Transposing Peter Shaffer’s influential psychosexual play onto the celluloid, Sidney Lumet’s EQUUS notches up Richard Burton’s seventh and final Oscar nomination and puts a young Peter Firth on the map, who has been acted in the role in over one thousand times from Laurence Olivier's National Theatre to Broadway.
Burton plays married psychiatrist Martin Dysart, who works in a hospital for disturbed teenagers, his latest analysand is a 17-year-old Alan Strang (Firth), who, one night, blinds 6 horses in the stable where he moonlights during the weekends on the spur of the moment, and Martin takes it on himself to get the bottom of this misdeed.
It takes some time for a jingle-chanting Alan to open up to him, so Martin visits Alan’s parents Frank and Dora Strang (Blakely and Plowright) instead, to get a rough idea of what is wrong with their child, and one can always probe into a parent’s deportment to trace their influence on their impressible offspring, while Frank is a non-religious nonentity, Dora, the hand that rocks the cradle, has been persistently feeding Alan her Christian fundamentalist belief.
Since his first contact with a horse at the age of 6, Alan believes there is a deity “Equus” (latin for “horse”) inhabiting all the horses, and a fascination eventually morphs into erotic yearning in his adolescence. Although amatory feelings for a horse is too outré a proclivity to elicit empathy from audience, if one can apply Alan’s condition to nativistic homosexuality, surely we can find more common ground in our understanding, and become more appreciative of Martin’s ultimate lamenting of “taking away Allan’s pain and returning him to normalcy by neutering his ‘passion’ which he overtly envies”.
Proffered with profuse monologue to deliver, a slightly haggard Richard Burton revels in his last hurrah with pluperfect elocution and genuine sympathy, fenced within a dead-end marriage and deviled by his Hellenic nightmares, Martin’s professional facade starts to totter when he becomes increasingly bewitched by Alan’s perfervid devotion to his fantastic construct about horses, Burton is rarely that good. But in the event, it is Peter Firth who gives his much venerated co-star a run for his money, not least for his intrepidity to bare it all (both physically and emotionally) in honing up Alan’s stunted development: dazed perplex, infantile petulance, disquieted mindset and unbridled elation, during their respective stages in the whole package of a soul-shattering leading performance (yes, he is Oscar-nominated for the supporting category, a shaft is also given to Burton for his breakthrough role in Henry Koster’s MY COUSIN RACHLE, quarter of a century ago).
Secondary players are also indomitably excellent, Colin Blakely emits arguably the most tormented gaze ever when his Frank inadvertently witnesses his son’s deviation; Joan Ploweright heartrendingly holds court as a mother who cites demonology in her utter despair; Jenny Agutter won a BAFTA more for her moxie of undressing than her underdeveloped character Jill Mason, who has the guts to invite a boy to watch a Swedish skin flick, but cannot sense that he might not be entirely compos mentis; and finally, Eileen Atkins in her very early movie role, as the magistrate who introduces Alan to Martin and has a platonic friendship with the latter, although mostly appears to repeatedly make Martin feel good about himself, her fierce glare and undivided compassion subtly suggests that she is one of his betters.
Alternating between Martin and Alan’s quotidian sessions which often lead to the latter’ss own flashback and Martin’s own quest for truth outside the hospital, Lumet marshals a compulsive treatise not merely about a young man’s suppressed sexuality and profound humiliation of erectile dysfunction, but also mirrors an elder man’s deep-seated trepidation of his diminishing potency, with an audacity rarely seen on the USA screen, for instance, the money shot where Alan performs his ritual in the raw with a horse during the wee hours on a field, is uncannily numinous and perversely beauteous, then there are those in-your-face, fast-edited montage of blinding a horse with a sickle and its bloody coda, never a psychodrama dares to go rapier-like in both its subject and vision, manna from heaven, that is what Sidney Lumet’s EQUUS is.
referential entries: Lumet’s THE VERDICT (1982, 7.7/10), 12 ANGRY MEN (1957, 9.0/10); Brian De Palma’s CARRIE (1976, 8.1/10).
