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来源：https://subslikescript.com/movie/The_World_to_Come-9738716 Tuesday,January 1st, 1856.Fair and very cold.This morning,ice in our bedroomfor the first time all winter.The water frozeon the potatoesas soon as they were washed.With little pride,and less hope,we begin the new year.On the porchafter sunup,I could hear the low chirpingof sparrowsin the hedgerows that arenow buried in the snow.Dyer has maintainedthat with good health,and a level head,there is alwaysan excellent chancefor a farmer willing to work.He feels he can never fullyrid himself of his burdens.And I'm certain that becausehis mind is in such a bad state,it affects his whole system.He told methis morningthat contentment was likea friend he never gets to see.You're late with the milking.She wasn't suffering.And you?Since our acquisitionof this farm,my husband had kept a ledgerto help him see the year whole.This way he knows what each cropand field paysfrom year to year.And Dyer has asked meto keep a diary of mattersthat might otherwisego overlooked...From tools lent outto bills outstanding.That I have done.But there would be no recordin these dull and simple pagesof the most passionatecircumstancesof our seasons past.No record of our emotionsor fears.Our greatest joys.Our most piercing sorrows.With our child,it was as if I'd foundmy bearings.But I too rarely told herthat she was our treasure.Would you like to try?Like this, papa?That's it.She often seemedseparate from us,as if she was working atjust fitting in where she could.They saw his brothersand sistersand they werethe mouse's family...There is somethingso affectingabout mute and motionless griefand illnessin a child so young.She put her arms around meand said nothing else.But it felt likewe were speaking.I have becomemy grief.I have become my grief."Welcome sweetday of rest",says the hymn.And Sunday is most welcomefor its few hours of quiet ease.As for me.I no longer attend.After the calamityof Nellie's loss,what calm I enjoydoes not derive from the notionof a better world to come.I want to purchase an atlas.- It could be a bother.- No, no. No bother.Who is that?His name is Finney.- His wife Tallie.- Hyah!I met themat the feed store.They seem to keep to themselves.They're renting the Zebrun farm.Monday, February 4th.Why is ink like fire?Because it is a good servant,and a hard master.Did you say something?I want to purchase an atlas.I suppose there are morefrivolous purchasesone could make.I've saved 90 cents of my own.I can't imagine a better wayto spend it.Could buy your husband a gift.What better giftcould I give himthan a wifewho is no longer a dullard?My self-educationseems the only wayto keep my unhappinessfrom overwhelming me.Good afternoon.I've been using a broomon my porch.The snow is so dry.I'm Tallie.Abigail.I hope I'm not intruding.No.I just, I needed to get awayfor the day.The farm is a slaughterhouseright now.My husband is killing his hogs.Would you like to come in?Yes, I'd love that.Or we could just stayout on the porch, shivering.I know it's the dullestof all thingsto have an ignorant neighborcome byand spoil a Sunday afternoon.Oh, no,you're the most welcome here.But I know the feeling.Sometimes, I imagine duringthe Widow Weldon's visitsthat I've been plunged up tomy eyes in a vat of the prosaic.Oh, Widow Weldon!She got going on the countylevy once...She sawI had noticed her hair,and admitted she had been vainabout it as a girl.She said that back then,she'd worn it longerand plaited in a bunat the back of her head.In the winter sunthrough the window,her skin had an underflushof rose and violetwhich so disconcerted methat I had to look away.As always,when it came to speakingand attempting to engageanother's affections,circumstances doomed meto striving and anxiety.From my earliest youth,I was like a pot-bound root,all curled in upon itself.I hope I'm not keeping youfrom something.No.I'm glad you've come.Finney saw your husbandat the cooperage.He mentioned his new methodfor farrowing his piglets.With some asperity?My husband mentions everythingwith some asperity.I told him that once,and...he observed in response thatit seemed to be quite a favorto get a kind word from me.And I told him that if hewas married to himself,he'd soon find outwhat a favor it was.My mother always saidthat having childrenwould resolve that dilemma.My mother made the same claim.And yet...Here we are...Both childless.My daughter, Nellie,would have been five today.Oh.How did she pass?Diphtheria.Last September.I'm so sorry.- Hello.- Oh.Good afternoon.I'm Dyer.Tallie.Oh, it's late, isn't it?I should be getting on.Don't go on my account.Oh, no.That's a nice wrap you have.Thank you.I never receive complimentsfor my clothes.I'm so glad you've come.Meeting you has made my day.It has?Well...How pleasant and uncommonit is to make someone's day.Thursday, February 14th.Dyer's third nightwith the fever.Drink this.I plan on getting sickmore often.My wife smiles at me.Promise me you're not gonna die.That would be the oppositeof my intention.I've restoredhim somewhatwith an enema of molasses,warm water and lard.Also a drop of turpentinenext to his nose.I spent the day reconsideringmy conversation with Tallie.We compared childhood beds...Mine in which the strawwas always breaking upand thinning out.And hers, which was as hard,she claimed,as the Pharaoh's heart.I should betaking care of you.I agree.Her manner is sweetand calm and gracious.And yet her spiritsseem to quickenat the prospect offurther conversation with me.I find that everythingI wish to tell herloses its eloquencein her presence.So how did you cometo meet Dyer?He was the oldest sonof a neighbor.He helped outon my father's farm.And was he instantly smittenby you?He was, wasn't he?He was instantly smitten by you.He admired what he viewedas my practical good sense.You don't countenance wordslike "smitten", do you?I suspect I useall the same words you do.I suspect you don't.In speech,yes, because you're shy.But I bet you're moreaccomplished in your writing.Thank you.Your good sense, that's allyour husband was smitten with?And my efficient habits.That's all?My handy ways.Dyer likes mechanical things.I have no doubt he would'vebeen happierhad he been allowed to pursuethe natural scientific bentof his mind.Circumstances forced himinto