她的柔化（但依然还会维持 apperance）。最后一个镜头就非常明显，在上流晚宴中她和一堆男人交谈自若神采飞扬，可是和 Therese一个对视整个人立刻沉静了。”
也许本身不是凯特演技的问题，只是我心中的Carol并没能跟她想演出来的Carol所重合吧。不过，像和律师对峙，和女儿告别，以及失神落魄的那几场戏，还是很精彩的，在《蓝色茉莉》中就挑战过落难贵妇的凯特，对于这些大概早已驾轻就熟。
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凯特最精彩的表演，就是分手后在车上看到了蜕变后的Therese的那种表情，怀念，惊喜，心痛，很多复杂的感情，都交织在那充满了秘密的灰色瞳孔里。她目光里那种不着痕迹的找寻，终于让她最后放弃抚养权和勇敢追回Therese的转变有迹可循。
我心中的Carol应该是什么样子呢？我想没有比下面这张图片能更好地说明了：温柔、从容、内敛。对我来说，也许布兰切特本人比海因斯的Carol，更像Carol吧。
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最想说的是鲁妮·玛拉，她的表演相当精彩，堪称惊艳。毫无疑问应该是明年奥斯卡影后。我相信每一个在十几岁的时候深深暗恋过一次的人，都能在她的表演中获得共鸣。不管是紧张而甜蜜的羞涩，还是失望无助的哭泣，都相当的引人怀想。几次玛拉的那种痴汉表情，都逗笑了电影院里的人，十分可爱，又让人心疼不已。
一开始我觉得凯特像是Carol从书里走出来，但看完了电影，觉得真正从书里走出来的，其实是Therese。从第一次看见Carol那种被吸引的样子，到一起吃饭时候略显局促的小动作，包括船戏时候的紧张期待，被Carol抛弃时候的失魂落魄，被最后被告白时候的恍惚……等等等等，都把一个19岁少女的复杂而青涩的感觉表现得淋漓尽致。
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想起鲁尼·玛拉曾用颤抖的声音说，13岁时候看了《伊丽莎白》就爱上了布兰切特，排队买票看她的电影，也正因为她走上了演艺之路。30岁的现在终于和自己的偶像一起拍戏了，我想拍戏的时候她是真的爱上了布兰切特，才能把那些心情那些眼神表现得那么真实，她一定也想到了自己的青春岁月，所以才能勾起我们对青春岁月的怀想。
暗恋的感觉太久远，但全部都被鲁妮的表演唤醒了，于是我对鲁妮除了欣赏，也多了一份感激。之前流出Therese偷偷拍Carol的那段clip时，就有一个朋友豆邮我，说她看了这一小段就感动的要落泪的，还说，但凡你也曾这么痴汉地看过一个人，就一定能懂的。我觉得期待着这部电影的豆友们应该都有过这么一段感情吧，所以，我相信大家都能从鲁妮的表演中收获那种感动。
观影后记
从小站君那里得知阿德莱德电影节正在放映《卡罗尔》之后，心里激动地不行，经过了短暂的犹豫，就订了机票去成为全球首批观影者了。
适逢期末，身上压着好几个论文没写，又花了不小一笔钱，还一通舟车劳顿。可在看完电影之后，就觉得一切都值得了。片尾曲响起来的那一刹那，有种喘不过气来的感觉。毕竟是期待了这么久的电影呀，去之前我就在想，即使正片只是把预告连放20遍，我也依然会觉得欣喜与感动。出了电影院，已经晚上11点多，在几乎没有人的街道上边走边跳，一直在傻呵呵地笑。
从来没有这样期待过一部电影，从来没有干过这么疯的事，也从来没有这样满足过。冷静下来想，其实影片有很多让我不满意的地方，可是就连这不满意的地方，都让我觉得是完美中必备的小小遗憾。
睡了一觉醒来，我跑到阿德莱德市中心的公园里，突然想起来很多年前曾经看过的一篇小说，叫《边缘》，觉得跟《卡罗尔》给我的感觉略有相似，忍不住找出来坐在公园里默默地又读了一遍，依然收获了当年的那种感动。抬起头来已经下午四点了，看着阿德莱德一尘不染的天空，心里好多种心情，说不清楚，但最多的还是幸福。
现在我正在阿德莱德的机场等待回家的飞机，觉得活着真好啊。希望我的飞机能平安落地。