从这组照片看伯顿的演技,伯顿的演技不需要靠视频靠动图才能展现,就和伯顿表达痛苦悲伤从不需要眼泪一样,他拒绝演流泪戏,因为他不需要像其他演员那样依赖泪水,他用表情眼神就能实现比泪水更大的效果。
一个好演员的演技真的能从照片就深刻感受到,即使你不懂表演,但你很难不被这组照片里伯顿的脸部所表达出来的情绪感染。
伯顿是一位表情运用的大师,能够从舞台演员转型为同样优秀的电影演员是非常不易的,能够把舞台上通过声音和肢体传达的戏剧张力转化为电影镜头前用表情和眼睛传达的戏剧张力。
这需要很好的头脑悟性和背地里你所看不到的努力,伯顿说,“我所说的终极目标,是以最小的可见努力获得最大的效果,努力是巨大的,是的,但它是隐藏的。”努力到让观众看不出他正在努力。
这组照片是很好的说明,你完全不会感觉他在表演,而是完全的真实,他正饱受精神世界的折磨与摧残,他正在真实地悲伤、痛苦、困惑、恐惧、滋自我怀疑,自我审问。看完之后我忍不住担心,他会不会因为浸入太深而伤害自己的精神。
伯顿作为一位伟大的演员最直观的体现,就是他所传达的情绪和情感有着自然而然也不可置疑的说服力。巨大的天赋、丰沛的爱、多变的情绪、极度的敏感和共情能力、察言观色和深谙人性、聪明的头脑与你看不到的努力,综合在一起,他把表演变成了一门真正的高深艺术,没有人可以复制理查德伯顿。
“你可以模仿亨弗莱鲍嘉或加里库珀或马龙白兰度或劳伦斯奥利弗或约翰吉尔古德等人,因为他们容易复制,你知道他们说话的方式,他们走路的方式,他们有那样的穿着方式。他们对于社会与时尚有深远的影响,但只对那些简单的头脑有用,不是对合适的人有用。
我不认为你可以复制我,因为我一直都不同。你可以复制马龙白兰度,因为他总是一样的,可以复制保罗斯科菲尔德,他也总是一样的。但我一直在改变。” 放大这些照片看伯顿的绿眼睛,真是奇妙的颜色,有时候是纯绿,有时候是祖母绿,而且还有宝石的剔透与光芒。
有点难懂的片子。
少年逃离了父母虚伪僵硬的教条找到了马,但发现自己不够“纯粹”后只能弑神/马,陷入混乱以求逃避无出路。医生以救孩子为天职己任,但发现自己并不如此纯粹私心己欲与日俱增,彷佛进入受难成魔的异教癫狂深渊……
只能说痛苦的折磨,对绝大多数人来说不是磨砺救赎之路,而更容易引向极端化的、愤世嫉俗的仇恨深渊。
不要崇拜苦难教育,不要对自己及对他人施加过高的标准和要求。
我们只是人而不该奢望当神,求神之路可能导向的是蛇巢。(或许天堂和地狱是同个地方,但大多数到达时受己身所限,看到的多是地狱之境。不是换个角度改变思维就能解决的问题。差异根植于个人本身,由灵肉整体决定)
是否是因为异化的神反而是种囚笼?当你追求一个特定的标准/神时,恰恰是被“神”抛弃的时候,因为你否定了自我,不再能对原本的自己满意,从此走上理想中我和实际的我两者纠结对抗的不归路,越来越痛苦。标准/神离本我越远,离业火地狱则越近。(但反面,如果一个什么情况下都对自己满意就好了就接近神了?比如快乐的杀人狂?撒旦?这种原始命题的探讨真怎么说都有理也没理…)
(越来越感觉,有时文化提升后人越来越敏感脆弱,对自己提越来越高的期望,同时对身边人——父母、老师、医生、孩子、伴侣……也要求越来越高,互相抬到了近乎神圣的标准。但事实真相是99.99的人从生理心理的初始基础上就注定达不到那么多要求,容易生病、容易脆弱崩溃、容易暴躁泄愤……我们是该期盼重新回到伊甸园吗?还是应该脚踏实地,同时无可奈何地正视此世只能是凡俗肉胎的人,当好一个人,当好自己就好。放过自己也放过他人,世界不会更好也很难更糟。)(可这样真的就好了吗?人类毕竟是种“必须做点什么力求改变的物种”,潜意识里根深蒂固有种逆水行舟的危机感。不可能,我们背负着或许叫做原罪的东西,注定没有长久的安宁,在世一生就得不停摇摆在欲求和探索中,像个不倒翁。停不下来才是真相……)
反宗教狂热和崇拜。马之于男孩是原生家庭禁锢青春期性冲动的枷锁;恐怖的希腊神话之于医生是苍白婚姻下中年危机的隐隐梦魇。两者都遭受生活无意的精神压迫,双方彼此治疗、互相治愈。艺术价值更多展现于汹涌澎湃的戏剧文本给心灵带来的冲击。
文本非常厚实的一出心理戏剧,将宗教束缚下的性压抑体现得淋漓尽致,耶稣这里与马的形象重叠,男主的恋马意即狂热的宗教崇拜,而刺瞎马的眼睛是性萌动后的羞愧,除了男主这part隐喻非常精彩外,医生与男主的互动戏也张力十足,像是理查德·伯顿的台词爆发气场太强。