farming.And despite all of that,his heart compelled him to you?Well...You would have to ask himabout that.And what would you sayif I asked you?I suppose that as a suitor,he was...not generous, but he was just.And that he was affectionate,if not constant.I wasn't sureof his suitability.But my family felt that moreimprovingmight be in the offing.After all, it is a long lanethat has no turning.You both have muchto be thankful for.We do.It's still too soon.Sorry.Tuesday, February 19th.My reluctance seemsto have become his shame.His nighttime pleasures,which were never numerous,have curtailed even more.And I have so far refusedto engage his persistenceon the subject of another child.Evening.This is myhusband Finney.And you already know Dyer.Our paths have crossed.And this is the Abigailthat I've been mentioning.My wife talks about you asif you're all about the house,and everythingreminds her of you.Oh, well, it's all I can dobut sit cross-legged and morosewhenever she's away.- Come in.- Thank you.The rain so heavythat it broke down our mill.Did you miss me?Yes.You look different.No...Finney seems agreeable.Yes, he is,when he chooses to be.I guess I'msupposed to offer a toast.But when it comesto the social graces,I'm about as smooth as comingdown a rocky hill in the dark.What my husband meansis he's so happyto finally get together,and to see Dyer again.Cheers.Part of what I valueabout my wifeis how she taught me toassociate with my fellow beings.Finney, that's a handsomeneck tie you've chosen.Thank you.But with my neck,my head sticks out like achicken in a poultry wagon.Your tart waswonderfully savory.Oh, did you like it?I'm so glad.I was worried I wouldn'thave enough eggs- because we had an accident.- Oh.My hired hand pulled down abox of eggs and broke two dozen.I announced that he wasunlucky to eggsand no longer allowedto approach them."Unlucky to eggs."I like that.I told him that his shirthad so many holes,he can make a necklace of it.Well, we often wishwe could afford a hired hand.We've suffered a great deal fromthe carelessness of hired hands.Mr. Holt's hired hand is saidto have swum his horseover the canal despite the cold.Really?Yes.Winter's been so hard,sometimes Mrs. Weldon's sonhas had to deliver the mailon skis.Now our letters can get lostat breakneck speed.Did you write letters to Talliewhen you were courting?I did.And did Tallie keep them?Only Tallie knows for sure.Monday, February 25th.Finney and Tallie's bondconfounds me.At times, when their eyes meet,they seem yoked in oppositionto one another,while at other times,there seems a shared regard.There is something going onbetween usthat I cannot unravel.Hold this here.Okay.Thank you.Hello, Dyer.Well, hello.You're off?Yes, to town.Have a good day.She'll be pleased to see you.Happy birthday!Brought you some things.Hand-knitted?I hoped you'd like them.I do.An Atlas!The United States of America.Oh and a little pot ofapple sauce with an egg on top.My feet are freezing.Oh, let me warm them.How's Finney?He's Finney.Ah, it tickles.My husband recordstrespassers in his journals.And this morning,when I asked himwhat he intends to doabout them,his response was so unpleasantthat I...resolved to visit you...so that there would be somethingin my dayother than his meanness.Dyer thinks he hasmany estimable qualities.He does.And he also uses a ledger tokeep accounting of whom I visitand how long I stay.Why?I have no idea.As he's gotten more like this,I've given up tryingto figure outall the peculiarities of his...odd little world.I suppose he's especiallyunhappy with me since...I'm yet to give him a child.What does it feel like?Like nothing at first.But then when she beganto stir...it's like butterfliesflapping their wings.Later, like a rabbit...when she kicked her legsat night.It frightens me.The thought of havingnone of that.And of giving birth.Most of us feel that way.But...when the time comes,I will be there...to guide you through it.Dyer must want another child.I understand.Birthday gifts.A box of raisins.That needle caseyou've been needing.And a tin of sardines.You spoil me.Oh, you got giftsfrom your new friend.She left hours ago.I just saw her leave.The great storm beganwith a faint groaningin the northeast.It was like a noiseof a locomotive.Help!Come closer, girl.It's warmer over here.I'm sorry, I'll be going.You should wait it out.Come on, mare.Dyer!Dyer!Dyer!How long would it bebefore I receive word of Tallie?How long could I wait?How long will the feedin the barn last?Each cow eats 26 poundsof forage every day.You should know that.They start to skinny downafter three days.Heard the newspaper predictsthe storm'll let up by then.But that's probably based onan expert's consultationof a goose bone."In a real crisis of nature,we're all at another's mercy."Yes.My mother liked to say,"We tumble from onemortification to another."When I was seven, an earthquakeknocked down our house and barn.Did I tell you?Never.- An earthquake?- Yes.I remember something woke mebefore dawn.I don't know what.My father was calling out.But I couldn't tear myselfaway from the window.I saw birds flutteringin the air, afraid to set down.The river was roiling,and I couldn't move.And then...Finally, I jumped downto our collapsed stairwell,as all my brothershad done before me.And we all huddled togetherin the dark on the porch.Later, my mother saidthat the dread never fullywent away after that.She said, "What was safe ifthe solid earth could do that?"Mother.Tallie! You're frozen!Tallie! Stay awake!Stay awake!Open your eyes! Open your eyes!Keep your eyes open!Keep your eyes open!Look at me.I would die without you.Then you're safe.Because I am here.Monday, March 17th.Half the chickens are lost.I dug ice and snowfrom their dead open mouthsin an attempt to revive them.Hobnails...For better traction.The Widow Weldon'sson, on his rounds,reported that Talliehad gotten home safely,with, he thought,only a bit of frostbite.We haven't seen your frienddown the lane for a while.Finney took her to Oneonta.So everything is tediousand lonesome?Thursday, April 10th.Biscuits and dried mackerelfor breakfast.Dyer has augmentedthe padding in the cattle penswith his hoardingsof maple leaves and old straw.It always seemsthat Tallie will never appear.But I remind myself that timeand the needle wearthrough the longest morning.And I have notedthat when she does arrive,my heart is like a leafborne over a rockby rapidly moving water.Hello. Oh!Oh! Careful.Stay. Sit, sit.Saturday, April 12th.