与女人们的对话

-这是一次有预谋的相遇。

他的眼里似乎只有她，追随的目光、小心翼翼地整理自己的领带。参加婚礼，心思却始终游离于婚礼之外。

- He misses her and doesn't want to miss her.

他在等待和她搭话的时机。

自言自语式地和调酒的waiter说：“wish me luck”紧张又期待。

当他把一杯香槟递到她面前的时候，没有任何的寒暄，大概他们都没有意识到自己脱口而出的话竟和多年前一模一样。

尽管分开多年，却还是心照不宣地默契。

那是岁月帮他们记住的爱情，亦是相爱过的证据。

我想，那是一种模糊的、暧昧的、甚至有一点神秘主义的交流。

-那些断崖式的回忆

不谈感情，却不断地回忆。

那些能够想起来的片段其实都是经过回忆的美化、细节的加工之后存续的，真假掺半，却又足够美好。

他们谈论初次见面的场景，对话或许可以被隐去，连场景都开始模糊，但那荡气回肠的悸动却被记得清清楚楚。

-小心试探、暗自喜欢

他以为对方会像自己一样留恋过去，却不得不承认大家都已经学会向前看了。

以为她单身，却看到了她脱下手套后的婚戒。

-Afraid you know,afraid you don’t know.

一旦太认真，就该结束了。 当她问出对女朋友是否是认真时。

他几乎下意识地否认，好像做好了下一秒抛弃女朋友与她私奔的准备。

-一支忘记时间的舞蹈

婚礼的宾客都走光了，他们却浑然未知。

当你的眼里只有对方的时候，时间会开始变得很快很快，甚至会害怕去感知时间。

如果婚礼不结束，他们就能够一直跳下去，不需要考虑明天，不需要考虑分别。

- He just wanted to let her know that he loved her.

偷听她老公发来的留言，偷看她皮夹里的照片。 在听到有人喊她妈咪的时候，错愕、震惊、五味杂陈。

他总觉得，她应该得到最好的，她值得最好的爱。

她在浴室，他在外面说着一些不知所云的话，有些语无伦次，却好像想通过这些话来留住她。

但她还是没有听见那句“I love you”

大概正因如此，才更能够潇洒地走掉。

-微妙的临界点

爱情在很多时候，只是一瞬间的事。可是选择爱情，又必须做好面对下一次破灭的准备。好像差一点他们就能走完一生，却还是没有迈出那一步。 那就像是一个很微妙的临界点。

就像曹保平说的：“临界点的那一刻，真是太微妙太牛逼的东西了。我们生活中又很多时候就是‘一念之差’，这个词多伟大，一念之间就有可能是天和地、黑和白。会颠覆和改变一个人甚至很多人的命运，可能是空中的一丝气息，可能是没往前再挪动一下。可能稍微迟疑了几秒，可能大脑空白了一下，这事就过去了。在那么微妙的一瞬间，没有事情发生，但有可能跨入这微妙的一瞬间，就会变成另外一个世界。

-一样的手机

有时候我们不得不承认，那些该死的默契不会因为时间的流逝而被冲刷。 突兀的电话响起的时候，她接起来，却是莎拉的声音，才反应过来拿错了手机。 他还是接过电话心虚地解释了起来，并不洒脱。 那一刻他们被拉回了现实。 她有家庭，他有女朋友。 她要搭早上六点飞往伦敦的飞机，而他要去和莎拉共进早餐。

-离开

他站在出租车门边询问她为什么来参加婚礼。

但答案在那一刻已经不重要了，他们一定对彼此的答案有了默契，并不是说那个答案是好的，而是无论两个人做了怎样的选择，都接受了这个结果，这是感情的默契。

真正的离别在到来的时候反而能说的只有寥寥数语，但大多数人都是后知后觉地才把更加真切、更加美好的话想起来。

他关上车门，手里还握着她让他丢掉的烟，没有说再见，却花了很大的力气挤出一个看起来没有那么苦涩的微笑。

- But happiness is fucking hard.

那是岁月帮他们留住的爱情。 而那份缺憾，却是他们留给彼此最后的浪漫。

Maybe they'll never stop loving each other, though it doesn't make any sense anymore.

Woman: The illusion of effortlessness requires a great effort indeed.

Man: Time really can move in two directions. It doesn't matter to the universe anyway.

Man: It's good to be happy. But it's so fucking hard, you know.

Woman: Tell me, how old is umm... Sarah the Dancer.