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（一月底跟我彼时的女朋友老李又一起看了一遍，然后写了一篇《老李完美解读<卡罗尔>中的卡罗尔》，让老李从一个御姐的角度给大家解读一下卡罗尔。原文地址：http://www.douban.com/note/538544979/）
下面，为大家转述一下老李是怎样完美地解读了《卡罗尔》中的卡罗尔：
1.卡罗尔为什么喜欢Therese
一直以来我就感觉，在两个人第一次吃饭的时候，卡罗尔就已经开始喜欢Therese了，但却不懂为何。老李说，当卡罗尔问她：周末要不要来我家看我时，小芮干脆地回答出了yes的那一刻，她心中就在想，好一个奇怪的女孩，而此时卡罗尔的台词也是：you are such a strange girl.看看，这样巧妙的重合下大概藏着一份共同的心思。老李说，从一开始就感觉Therese就是一个很随意、没什么态度的人，吃饭都不知道点什么菜，交着一个说不清喜欢或不喜欢的男朋友，似乎对什么都没有特别喜欢，也没有特别讨厌。就是这样一个人，周末叫她去一个乡下小别墅玩，明明是一件可有可无的事，却干脆地一口答应下来了，还带着开心的笑，让人觉得真是一个奇怪的人啊，搞不清她究竟在想什么，究竟喜欢什么。
老李说，卡罗尔邀请她的时候，一开始也只是随口说说，但是说出口的一瞬间，又有一点在意这邀请的答复，明明举到嘴边要喝的酒，突然就悬在那里，再得到一个爽快而愉悦的答复后，便觉得真是个有趣的女孩，和自己见过的任何人都不同。
关于二人感情的描述，最让老李觉得精彩的戏份，竟然是两人在私人旅店和还没暴露身份的侦探聊天的那场戏。那时侦探表达出了想搭她们车的意愿，而二人却不太愿意理他，所以Therese就开始带点玩笑性质地捉弄他：“我也要去芝加哥，我知道一条路能节省两小时车程”，“那我们能停在那里买个杂志么？”，“我这里就有杂志，《国家地理》…”,“那《大众摄影》呢”……就这样见招拆招的对话，展现出了一个似乎没有态度的Therese又聪明，又有点顽皮的古灵精怪的一面。这个场景下，明明两个人没有直接的交流，却因为一致的心情产生出了一种“合伙”的状态，于是卡罗尔在这种默契中欣赏着Therese的古灵精怪，一定是十分喜爱她的。
我问老李，可是Therese根本给不了Carol任何实质上的帮助，Carol为何喜欢她。老李说她根本不需要，她本来就是习惯坚强的女性，并不需要别人来为她解决问题，但Therese的出现给了她一种温暖，甚至只要Therese多问她两句，就已经是一种安慰了。
而Therese本身也是一个细致体贴的人。在发现皮箱中的枪之后，马上选择了卸掉里面的子弹，却没有说什么，只是去问Carol，你在我身边感到害怕么？虽然Carol在开枪后发现没有子弹，有惊诧和泄气，但是日后回想，却又定会感谢Therese，如果开了枪，性质就变了，甚至连争夺抚养权的资格都没有了。
2.Carol有多喜欢Therese
非常喜欢，非常珍视。
在第一次Therese从Carol家哭着回来之后，Carol就给她打了电话，除了抱歉自己的态度外，还对她说，如果有什么问题，就问吧，please。那一刻开始，Carol就是需要Therese的了。而在还没有问出口的时候，Carol就挂掉了电话，我一直不太懂为什么，现在老李为我解答了疑惑。
因为从那时候起，Carol就将她看做一个特殊的人了，她愿意好好地听她提问，也想仔细地讲述给她，而在那个环境下，房东太太的牢骚，男人们归家的嘈杂声，都让那个环境不适合这样的对话，如果说出了什么，Therese又没有听清，或者被打断，那就太破坏这特殊的氛围了。所以Carol选择了挂断电话。
老李说，Therese就像是她生命中开出的一朵花，给了她太多的快乐。无论是多么坚强的女人，在被剥夺抚养权后都会崩溃，而在这样崩溃的心境下，Carol都愿意开着车带她去玩，给她化化妆，喷喷香水，还能一起开心地笑，完全忘却了烦恼的样子，甚至还能有闲情地去跟她接接吻，做做爱，都无比的美好和放松。
My angel, flung out of space其实才是Carol对她最深情的告白，而最后那句我爱你，根本不是Carol这样的人会先、说出口的，老李说，Carol之所以说，不是因为她想要说，而是因为她知道Therese需要听。