- I spent the last two days...- Very damp, cloudy and cool.Smoky.Perhaps the forestis somewhere on fire.Your nose is being gracious.Monday, April 14th.A terribly bad spring so far,but the cloverhas come up through it,and is all right.And how's Finney?The soul of patience.He's mentioning again the ideaof migrating west.You're planning on moving west?Perhaps.I had an uncle who moved to Ohioand came to a desperate end.Which is what onemight expect from Ohio.- Tomorrow?- Hm.Thursday, April 17th.Rain in torrentsnearly all night.The lane is floodedand the ditches brim full.This morning,only a slight shower.Tallie came laterthan her usual time today.She offered no explanation.I'm sorry that your childhoodwas anything less than joyous.Joyous it was not.But I made my own happinesses.My husband says, "Godputs heavy stones in your path,it's up to usto step over them."Stones are whatthe fortunate receive.My mother's mother was bornin 1780right here in Schoharie County.I often wonder at the courageand the resourcefulnessof those women.Imagine faring forthinto a wilderness,hoping to build the foundationsof a home.Maybe they had a certain highhopefulness that we don't have.When can you come?Tuesday.- Hello, Tallie!- Good day.Was your afternoon gladsome?Yes, it was, very.- Goodbye.- Goodbye.I felt,looking at her expression,as if she werein full sail on a flood tide,while I bobbedalong down backwards.And yet,I never say on her countenancethe indifferenceof fortunatetowards the less fortunate.Good day.Good day.Are you sick, too?Not at all.I was hoping to compare colds.I'll make you tea and honey?What?Every morning I wake upand I think that I neverwant to be far from you.And under your influence,since you're so good with words,I've composed a poem.It's entitled..."Oh, Sick and Miserable Heart,Be Still."When I was a little girl,I thought I could cultivatemy intellectand do something for the world.But my life has surprised meby being far more ordinary.You're talking about that momentthat I have dreamed about,when we're carried in triumphfor having done somethingwonderful or received at homewith tears and shouts of joy.Do you know what I wonder?Is it possible...that such a moment hasn'tyet come for either of us?I think it has.Or that it could.You do.So what do you think?What do you think about us?I don't know howto put it into words.Well, try.- I have tried.- Well, try again.What do you imagine?I imagine that I lovehow our encircling feelingsleave nothing out...for us to want or seek.I've presumed too much.It's been my experiencethat it's not always thosewho show the leastwho actually feel the least.Just my dog's toenailson the wood.Why didn't you dowhat you attempted to do?I worry you'll catch my cold.You smell like a biscuit.I have to go home.Astonishment and joy.Astonishment and joy.Astonishment and joy.You haven't accomplishedany of your responsibilities.- Do you need assistance?- No, I don't think so.So it's a cold platefor supper tonight?I'll milk the cows.Friday, May 30th.The sunshine streamingthrough the branchesmakes a tremendous farragoof light and shade.We hold our friendshipbetween us and study it,as if it were the incompletemap of our escape.When the day is done,my mind turns to her,and I think,with a special heat,"Why are we to be separated?"Your smile stopped.Is it meant for someone else?Sorry, my mind was elsewhere.We need calico and buttonsand shoe thread.Am I troubling you,sitting here with you like this?Not at all.I may be late coming to it,but I've learnedconsideration of others.I've learned the needfor human sympathyand the unfulfilled want of it.I feel I've provided youwith sympathy.I suppose that's so.The smile returns.Good day.Oh.I believe that intimacyincreases goodwill.And if that's the case,then every minutewe spend togetherwill make usmore cheerful workers.Won't our farms benefitfrom that?Won't our husbands?All our burdenswill be lightened.When she left,I was like a skiff at seawith neither hand nor helmto guide it.They're cleaning out the drainunder the street along the fork.And several peopleare down with fever.Holt came by to hang the bacon.He still hasn't recovered frombeing beaten by two strangers.He had to be hauled to his homein his cart.He said the men who did itwere gonna kill him,and then realized they weremistaken as to who he was.Lately, it seems likeall you talk aboutare highwaymenand house breakers.On the contrary,I often deferto your sensitivities.And I haven't eventold you aboutall the reportsin the county of menwho've poisonedand killed their wivesbecause I haven't found ita fitting subject for supper."Killed their wives,"he used those words?Mm-hm. those words.Have you had any disagreements?Yes, about my wifely duties.I told him that I was opposedto it, that I was not willing.And he accepted that?Well, he hasn'ttouched me since, so...But I made myselffeel better...by composing a poem.Can I readyou the opening stanza?You can read me the entire poem.No, I'll start withthe opening stanza."I love flowering gardens.I love creeping plants.I love walking in the air,but I fear swarming ants."I don't think I cansupport the rhyme.You see why I didn'tread the whole thing?I'm sorry.I've always been contraryand maladroit.Earlier, I... I felt that...whenever I would draw closeto you, you would retreat,and that, if I kept still,you would returnbut you'd stay at a distance,like those sparrowsthat stay in the farmyardand won't come into the house.- That's not how I feel.