Man: Oh, she's a... she's a college graduate.

Woman: Her age?

Man: She's a recent college graduate.

Woman: Yeah, like 21.

Man: 22.

[Woman walks away. Man follows]

Man: But she's 23 on August the 12th!

Woman: 23 on August the 12th... Well, that's a beautiful age.

Man: Why would you wanna know?

Woman: You know why I wanted to know.

Man: Maybe I do. Say it anyway.

Woman: I wanted to know because I wanted to know. I wanted know if you were flirting with me.

Man: What does Sarah's age have to do with it?

Woman: I am the same age as you, I think, and a man, my age, who prefers 23 on August the 12th might not flirt with someone who is... lets just say 15 years past 23 on August the 12th.

Man: You're 38 and you look it.

Woman: Fuck you.

Man: Right. And next year you're 39, and then 40. And after 40 you may as well die.

Woman: Thanks.

Man: If the cardiologist is, decides that you are too old and decrepit and ugly to be at all lovable, I am available to tolerate you in your golden years.

Woman: Thank you.

Woman: There are no happy endings in our future.

Man: Why did you come, really?

Woman: Do you want me to say I was hoping I'd see you?

Man: Yes - and I want you to mean it.

Woman: You're so romantic...

Man: By romantic, you mean old fashioned?

Woman: No, by romantic, I mean romantic.

Man: [in bed, before they are about to have sex] What are you thinking?

Woman: That it's probably a mistake.

Man: You don't have to do this.

Woman: As if the act in itself mattered.

[... ]

Woman: It's technicality. Don't you know what we're already done?

Man: What's it like being a doctor's wife?

Woman: A bit better than being a lawyer's wife. My first husband was a lawyer, so you see I have experienced both.

Man: And what's the difference?

Woman: The lawyer wore nicer suits.

Woman: You're just a dirty old pervert.

Man: Yes, I am. But I'm your dirty old pervert.

Man: If I told you I still loved you, that I always loved you, that I loved you to distraction, would you leave him?

Woman: No.

Man: What was your ex-husband like?

Woman: You know perfectly well what he was like.

Man: Mmhmm, refresh my memory.

Woman: No.

Man: Honestly I can't remember - the memory starts to go around forty, you know.

Woman: [sigh] He was red. He was kind of yellow - and black, and pink, and orange, and blue.

Man: What the fuck does that...

Woman: Magenta, purple, maybe a bit of maroon...

Man: Hey! What does that mean?

Woman: I don't know! It's what I see when I close my eyes.

Man: I thought married women aren't supposed to be Bridesmaids.

Woman: Who says?

Man: Bridesmaids are brides in training, they're like matrimonial interns.

Woman: Ah, it's just a small custom.

Man: Bridesmaids are supposed to be virgins.

Woman: Well, I don't see any virgins out there, did you?

Man: I didn't check.

Woman: I'm sorry. Come here. It was just something... it was just different. I didn't expect it. You used to be so thin. I mean you were insubstantial, really.

Man: God, the complements keep coming.

Woman: Yeah, but now... Now, you know what? Look at it this way. There's a grandness to you.Like, you know, the rings in a tree trunk asserting the passage of the time: Like "I have earned the right to fill up more space in the one universe."

Man: That's bullshit.

Woman: I tried.

[first lines]

Man: Wish me luck.

Man: [on relationships] In my opinion, when it gets too serious, it's over.

Woman: [Man takes off his t-shirt] Oh my god, you're fat.

[Man puts his t-shirt back on]

Man: I am not.

Woman: Yea, you are. You're far fatter than you're used to be.

Man: And you're far crueler than you used to be.

Woman: But sometimes, people who really love each other, well, they have an uncanny knack for making each other miserable.

[Last lines]

Man: It's good to be happy. But it's so fucking hard, you know.

Woman: Don't worry about him, he's just trying to get laid.

Woman: A woman never has a man's intense focus as much as she does before sex.

Woman: [on phone] I'm having, um, you know french fries, french onion soup and um, french toast I think and a pickle. Hm? Yeah, it's all very french except for the pickle.