妥妥的一部心理片神作,已经把男权社会下青春期性压抑原始冲动来自宗教狂热的影响乃至受虐心理和来自外界的打压隔绝之间的较量用一场迷恋马的故事绝妙地呈现,两位主演演技炸裂
太濃的宗教意味,加上心理醫生、少年罪犯,很容易令人聯想到“Like Minds”。不同於基於聖戰的Like Minds,Equus有很多臺詞基於《舊約》,更難理解,我看得迷迷糊糊的。字幕將“約伯記(the Book of Job)"翻譯成了“作業本”……以及其它各種不好笑的翻譯錯。
4.5;剧本和台词功力惊人,大段疾风骤雨般的质疑与宣泄中,情感的力度始终是饱满的;主观镜头中的自由驰骋是少年与「神」合体的高光时刻,点燃了虚伪说教的窒息生活,摆脱家庭阴影成长为独立个体,渴求性灵解放的焦灼,体悟到悲悯的情怀,这些需要善感的心灵和眼睛共享;医生的心魔未解,开场长镜棒。
男孩对马异乎寻常的崇拜和迷恋惊世骇俗,但这到底是不是精神病呢?对力与美的崇拜,对自由的向往,对上帝的寄托以及对父权的反抗,拆开来看,其实这些都很正常。
剧本brilliant,表演已经很舞台剧化了。作为没有信仰的观者对于这种信仰产生的罪恶的理解总是隔着层朦胧的纱帐。
马只是一个符号
彼得谢弗的本子太强悍了,卢曼特是完全还原了剧本。{伊库斯}戏剧剧本和{魔女嘉丽}小说先后诞生于73/74年,架构上很像,都有一个宗教狂母亲,内向的孩子最后爆发,结局出现血。电影版彼得费斯的表演还是趋向于舞台剧的表演,理查德伯顿的角色虽没有太大发挥空间,但是旁白段落他的表现很具张力
本片改编自同名经典舞台剧,获1978年金球奖最佳男主演,最佳男配角二项大奖及奥斯卡最佳男主演,最佳男配角,最佳改变剧本三项提名。理查德·伯顿主演,影片带有很浓厚的宗教味,伯顿有很多大段大段的独白,只看英文字幕感觉有点理解无力。希望有字幕组能够做下这个片子的字幕。
Did you know that when the Christian Cavalry first appeared in the New World, the pagans thought that horse and rider was one person? Actually, they thought it must be a god.
强大的剧本,上了一门心理分析课。有的人的癫狂会让旁观者以为自己处于癫狂而对方无限清醒。
这片子拍得好有力量,情绪饱满。而且借助悬念揭露真相让故事更具吸引力。上帝与马,真强
没人再翻拍因为这片已经完美。Peter Firth的艾恩绝对是我看过最好的表演之一 ,值得我废寝忘食地做了中文字幕
与其说是恋马狂,不如说他想成为一匹马,像信徒想成为耶稣一般,使自己处于受难位置,并执信凭痛苦能鞭挞出绝对的理性和美。这绝对是西德尼·吕美特作品里被低估的一部,他近乎执拗地把狂热崇拜推回孱弱生理上,让负罪者败退,又为审慎者申辩,高低落差间,马的眼球就此悬在半空,成为见证苦难的真相。
宗教崇拜,压抑,狂热,性。而从医生的角度来说,则是对社会认同的厌弃,中年危机,同样的情感与职业的双重压抑,乃至于对生活意义的怀疑。最终是以对社会的妥协告终,被压抑,但无法得出答案。
戏剧再度被失败地改编成了电影。闪回让那些所谓的“心理阴影”展现得太直接,含有隐喻的台词一下子就失去了深意,如同吃别人嚼过的食物一般。伯顿和弗斯演得挺不错,不过这套东西还是更适合舞台剧。另外,结尾的某些镜头实在令我难以直视,尽管你剪得那么快,可怜的马儿。
看起来跟《莫扎特》不同但是其实不愧彼得·谢弗宗教三部曲,内核还是挺相似的。从导演到表演都挑不出太大问题,但惟其如此觉得有点遗憾,借助电影视听(比如表现主义或者超现实主义的一些手法)完全可以把它推向更尖锐的呈现
电影本身是不错的,但是如果在戏剧的角度来看,就是一部比较平庸的电影。马等形象太过具化了,本身是一部心理电影,不妨用电影语言把戏剧无法呈现的心理状态等用比较抽象的方式表现,结果现在成了单纯的叙事,缺少了探索的奥妙。心理医生是亮点,但缺乏本身的心理跨度,他间离出来作为第三人独白很有趣
少年的病态还是来源于父母,母亲的宗教狂热,父亲的无情打压,在解析少年心理的背后,医生自己也在逐渐展现自身的问题。相比Lumet其他电影,这部看起来比较煎熬……