- How do you feel, then?When I was in school,the teacher had meread "Cordelia"to an older boy's "King Lear."Near the end of the play,the king and his daughterare imprisoned,but he views itin a positive way."Come, let's away to prison,"he says."We two alone shall singlike birds in a cage."Imprisoned...In a positive way?Well, maybe that one has to readthe entire play.It may be only in playswhere peopleare imprisonedin a positive way.You don't think there's a cagethat could work to our benefit?I just...I only know that...I've never liked cages.I hope you had a good afternoonin Shangri-La or Timbuktu,wherever it is you've been.I had a busy afternoon, yes.I would think.Five hours you've been gone.I went to the drapers.I couldn't find anythingI liked.Then I stopped by the tinkerfor a sack of coffee,but he's now asking 60 cents,and I only had 50.Then I thought I would buy youa treat of some kind,but Mr. Arnolds reminded methat I still owedfor my last transactions so...I was forcedto close up my purse.Tell me everythingabout your day.Don't hold anything back.You're not interested inhow your wife spends her time.I don't feel I have a wife.I feel I have a selfish whorewho...who'd rather wander offto another man's housethan contribute any labor.Well, Dyer was offin the fields,and her houseis on the way back home, so...So it's just Abigail and youtittering and gossipingaway the hours?Enjoying each other's company.I have certain expectations,and you have certain duties.We've talked all night and dayabout your expectations.I will not stay with a womanif it continually requirescontention.Well, then you shouldn't staywith me, should you?Don't ask for morethan you can handle.Sunday, June 8th.All afternoon, a hawk has beenusing a single cloud above usas its own parasol.To ward off others of its kind.Our whole house nowseems both angry and repentant.God help us.When three days went bywithout a word from her,I stole over to her houseto look on herfrom what I imagined to bea vantage pointof perfect safety.By turning the lens piece,I could draw her face nearer,and hold it thereuntil she turned away.Her image provokeda sensation in melike the violencethat sends a floating branchfar out overa waterfall's precipicebefore it plummets."For the wife does not havethe authority over her own body,but the husband does.Do not deprive one another,so that Satan may not tempt youbecause of your lackof self-control."Ephesians 5:33. "Submit to yourown husbands, as to the Lord..."Monday, June 9th.Merciful father...Turn the channel of events.Wednesday, June 11th.Dyer has been silent all day,and I was happy to be leftin my solitude.Hello!Tallie...We haven't seen you for days.Have you been ill?- Nothing serious, I hope.- Ho!She's been under the weather.- Good afternoon.- Good afternoon.We want to invite you to dinneragain this Saturday next.But it's our turn.We should be feasting you.In the meantime,please be our guests.We'd love to.Six?- Six it is.- Hup!My mother once told mein a furywhen I was a little girlthat my fatherasked nothing of herexcept thatshe work in the garden,harvest the produce,preserve the fruit,tend the poultry,milk the cows,manage the household duties,and help out in the fieldswhen needed.She said she appearedin his ledgeronly when she purchased a dress.Am I anywhere in there?I'm recording spring expenses.And how havethings changed?Daughters are married offso youngthat everywhere you looka slender and unwilling girlis being forced to stema sea of tribulationsbefore she is even full-grownin height.That's its purpose!Come on. Come on.Morning.Morning, Jim.Morning, ma'am.I've got a new book for you.Do you know,I'd actually like to seethat blue dress you have there.All right, lady.Over here!It's two and a half.I'll take it.My change?Thank you.The Mannings' oldestdaughter tipped over an oil lampand it set the house ablaze.- Fire!- Ho! Ho!- Fire!- Before she was drivenfrom the house by the flames,she heard calls from her sister,who was trappedin the upper loft.Get her out of there.Cassie!Get her out!Get her out!Your wife is to be commendedon her hospitality and cooking.I can recall the day...No, thank you....when every family was fed,clothed, shot, sheltered,and warmed from the productsa good wifegathered withinher own fence line.I heard down by the loggersthat Mrs. Mannings' oldestgot fiercely burnedin the house fire.- Cassie.- And died.Yes, she did.Well, as my father used to say,"The supreme disposerof all eventsdoes sometimes disappointour earthly hopes."What a marvelous hanging lamp.Finney purchased it sothat everyone could readwith equal ease around the room.I wasn't brought up to readover much,but I do believe a fathershould give his childrenevery chance to improve.Children being a sore pointin this household.And yours, I'd expect.You'll have to forgivemy husband.Even so,whatever misfortunesarrive at my doorstep,I seek to improve my lotwith my own industry.I...I study my options closely,and just attend to everythingwith more vehemence.Well, then you should becommended for that.I'll give you an example.When I first began farming,I was so vexedat my own inabilityto stop my dogs barkingthat one January,during a storm,I held the dog aroundthe corner of the barn in a galeuntil it froze to death.I nearly froze to death myself,at least froze my hands,even with my heavy work gloves.That is reprehensible.Did I see outsidethat you use an old shovel plow?Well, since you're interestedin my machinery,I have a hinged harrowthat's been giving me trouble.The spikes catch the rocksand roots, and they break off.Well, our harrowhas upright discs.Work better?Yeah, it seems to.Bring the desserts.I think we're stuffed.My husband insistson his pastriesand preserved fruits and creams.Well, good.What is happening?Are you in danger?What happened to your neck?No, I just took a fallover a fence.I hadn't heard.There are many things aboutwhich you haven't heard.Back at the table,Tallie kept strict custodyof her eyes.Her husband's moodseemed to have darkened.He served the pastriesand creams himself,leaving only her plate empty.Saturday, June 21st.My heart a maelstrom.My head a bedlam.A whole weekand no visit from Tallie.No word.My anxieties often force meto stop my workand pace the houselike an inmate.I have to see her.Ho, ho!Tallie! Tallie!What has happened?They're gone.And no goodbye?We need to call the sheriff.And report what exactly?That our neighbors moved?It's the Zebrun farm.They were renting.I'll go then.For what reason?There's blood!And you never had an accident?So we'll just do nothing?I'll make the roundsof the neighbors.And if we are not satisfied,we can take your fearsto the sheriff.Thank you.Monday, June 23rd.Dyer said Mrs. Nottowayrecalled spotting their caravanon the country road in thelate evening, heading northwest.Mrs. Nottoway?She believed she spiedTallie's figurealongside her husband'sbut was unsure.A hired hand, she thought,was driving the second wagon.Sunday, June 29thI spotted the sheriffon his way to church.I conveyed my accusations,to no response.Dyer said that no one wouldinvestigate a crimewithout evidence that a crimehad been committed.Calm myself?I refused to calm myself,so he tied me to a chairand administered laudanum.Monday, June 30th.Bleary and short of breathfrom the laudanum...I wake weeping,retire weeping,stand before my duties weeping.Sunday, July 6th.I am a library without books,a sea of fear,agitation and want.Dyer speaks of how much wehave for which to be grateful.I sit violently consciousof the ticking clockwhile he weepsat what he imaginesto be his own poor,forgotten self.Wednesday, July 9th.Despite some hourswithout the laudanum,I was so befoggedand wild with griefthat Dyer left mefor the afternoon,unsettled and wary of my state.Tuesday, July 22nd.