屋顶上的猫

一、艺术性

1、坚持：次子坚持逃避，次子妻子坚持挽回，父亲坚持了解次子，母亲坚持爱父亲，长子坚持做乖宝宝要遗产，长子妻子坚持生小孩以赢得父亲喜爱

2、丰富

1）次子逃避、怀疑误会妻子

2）妻子挽回和解释，一直失败。妻子和长子的财产争夺

3）父亲想了解次子，次子一直逃避，多次攻防，才打破逃避的外壳，说出真相

4）父亲的死亡倒计时的真相隐瞒，父亲大病后人生态度的转变，揭露后父亲人生态度的再次转变。

5）爷爷的穷和爱，父亲的钱和缺爱，次子的不要钱要爱

6）母亲的忍受

7）长子的尽力、听话、和不被喜欢

8）长子妻子的尽力和不被喜欢

3、演技和美貌

父亲、次子、次子妻子把爱、脆弱、坚持、绝望，都演绎很好。

二、内核

1、人生意义：父亲努力工作到65岁，以为自己大病可能死后，不再沉迷工作。要快乐、享受。平衡点更好。巴菲特说的的很好，人生不是一直工作，把所有的sex留到60岁再做最幸福。父亲忍受母亲，想清楚人生意义后，不爽可以离婚的。母亲忍受父亲，如果这是她愿意的，没什么可抱怨的。

2、逃避：次子和男性朋友史吉普同性恋，史吉普一次比赛大败。史吉普和次子电话，很害怕，需要次子帮助和安慰。次子心情不好，无力帮他。史吉普自杀，次子为他的死自责。

3、面对：父亲说的很对，史吉普的死是他自己的责任，次子自怨自艾并没有帮到史吉普，也没有帮到自己。人生很残酷，但仍要面对，逃避只会让事情更糟，一直喝酒也不解决问题。最后父亲疼痛来了，还坚持不打药，宁愿要同时拥有痛苦和敏锐的感知，而不是麻木。每个人尺度不同

爱和钱：次子缺爱，认为父亲的钱给不了次子幸福。虽然爷爷很穷，但给了父亲爱。平衡点更好，钱和时间。

沟通：次子妻子开头试图通过各种方式来沟通，都失败。最后还是父亲一次次强逼次子开启对话，了解酗酒原因，才能解决问题。

这个剧已经是第二次看了，第一次看的时候直接没看懂，也没看进去，就睡着了。

这次看，惊讶于剧的气质，它很慢很稳，人物关系完全靠对话展开，基本上都在室内的场景，大量的近景特写，为数不多的远景也就是在雨中的父子冲突。这是这部剧的特点，也它迷人的地方。

看这部剧让我想到了语言的另一门艺术，相声。探讨的主体是老的，用的手法也是老的，甚至连说教也是老的，但还是自有它的魅力。它的魅力正在于，将一切完美地呈现出来，工整而自然，让人感觉既流畅又延绵，一气呵成，似水如华。

剧中的道理和矛盾线我就不提了，家庭生活剧嘛，各自还是需要自己的体悟的，说出来就是说教，就没有意义了。

最大的观影体验收获也正是，这种流动让人形象地想到了生活本身，而且是个值得“热”爱的。

《朱门巧妇》剧照

伊丽莎白泰勒真的很美啊 盈盈一握若无骨风吹袂裙戏蝶舞

农场主老爸有两个儿子 大儿子活在老爸的期待下 小儿子活在自己的世界中 两个儿媳妇 一个美丽大方 恳求爱情 一个爱老公爱儿女 谋求自己想要的家产 老妈唠叨个不停 这样的一家人在一起注定吵闹

老爸没病医生撒谎了 老爸爱老妈老爸撒谎了 大儿子为家产撒谎了 小儿子取向撒谎了二儿媳妇怀孕了撒谎了 一家子表面热热闹闹实际都是谎言 虚伪

老爸爱小儿子是真的 小儿子酗酒 老爸步步紧逼逼出了儿子的真心话 剧中很多老爸的台词都很经典 你的一天是24小时不是场上的两小时 要面对生活即使是谎言 逃跑没用老爸是商人 商人重利 而儿子是活在自己世界的 注重的是情怀 最后虽然都消除了彼此的心结 但是代价也是看清了每个人的真面目

热铁皮屋顶上的猫开始是自己垫着脚在求救 好在结局是被主人抱在了怀中

Damn the Hays Code, Tennessee Williams’ Pulitzer-winning play is bowdlerized on its way from Broadway to the silver screen, where all its homosexual reference is tactlessly papered over. That said, riding on the strength of its top-line ensemble cast, Richard Brook’s exquisite film adaptation still dazzles and hurtles upon a Southern family’s trouble waters.