老李说，她太明白Carol有多么需要Therese了，所以看最后一幕的时候她无比的揪心。在最后的酒店分别后，两个人明明都有些心不在焉，而Therese就可以光明正大地心不在焉，但Carol却仍要强撑着继续谈笑风生。而当Therese终于出现，四目对视时，老李说她怕极了，她生怕Therese反悔了然后转身走开，因为她知道Carol多么需要她站在那里。
3. 其他
跟大多数人疑惑卡罗尔为什么喜欢Therese不同，老李一开始反而觉得Carol才是不值得喜欢的那一个。在法庭对峙那一场戏之前，她只觉得卡罗尔是打炮的不二之选，而当她在法庭上用颤抖的声音做出那番陈述时，她才觉得她终于是一个值得爱的人了，终于选择了坚持作自己的选择，选择了不去做丑恶的人。
老李说，最让她难过的，是Carol在街上看到Therese后久久的凝视，她说Therese一定想不到她曾经被这样久久地看着过，想想，觉得难过又幸福。看电影时，我一直都想着Therese是怎样久久地凝视Carol，想着每一个久久凝视过的人都会懂她，却忘记了自己也曾被久久地凝视过。我想我也被老李这样深深地凝视过，觉得难过，又觉得幸福。
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千呼万唤的资源：大家请去微博找@凯特布兰切特中文站 他会随时更新资源+补档的。之前我发的资源已经被封了Q.Q
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双语字幕预告：http://www.bilibili.com/video/av2888067/
B站版Clips：http://www.bilibili.com/video/av2351476/ （两段Clips初次吃饭+偷拍，以及饭制视频，一丢丢船戏）
11.13更新四段新clip：http://www.bilibili.com/video/av3214878/index_1.html （买礼物+问名字+问生活+Carol和前夫吵架） 其实还有两段新的（Abby+聊离婚），但没那么喜欢所以懒的弄了> <
豆友的翻译——表白段的翻译：http://book.douban.com/review/7202263/ （最后一句应该是指T思绪总是飘在外太空/她就像天外来客般独特，而不是飞向天际）
更多翻译：http://tieba.baidu.com/p/3444046748
全书翻译：http://tieba.baidu.com/p/4150147306
Middleburg Film Festival交响演奏版配乐（感动哭，原声专辑Q4发布，指日可待了）：http://www.bilibili.com/video/av3165216/
原声专辑已发布，下载地址（原声+画册）：http://pan.baidu.com/s/1kTpRs8n （来源@QAF中文站）
观影前写的一篇零零碎碎的关于原著细节和一些花絮的内容：http://www.douban.com/note/521007505/ （含资源，持续更新中）
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我自己的暗恋经历《我曾在机场等一艘船》：http://www.douban.com/note/524328474/
6 ) CRUSH
看了carol在纽约的点映，一连两场，几乎满座。电影院6个厅里有四个在放carol，不禁感叹纽约人民在文化活动这件事上超高的幸福指数。你想看的，你想见的，只要穿过难以置信的肮脏与拥挤，都能见到。看完电影整个人都处在一种极其懵逼的状态下，站在寒风中等机场巴士，忍着一天没吃没喝的饥肠辘辘排队安检，这些场景现在回忆起来显得格外模糊。而清晰是，电影院里一对又一对沉默的情侣，为爱情流眼泪的男男女女，还有该死的忘不掉的爱情。首先做个总结陈词，谢谢海因斯，谢谢女王，谢谢麻辣妹子，谢谢纽约，谢谢感恩节。这对于我来说是一场万人齐心的梦，是近期感受到的最壮阔而又细腻的事情。