- Weldon?- Good day.The renters at Zebrun's farmare gone.Did they leavea forwarding address?No. You've got a letter.Hyah.Is it from her?It is.- Oh.- Origin?Onondaga County. Do you know it?It's north of Syracuse.Are you gonna read it?To myself.Abigail, Abigail, Abigail.I'm sorry that all I haveto send you is this letter,and I'm sorry for allthat a letter cannot be.Even the best letteris just a little bit of someone.I'm sorry I never gotto say goodbye,and I'm sorry that we seemto have tradedone sort of misery for another.It turns out that houses deepin the backwoodsalways seem to be awful andunnatural in their loneliness.If there were onlya ruined abbeyaround here with bats in it,the view would be perfect.Our roof is ramshackle and shedswater nicely in dry weatherbut we have to spread milk pansaround the floor when it rains.Still, outside the kitchen,there are already anemonesand heart's-ease,and even prettier flowerswhich my stupiditykeeps me from naming for you.I believe I've enjoyed myselfless these last few weeksthan any other femalewho ever lived.During what little timeI have to myself,Finney reads aloudinstructions for wivesfrom the Old Testament.But when it comes to the Bible,I have to say thatthere are a lot of passageshe may know word for word,but which haven't touchedhis heart.I can't account for his stateof mind except to saythat my company must beintensely disagreeable to him.And if that's the case,I'm sorry for it.Ho...Good afternoon!Afternoon.Whoa.Hey.I've got something for you.There you go.Thank you.Good day.Hyah. Come on.- Is it for me?- From Schoharie County.- Your Abigail.- Give that to me.Give it. Finney, give...Finney!"What's to becomeof the thousands of our sexscattered out in the wildernessand obligedto tax our strengths?I feel as if,at that selfsame hourwhen our prospectswere brightest,that in the dim distancea black shadow approached.And yet still,imagine the happiest of unionsfor us of the sortin which two families previouslyat daggers drawnare miraculously broughttogether on love's account.It is your faceI bear through the night.It is to you I devotea dreaming spacebefore I turn myself to sleep,but there is no sleep.It's as if within me everythingclamors for air,and I thinkif it's like this now,what will it be like later?I send you what loveand support I can.I send you all my heart's hopes.Abigail."Please knowthat force alonecouldn't have gotten me hereto a place like this.I was told I had to actin support of interest,happiness and the reputationof someone I once loved.As far as I can figure,we're now still only about85 miles apart.But of course,people like usdon't go on long visits.Dyer refused firstto permit my departure,and then to accompany me,and only caught up to the cartat the end of our propertyand climbed aboard.We were the very pictureof anguish,rattling along side by side.The night was fair and warm withthe appearance of a coming rain.A shower.It's so hardto write abouthow much I want to thank you,but I have to start somewhere.Abigail...I want to tell you that beingwith you, even alone,has been like being a partof the biggestand most spacious communityI could ever imagine.I feel closer to youthan I would a sister sinceeverything amazing that I feel,I chose to feel.And do you know what memoryit is that I most cherish?It's of you turning to mewith that smile you gave meonce you realizedthat you were loved.I have no way of knowingwhat is to come,but I do knowthat all of the trustand care and courage we shared,that will all shine on usand protect us.You are my city of joy.You are my city of joy.Whoa.Might I askyour business?We've come to see Tallie.Where is she?I heard you on the road.You made such a racket.I took you for the tin knocker.We've ridden for three days.We are not leavingwithout seeing her.I'm not concerned with what youwill or will not leave without.Keep a civil tongue,friend.Where is she?I treated her with tea of sootand pine-tree rootto good effect,but sickness always testsour willingnessto bow beforethe greatest authority.My guess isthat it was diphtheria.No!There is somealienation from marital...What time is it?I don't care.- I have to go.- You're gonna make a mark.Come on.Come on.Come on.Sunday, August 31st.Weather very hot and sunny.I cleaned out the shedwhich was full of rustyand dusty rubbish,washed the windows,and preserved applesfor the winter.Fourteen dollars from the saleof our milk and butter.I have cut my handwith a paring knife.I console myselfwith the convictionthat someday in the futurewhen Dyeris forced to travel to Syracusefor feed or supplies,I will join him,and take his rifleand go to Skaneatelesand kill Finney where he sits.Dyer has been at workon the barn.Each day,we enact our separation.Sometimes after it gets dark,we walk over the hillsacross our upper fieldsfor the wide, wide view.And Dyer tries to imagine usas we were,while I try to imagine Tallieand that cordialand accepting homethat existed solelyin our dreams.I imagine Tallie and Nelliesomewhere together,and Nellie running her brushthrough Tallie's hair.I imagine banishing foreverthose sentiments of my ownthat she chastened and refined.I imagine resolving to dowhat I can for Dyer.And I imagine continuingto write in this ledger,here,as though this was my life.As though my lifewas not elsewhere.I've always fearedthat I would bring misfortuneto those I loved.Are you really saying nothingto that?I don't know where to start.I can't imagine what morewe could do for one another...with our constraints.You can't?I can't.You can't?Well, then...It's a good thing we rememberthat our imaginationscan always be cultivated.