The crises of the Pollitt family, an affluent rags-to-riches Mississippi empire of cotton plantation built by the patriarch Harvey aka. Big Daddy (Ives, reprises his role from the stage), are multifarious: his youngest son Brick (Newman), a former athlete who abuses himself with alcohol and despondency in the wake of the suicide of his best friend Skipper, and doesn’t want to have any physical intimacy with his sultry wife Maggie (Taylor); then their is the ominous dread of Big Daddy’s doom, who is diagnosed with terminal cancer and has less than one year to live, but Dr. Baugh (Gates) fabricates a lie to appease him and his wife Ida aka. Big Mamma (Anderson), only the cat will finally get out of the bag, and its theme of dual courage (for Brick to face life and for Big Daddy, death) plays out with elemental emotional upheaval on the eve of Big Daddy’s 65-year-old birthday, which occupies 99% of the time-frame and takes place entirely in their sumptuous family manor.

The nexus here is the raison d’être behind Brick’s indifferent attitude and self-abandoning intemperance that puts himself against everyone else, since homosexuality is off the table, Brooks and James Poe’s script has to scrape the bottom of the barrel and leaves it mostly to the rage of being (presumably) two-timed, when that proves to be not the case, the barrier causes Brick’s connubial inaction naturally vanishes, ergo, that inconsolable guilt and grieve derived from losing a loved one in Williams’ original play is pitifully deadened to conceive a perfectly heteronormative ending, with a dated, self-congratulatory whiff of natalism (especially grating after hammering home what kerfuffle a band of bratty, insolent kids can engender).

Doused in booze and whose mobility is impeded by a crutch, Newman is magnificent and passionately engaged from A to Z and rightfully receives his first Oscar nomination for a very difficult and complex role. Underneath his Adonis appearance, Newman unleashes Brick’s harrowing obduracy to the hilt, he is self-centered enough to submerge himself entirely in his existential cynicism and doesn’t give a damn about the whole world after what he suffers, not even his father’s death knell, but deep down, he is merely a love-wanting child borne out of a poor rich boy’s misery and destructively waging war on the mendacity of the world, a tour de force loaded with fiery explosion.

An Oscar-nominated Taylor, adorned only by two pieces of finery and a pearl choker, also utterly takes our breath away with her ineffable beauty, a refined southern belle locution and superbly lived-in performance, whenever she and Newman are on screen together, they are the perfect specimen of what divine human gorgeousness looks like, for that reason alone, the film should be included in any film buff’s must-see list. Her Maggie is a valiant fighter, a can-doer, a go-getter, and her heart-stopping allure is fiendishly counterpoised by her super-fertile sister-in-law Mae (a plain-looking Sherwood), the wife of Brick’s elder brother Cooper (Carson, walking a fine line between grasping and subservient), fanatically battling a losing game to earn affection from Big Daddy with all her pesky tailed assets, Williams’ misogynistic partiality is quite revealing.

Performance extraordinaire suffuses the rest of the ensemble, in the co-leading role, Burl Ives’ larger-than-life bravura as Big Daddy is equally impressive, delivering Williams’ florid texts with resounding decibel, and brings about incredible gravitas and compassion in the third act when reconciliation shapes up during a barnstorming tête-à-tête between a befogging father and his prodigal son. Then there is the ever-forbidding Anderson, refuses to give Big Mamma a simple caricatural veneer, and finds her disparaged yet supportive wife a strong purchase in the catharsis-inducing chamber drama that is worthy of Williams’ name, regardless of the compromises inflicted by an odious force majeure.

referential entries: Mike Nichols’ WHO’S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF? (1966, 8.2/10); Martin Ritt’s THE LONG, HOT SUMMER (1958, 6.3/10); Joseph L. Mankiewicz’s SUDDENLY, LAST SUMMER (1959, 7.4/10).