然而故事还是那个俗套的故事，无非是性向摇摆的多金中年白富美与不满恋爱现状的文青小白兔之间的牵绊和拉扯。一见钟情，共进午餐，互生好感，结伴旅行。做陷入爱情的人都会做的事——做爱，亲吻，伤害，挽回。很多侧面或正面的小细节都处理的很好，比如小记者对therese说“你应该多拍拍人”，比如therese和男友之间关于boy’s love的争论，比如女王把手搭在therese的肩上时therese无法掩饰的紧张，再比如妹子读了carol给的分手信自己跑到草丛里吐。不得不说，todd比女人更了解女人，有些小场景一出，少女们纷纷捶胸顿足，恨自己怎么就没有过如此真实而又铭心的恋爱经历。
有一幕给我印象格外深刻，是发生在carol抛下therese消失在旅行途中之后。carol坐在出租车里，正在赶去一个类似于庭外调解的小型会面。路上行人来去匆匆，carol望向窗外，看见了therese，穿着红色的毛衣格子裙，手中拿着黑色的小本子，穿过人群与车辆。与不久前曾经伤害过的恋人偶遇，她看不见你，你久久凝视，凝视着极力克制住的情感，凝视着她也凝视着自己。caol的心理转变发生在一瞬间，真实，克制，不说一句，没有流下一滴眼泪，内心却如同千万波涛汹涌着，冲击过早已瓦解的堡垒。在这里，cate为所有人奉献了教科书般的演技，细微到几乎无法察觉的面部表情变化，眼神里的隐忍，呼吸间的紧张与压抑——没有任何多余的动作，完美到令人发指。这是一场不动声色的崩溃，也是重生，它发生的极为突然，却让你如此深刻的体会到命运的定数和爱情的魔力。有了这一段的铺垫，自然有了后面在调解会议上她的一番话，承认和therese之间发生的事情，不抵赖，不妥协。她克制住自己的情感，最后一次表明了自己的立场，“我不会再妥协了。如果你执意不允许我见女儿，我们可以上法庭。但那样我们会变的ugly,我们都不是ugle的人，不是吗。”说完，carol哭着走出调解室，抛下其实无辜的丈夫，和一段再也没有意义的婚姻。其实这里关于ugly的说法是很有趣的，可能正是由于carol与前夫之间并没有太多单方面的情感，才会以ugly来定义整件事的未来走向，有种旁观者叙述故事时的清白与掌控力，又透露出婚姻生活的种种无奈与无力。也是因为这里，才更能对比出carol和therese情感间的交互，深刻，以及不受控。
或许是看戏的过客过分敏感，太过痴心；或许是妹子超越年龄的演技（感觉凭这一部麻辣可以轻松拿到所有最佳女主，有几幕她比cate演的还要好），让自我代入变得极为容易与自然；又或许是导演的恶趣味，巴不得全世界的女人都因为cate弯成一盘蚊香（恶趣味这件事有证可循，详见nyff采访和cannes记者见面会，对于“中国女生看过预告片都变弯”的反复强调）。总之电影会让人产生一种持续力超强的crush，更致命的是你可能会发现这场crush是个无头案，既不是对therese也不完全是对carol，好像只是迷恋上了一种氛围，在现实中不可见，在电影中又转瞬即逝。但只要抓住了，便是掉入了不复的深渊，久久难以抽离。于是心心念念着再看一遍只看一遍，却可能不自觉又反反复复琢磨了好几十回。而充满胶片感的一帧帧画面，是这场集体暗恋的源头。
不得不说，电影用16mm摄影机拍摄呈现出的明显的粗粝感，在电影院里感受的应该是最为深刻。复古拍摄手法的运用，也让一切感情的流动变的缓慢，宁静，克制。和原著不同，therese的设定从舞台设计师变成了摄影师。基本上胶片机不离手，也有一场在暗室里冲洗照片的独角戏。她把照片纸放进药水里，用夹子再加出来，抖落下水滴，然后久久凝视着照片中的carol。这是一种很奇妙的体验，胶片的质感为观众营造出一种触碰感，而影片里的人，也触碰着用胶片机拍摄出的照片。情欲的流动，不再仅仅局限在电影里。todd通过这个改编，创造出一种看似不可能的纽带，让一些东西从carol的一颦一笑滑落到therese的每一张照片上，再一转，自然的流进每一个电影院里观众的心。你要问我这些究竟是什么，我不太想说。因为这是一种隐秘的恋爱的心情——不可能之可能，每一个电影观众都曾深深幻想过的极为致命的不足为外人道的bad romance。