影片讲述了19世纪50年代的美国，发生在两个拓荒者家庭的女性之间的感情故事。

两个妻子当艾比盖尔与塔利相遇时，艾比盖尔正经历丧女之痛，与丈夫的感情也出现问题。

原本对生活麻木的她在遇到塔利后心中又燃起了希望。

两个人渐渐熟悉，慢慢试探，终于在塔利的主动追问之下，艾比盖尔承认了两人的感情。

两个丈夫戴尔是艾比盖尔的丈夫，喜欢机械，终日劳作，是典型的勤恳的第一代拓荒者。

芬尼是塔利的丈夫，刻薄、孤独、疑心重重。

在面对各自妻子的同性之情时，两个丈夫的行为截然相反。

影片中暗示，戴尔可能很早就知道内情，但他仅仅是在面对艾比盖尔时通过言语上来试探她，并没有实际行为的阻止。

而当塔利一家搬走，塔利疑似遭到暴力对待时，戴尔默默的帮助妻子寻找塔利。

即使以现在的标准衡量，戴尔对妻子的包容度也已经很大了。

芬尼的行为则更接近19世纪一个男性面对妻子是同性恋这件事时应有的反应。

他无法解释这件事，并将这件事视作疾病或邪恶，这也是很久以来“普通人”对同性恋的普遍看法。

影片用极为细致真实的场景还原了一个由蛮荒逐渐文明化的美洲大陆的一隅，加上故事与拓荒这一主题内核上的呼应，可谓是以小见大的典范。

片中用精致复杂的台词剖析人物内心，让观众不禁想要一睹原著的词句。

而两位女主角细腻的表演也没有使片中不放过任何细节的镜头失望。

故事虽显平淡，但无论是日常生活的压抑还是面对爱人的喜悦，角色的情绪已经流淌到影像细枝末节的脉络中，观众沉浸其中。

失去女儿的艾比盖尔内心只剩痛苦，但在遇到塔利之前，她不曾体会快乐。

塔利则洒脱得多，她直面与艾比盖尔的感情，但却因家庭的阻碍离去。

她们的苦难经历源于人类认识上的无知，这里曾经是心灵的蛮荒之地，因为如她们一样的拓荒者，这里终将是一个文明的新世界。

今天有机会在圣丹斯电影节线上观看了去年在威尼斯影展获得酷儿狮奖的《打开心世界》，导演是指导了《梦游者》的 莫娜·法斯特欧德，摄影师是 André Chemetoff, 16mm胶片拍摄。

有趣的一点是，在近些年在各大电影节，较年轻的导演开始青睐胶片拍摄，很多独立电影也开始重回35毫米、16毫米胶片，是让人感到惊喜的地方。

看完《打开心世界》，发现有很多可以延伸探讨的地方。

可能最直观的就是摄影了。

虽然故事是发生在19世纪的纽约州北部，但是实际拍摄却是在罗马尼亚的布加勒斯特完成，严寒的背景和16毫米胶片浑然天成般完美地契合在一起，使得影幕上的胶片颗粒（Film Grain）、背景中的暴风雪如此美丽、赏心悦目。

剧组对于光的把控也恰到好处，以至于屏幕上影像如此美轮美奂。

剧本的角度说，电影《打开心世界》是改编自美国作家 Jim Shepard 的同名短篇小说 《打开心世界》（收录于短篇小说集《打开心世界》），他自己本人也参与了电影的改编编剧。

在此基础上，《打开心世界》的文本性很强，全片几乎都是由主角阿比盖尔写的日记的旁白来推动时间和剧情发展，整体下来效果还是不错的，强文本性和故事以及故事背景结合得恰到好处。

Jim Shepard 的短篇小说中喜欢承载历史以及历史上发生过的不幸的事 -- 比如本片中多次提及的疾病白喉就曾在19世纪末在欧洲和美国爆发过。

从结构来讲，由主角的日记旁白来串联时间点，整体的立意在我看来并不侧重于女性之间的恋情，而重点刻画在那个时间背景（19世纪末）下，女人受到来自婚姻、家庭、丈夫，以及社会的压迫，还有道德上的压力。

其实纵观全片，可以发现很多导演“埋”下的细节和伏笔：比如当阿比盖尔和塔莉第一场亲热戏，突然门口的一个小动静就能让阿比盖尔吓一大跳 -- 因为她害怕是她的丈夫回家了；在树林里时，远处一个响声吓坏了两人。