有点像爱在三部曲系列，纯靠两人对话撑起整部影片。

这段感情中看起来像是男人处于劣势，小心翼翼地接近、试探，甚至不惜放弃一切想要破镜重圆。而女人一直冷静理智，除了极少数几个场景，始终不肯完全敞开心扉。

然而谁又知道，女人是不是十年前被伤得太深，才会毅然决然远走他乡，才会至今仍不想卸下防卫呢？

女人说，两个太过相爱的人，才有本事让对方过得痛苦不堪。

虽然知道如果是俩人破镜重圆的结局，这部电影就废了，但看到俩人一脸疲惫地各自坐着计程车渐行渐远，还是止不住地难过啊。

有一段时间完全没法想象分手这件事情，一想到便止不住地难过。并不是因为舍不得某个特定的人，只是单纯觉得分手这件事情让人难过。两个人从陌生到熟悉，再从熟悉到陌路。貌似一切回到了原点，然而一切都不一样了。

最后吐槽一句，爱奇艺看的这部电影，字幕做得太差了，好多漏翻错翻，大大影响了观影感受。一个大大的差评。

布吕尼的吉他哼唱结束了《Conversations with Other Women》（《与女人们的对话》），已是凌晨两点多，感性占绝对支配地位的脆弱时刻。 电影最后一幕的落寞挥之不去：把离婚九年后重逢的激情留在属于午夜的酒店，出门已是清晨，天色灰白，街灯未灭，路人稀少，怨偶坐上往不同方向的的士，面无表情，奔赴各自未完的却无对方的生活。他有8月12号即23岁的女友，坐在窗边等他到天亮；她则与心脏病医生组成了新家庭，还有前妻留下的三个小孩。 《Conversations with Other Women》类似于《Before Sunset》，都是分别九年的男女间对话，结尾处一方要赶一班带回正常生活轨道的飞机，纵有情深说话未曾讲，徒留唏嘘。如果没有航班，如理智设定的该死的闹钟存在的话，他们是否就能牵手到年华老去？ ——你38岁了，看起来也是。 ——去死吧！ ——然后39，接着就40。过了40，和死了也差不多了。 ——谢谢。 ——如果那个心脏病医生觉得你又老又衰，而且很丑，一点都不可爱了，我愿意陪你走完最后的人生。我会陪你散步、喝水、吃东西。当我们很老的时候，我们会一起死去。我们会像罗密欧和朱丽叶那样服下毒药。然后手牵手，两颗心都停止跳动。 ——不过我喝的毒药，就像朱丽叶的那样，骗人的，那是假的毒药。你以为我已经死了，其实我没死。 恋人总是温柔地许诺，憧憬慢慢变老，一起幸福地死去。谁都渴望在耋耄之年与一生挚爱共同迎接死神的召唤，以为爱情到此境界才是圆满无憾。现在回过头想想才发现不过是个诡计：因为恋人们心虚，根本无力保证将来。于是忽略了可能充满争吵、背叛、挫折和伤心、痛苦的过程，直接跳到happy ending。而事实上，“相爱的人却很擅长让彼此痛苦”。张小娴说，爱情是有quota的。当quota用尽，佳偶变怨偶，分道扬镳。他们又有了新的恋人，有了新的恋人身上独有的气息，他们会幸福。“但是有时还是渴望来点悲伤，这样显得浪漫。”如片中海琳娜所说。女人从伦敦来到纽约，为了见前夫一面才当他妹妹的伴娘。之后和假装陌生人的前夫调情，交谈，回忆他们彼时邂逅的纯真年代，直到他们激情过后才絮絮叨叨地续说年轻恋人“从此过上幸福的生活”之后的故事。而现在，男人长胖，女人皮肤变薄。重逢的他们，看到时间从彼此身上流逝的痕迹。 男人喃喃：能见到你真高兴，不过我比以前更孤独了。以前可以给你打电话，一起吃饭，结婚。这念头真傻，就像高中物理课的录像带那样，泼出了的牛奶可以回到罐子里，破碎的茶杯能神奇复原，时间真的能够前进和倒退，但世界不会因此而改变。 如该片画面一直采用双镜头，男人和女人各占一边，只有拥抱、做爱的时候他们才能抵达和容身于统一镜头。形式上暗喻着男女，尤其是分手后的男女之间的关系，即使存在相同时空，之间却有无法消除的缝。哪怕最后，男女分坐在的士上的镜头拼接得再完美，他们还是无可分享共同的人生。 清晨，一直觉得是最暧昧的时分。理智尚未苏醒，任凭通宵未眠而生的冲动、激情、幻想宣泄，肆无忌惮。扑面而来的无人气息刺鼻、刺眼，呼啸的车声绝尘而去，留下空旷的回响。就想这样独自走下去，有点自虐式的流浪和挣脱，与理想私奔。