我不否认有人指出的carol被过誉，因为的确它只是一部完美的水准之作。题材讨巧，演员惊艳，拿捏的恰到好处的复古，这一切让它在起点比其他电影高的同时也丧失了一种生气与惊喜。然而这部电影的精妙之处在于，在克制与爆发间找到了一个完美的平衡点。所有人都凝神屏息的站在这个平衡点上，以小格局来放大人类与人类之间最最普通的情感。同性爱的挣扎与抗争被弱化，最浓烈的笔墨都献给情感的摇摆。这是优点还是缺点，争辩在看完电影后已经毫无意义。因为没有人能抵挡住todd的特写。每一支烟，每一次转身，每一次欲言又止沉默不语，每一次眼神交汇意乱情迷。这是每一根发丝都生机勃勃充满爱意的美，这是寂寞世界上最远离天堂的天堂，这是每一个失魂人拼命寻找的归途与故乡。
就让画面停止在最后的对视。当装饰统统撕去，彼此赤裸相对。好像有什么东西悄悄从你身体里升起，然后又重重落下。你带着它开始奔跑，身处千万个陌生城市，身处千万个房间，身处荒无人烟的小岛，身处地狱，身处天堂。![]()
随手丢一个结合个人经历的观后感链接：http://www.douban.com/note/528243740/
然而故事还是那个俗套的故事，无非是性向摇摆的多金中年白富美与不满恋爱现状的文青小白兔之间的牵绊和拉扯。一见钟情，共进午餐，互生好感，结伴旅行。做陷入爱情的人都会做的事——做爱，亲吻，伤害，挽回。很多侧面或正面的小细节都处理的很好，比如小记者对therese说“你应该多拍拍人”，比如therese和男友之间关于boy’s love的争论，比如女王把手搭在therese的肩上时therese无法掩饰的紧张，再比如妹子读了carol给的分手信自己跑到草丛里吐。不得不说，todd比女人更了解女人，有些小场景一出，少女们纷纷捶胸顿足，恨自己怎么就没有过如此真实而又铭心的恋爱经历。
有一幕给我印象格外深刻，是发生在carol抛下therese消失在旅行途中之后。carol坐在出租车里，正在赶去一个类似于庭外调解的小型会面。路上行人来去匆匆，carol望向窗外，看见了therese，穿着红色的毛衣格子裙，手中拿着黑色的小本子，穿过人群与车辆。与不久前曾经伤害过的恋人偶遇，她看不见你，你久久凝视，凝视着极力克制住的情感，凝视着她也凝视着自己。caol的心理转变发生在一瞬间，真实，克制，不说一句，没有流下一滴眼泪，内心却如同千万波涛汹涌着，冲击过早已瓦解的堡垒。在这里，cate为所有人奉献了教科书般的演技，细微到几乎无法察觉的面部表情变化，眼神里的隐忍，呼吸间的紧张与压抑——没有任何多余的动作，完美到令人发指。这是一场不动声色的崩溃，也是重生，它发生的极为突然，却让你如此深刻的体会到命运的定数和爱情的魔力。有了这一段的铺垫，自然有了后面在调解会议上她的一番话，承认和therese之间发生的事情，不抵赖，不妥协。她克制住自己的情感，最后一次表明了自己的立场，“我不会再妥协了。如果你执意不允许我见女儿，我们可以上法庭。但那样我们会变的ugly,我们都不是ugle的人，不是吗。”说完，carol哭着走出调解室，抛下其实无辜的丈夫，和一段再也没有意义的婚姻。其实这里关于ugly的说法是很有趣的，可能正是由于carol与前夫之间并没有太多单方面的情感，才会以ugly来定义整件事的未来走向，有种旁观者叙述故事时的清白与掌控力，又透露出婚姻生活的种种无奈与无力。也是因为这里，才更能对比出carol和therese情感间的交互，深刻，以及不受控。
或许是看戏的过客过分敏感，太过痴心；或许是妹子超越年龄的演技（感觉凭这一部麻辣可以轻松拿到所有最佳女主，有几幕她比cate演的还要好），让自我代入变得极为容易与自然；又或许是导演的恶趣味，巴不得全世界的女人都因为cate弯成一盘蚊香（恶趣味这件事有证可循，详见nyff采访和cannes记者见面会，对于“中国女生看过预告片都变弯”的反复强调）。总之电影会让人产生一种持续力超强的crush，更致命的是你可能会发现这场crush是个无头案，既不是对therese也不完全是对carol，好像只是迷恋上了一种氛围，在现实中不可见，在电影中又转瞬即逝。但只要抓住了，便是掉入了不复的深渊，久久难以抽离。于是心心念念着再看一遍只看一遍，却可能不自觉又反反复复琢磨了好几十回。而充满胶片感的一帧帧画面，是这场集体暗恋的源头。