这些埋下的细节无不体现出19世纪末下女人深深受制于丈夫（男权）以及很难选择过自己真正向往的生活。

其实近些年出现许多优秀的女同题材影片，很多也在三大电影节大放异彩：《卡罗尔》《燃烧女子的肖像》《菊石》等等。

《打开心世界》打动我的，并不在于它如何描绘两人在严寒荒凉的平原摩擦出爱情的火花，而是创作者如何让19世纪背景下的角色“亲口”发出女权般的提问，两人如何在如此稀薄的缝隙下相互扶持以忍受不幸福但却无法改变的婚姻。

《打开心世界》剧照。

当然，《打开心世界》不是一部完美的影片。

如果说后半段节奏过于缓慢并不是缺点的话，那么主角阿比盖尔和塔莉之间的感情线还可以再进一步描绘和渲染，除了婚姻的压迫，其实将感情线略微着重突出也是不错的选择。

两位女主角 凯瑟琳·沃特斯顿 和 凡妮莎·柯比 的表演都很出色，尤其是凯瑟琳·沃特斯顿 （因为承接了更重的戏份），凡妮莎·柯比 在去年的威尼斯影展凭借另一部电影《女人的碎片》荣获影后。

导演莫娜·法斯特欧德今年只有35岁，未来可期。

如果你期待观看一部用胶片拍摄的女性电影，那么《打开心世界》是一个不错的选择！

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身为女人，为什么我总觉得女主的丈夫戴尔是个很不错的男人呢！

他的话不多，总是在做事情，我好喜欢看见他劳作的样子（尤其是修补屋顶的时候！

），我好想在他宽厚的身体背后抱住他，告诉他我爱他。

在他粗粝的外表下，能注意到妻子没有微笑，能看到妻子在开门的瞬间期待的笑容转瞬即逝，他爱妻子，只是由于生长的社会环境和认知的局限，不知道怎么让自己的文青妻子快乐起来，所以他经常有着一种对妻子的不知所措。

即使他对妻子和女友的关系有所猜想，但他更多的是给予宽容甚至纵容。

无论是妻子拦下女友的马车，去女友家赴宴，还是赶往她搬空的家里，或者驱车去很远的镇上去找她，他总是在她身后无条件地跟随她，支持她。

妻子刚刚萌发爱情的那天，因为发了一天呆而没做晚餐，他劳作了一天回家看到这样的情景，也只是说了一句话，但是并没有任何生气与指责啊！

这么宽厚的男人，他最大的不该就是不该娶一个不爱他的女人，但那是社会的原因，并不是他的错。

他对女儿也是那么耐心温柔。

女儿笨拙地摆弄农具，他温柔地看着孩子，女儿在草地上微笑，他更是满眼爱意地看着她。

他还说过一句话，大意是，虽然他自己读的书不多，但他一定会努力让孩子多读书。

山里的父亲能对孩子这么体贴细腻，这是一个多好的父亲啊！

试想，同样一个男人，同样的山中农庄，如果这个女人爱他，他们在一起会多么幸福快乐啊！

如果他们的笑容多一些，一家三口其乐融融，孩子未必会得不治之症，或者得了病也未必会死掉，因为正能量的磁场会有很大的魔力。

这么好的男人，但女主所有的抱怨、不甘以及另觅所爱都是因为她嫁给了一个她不爱的男人。

而男人也只能无奈地看着妻子的冷漠，对此无可奈何，却并没有任何抱怨不甘和想要离去与别人燃情的冲动，甚至一点都不强迫妻子去做她不想做的性行为。

看完这个电影，我就想如果导演是个男人，那他对女人也太纵容了。

最后一看，是女导演，难怪。

我是没有书的图书馆I am a library without books我是恐惧 焦虑和欲望的海洋a sea of fear,agitation and wantWhen the day is done,一天结束my mind turns to her,我的思绪就飞向了她and I think,with a special heat. 还带着一股特殊的激情I believe that intimacy increase goodwill. 我相信亲密会增加善意And if that's the case,如果是这样的话then every minute we spend together,然后我们在一起的每一分钟will make us more cheerful workers. 会让我们成为更快乐的工人

“你闻起来像饼干”

“下了一整夜倾盆大雨”

“仿佛那里有新鲜空气”

“思念她的面庞”

“保持自我”

“没有手也没有舵来引导”