不得不说，电影用16mm摄影机拍摄呈现出的明显的粗粝感，在电影院里感受的应该是最为深刻。复古拍摄手法的运用，也让一切感情的流动变的缓慢，宁静，克制。和原著不同，therese的设定从舞台设计师变成了摄影师。基本上胶片机不离手，也有一场在暗室里冲洗照片的独角戏。她把照片纸放进药水里，用夹子再加出来，抖落下水滴，然后久久凝视着照片中的carol。这是一种很奇妙的体验，胶片的质感为观众营造出一种触碰感，而影片里的人，也触碰着用胶片机拍摄出的照片。情欲的流动，不再仅仅局限在电影里。todd通过这个改编，创造出一种看似不可能的纽带，让一些东西从carol的一颦一笑滑落到therese的每一张照片上，再一转，自然的流进每一个电影院里观众的心。你要问我这些究竟是什么，我不太想说。因为这是一种隐秘的恋爱的心情——不可能之可能，每一个电影观众都曾深深幻想过的极为致命的不足为外人道的bad romance。
我不否认有人指出的carol被过誉，因为的确它只是一部完美的水准之作。题材讨巧，演员惊艳，拿捏的恰到好处的复古，这一切让它在起点比其他电影高的同时也丧失了一种生气与惊喜。然而这部电影的精妙之处在于，在克制与爆发间找到了一个完美的平衡点。所有人都凝神屏息的站在这个平衡点上，以小格局来放大人类与人类之间最最普通的情感。同性爱的挣扎与抗争被弱化，最浓烈的笔墨都献给情感的摇摆。这是优点还是缺点，争辩在看完电影后已经毫无意义。因为没有人能抵挡住todd的特写。每一支烟，每一次转身，每一次欲言又止沉默不语，每一次眼神交汇意乱情迷。这是每一根发丝都生机勃勃充满爱意的美，这是寂寞世界上最远离天堂的天堂，这是每一个失魂人拼命寻找的归途与故乡。
就让画面停止在最后的对视。当装饰统统撕去，彼此赤裸相对。好像有什么东西悄悄从你身体里升起，然后又重重落下。你带着它开始奔跑，身处千万个陌生城市，身处千万个房间，身处荒无人烟的小岛，身处地狱，身处天堂。
随手丢一个结合个人经历的观后感链接：http://www.douban.com/note/528243740/
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
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。
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
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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。
比《断背山》差了五个《阿黛尔的生活》，就酱紫
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。
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。
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。
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。
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。
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。
“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
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。
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。★★★★
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。
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。
已经闻到拿奖的气息了