“如果我不曾见过太阳，那么我不会惧怕黑暗”不是表达最少的人，感受就最少。

“你是千堆雪，我是长街，日出一到，彼此瓦解”我们通过信件传递彼此孤独与爱意。

1st letter, from TallieAbigail, Abigail, Abigail...I’m sorry that all I have to send you is this letter, and I’m sorry for all that a letter cannot be. Even the best letter is just a little bit of someone. I’m sorry I never got to say goodbye, and I’m sorry that we seem to have traded one sort of misery for another. It turns out that houses deep in the backwoods always seem to be awful and unnatural in their loneliness. If there were only a ruined abbey around there with bats in it, the view would be pertect. Our roof is ramshackle and sheds water nicely in dry weather, but we have to spread milk pans around the floor when it rains. Still, outside the kitchen, there are already anemones and heart’s-ease, and even prettier flowers which my stupidity keeps me from naming for you. I believe I’ve enjoyed myself less these last few weeks than any other female who ever lived. During what little time I have to myself, Finney reads aloud instructions for wives from the Old Testament. But when it comes to the Bible, I have to say that there are a lot of passages he may know word for word, but which haven’t touched his heart. I can’t account for his state of mind except to say that my company must be intensely disagreeable to him. And if that’s the case, I’m sorry for it.2nd letter, from AbigailWhat’s to become of the thousands of our sex, scattered out in the wilderness, and obliged to tax our strengths? I felt as if, at that selfsame hour when our prospects were brightest, that in the dim distance a black shadow approached. And yet still, imagine the happiest of unions for us of the sort in which two families previously at daggers drawn are miraculously brought together on love’s account. It is your face I bear through the night. It is to you I devote a dreaming space before I turn myself to sleep, but there is no sleep. It’s as if within me everything clamors for air, and I think if it’s like this now, what will it be like later? I send you what love and support I can. I send you all my heart’s hopes.Abigail3rd letter, from Tallie Please know that force alone couldn’t have gotten me here to a place like this. I was told I had to act in support of interest,happiness and the reputation of someone I once loved.As far as I can figure,we’re now still only about 85 miles apart. But of course, people like us don’t go on long visits.It’s so hard to write about how much I want to thank you, but I have to start somewhere. Abigail...I want to tell you that being with you, even alone, has been like being a part of the biggest and most spacious community I could ever imagine. I feel closer to you than I would to a sister since everything amazing that I feel, I chose to feel.And do you know what memory it is that I most cherish? It’s of you turning to me with that smile you gave me, once you realized that you were loved.I have no way of knowing what is to come, but I do know that all of the trust, and care, and courage we shared, that will all shine on us, and protect us.You are my city of joy. You are my city of joy.

序号为双女主对戏的场次。

一、初见A：沉默。

（注意到T的秀发）T：谈自己头发的故事。

（展示美丽）A：很高兴你来。

T：沉默。

（我也很高兴）T：抱怨丈夫（我情感不满足）。

都没孩子。

（寻找共情点）二、拔鸡毛T：戴尔是怎么爱上你的？

（你很有魅力。

并不断用在那个年代看来很直白的词汇：smitten, compel来撩骚A）T：如何看待追求者？

（询问A的夫妻关系）T：你们都应该感激。

（我嫉妒他）三、拜访A：芬尼挺好的。

（询问关系）T：他想招人喜欢就可以。

（抱怨丈夫）A：芬尼写过情书吗？

（询问关系）T：只有塔莉知道了。

（拒绝肯定他们的关系）四、送礼A：芬尼怎么样？

（询问关系）T：就是芬尼。

（不具体回答）T：芬尼一直在说如何（用暴力）处置入侵者（抱怨丈夫），所以我来找一些不卑鄙的事（对比，我觉得你更好，我更喜欢你）。

A：戴尔说芬尼有很多优点。

（间接引语说你丈夫也没那么坏，挽回一下尴尬的场面）T：他有笔记本记我出行的情况。

（抱怨丈夫）T：他对我不满意，因为我没为他生孩子。

（可能有表明没有频繁的性生活的意思，鉴于当时的避孕技术，性和生育约等于直接挂钩。

我开始没想到，参考了网友的想法。

不同意请理性探讨。

）T：戴尔想要另一个孩子吧。

（打探性生活）A：沉默。

（我不想要，所以没有频繁的性生活）五-八闺蜜般的相处。

九、挽着走T：芬尼说幸福路上有阻碍。

（同性恋情）A：有阻碍才是幸福的那个。

（虽然我们有困难，但这也是一种幸福。

）T：也许当年他们有我们没有的希望。

（我们要有在一起的希望。

）十、表白T：病态而痛苦的心，平静下来吧。

（我苦恋着一个女人，这是病态的，放下吧。

）A：我太平凡。

T：那就要做些了不起的事，我们都还没经历过那些惊心动魄的时刻（轰轰烈烈的爱情）。

A：可以有（不同寻常的爱情）。

T：你怎么定义我们？

A: 我喜欢我们在一起的感觉，对我们而言除此之外别无所求。

我想太多了。

T：依我的经验并不是表达越少感受越少。

（你说得对。

这句话直接给了A主动亲T的勇气。

）A：你为什么不做想做的事。

（吻我）十一、亲热T：说了一堆出轨的好处。

（出轨的借口）A：（我们在一起）所有的负担都减轻了。

A平时应该是理智那一方，突然跟着T上头，所以T才那么激动。

问题是也得看看当时A在干什么的时候说的那句话，整场的台词就当音效听听得了。

BTW，戴尔应该永远见不到A这一面，心疼戴尔一秒钟。

十二、树林里A：笼中鸟（躲在柜子里）

By making the main character keep a diary and voiceover and over and over and another character happen to like reading out letters otherwise her husband will do (for audiences’ sake instead of his own, as he showed less reasonable reaction to it or to anything - i failed to see any entail of his paranoid and being mean) or By a weird translation of the movie title At the end you felt like you had finished a novel without remembering one single sentence beacuse it was not you who actually did the reading And I personally hoped Vanessa Kirby could have done the most of voiceover as her voice is so fucking hoti had a problem to unravel the meaning of the texts especially when i was engaged in images - i did appreciate the acting at most of time - to me the audio part in this movie (voiceover, some of the dialogues, sound effect) was not symphonious but distractingI couldn’t help drifting away:Is she so frightened yet so fascinated by childbirth because of the long take of labor in Pieces of Woman?Is he so miserable because he burnt his children in Manchester by the sea ?What’s that? The apple peeler he is using? I’d like to have oneYet i do love the character setting about how a person who seemed to feel the most happens to show the least especially in the presence of one dear to her; and the fact that she is Pisces naturally made sense to me - I believed the myth that water signs were to be mute, just as the fish, scorpion and crab were (I thought Kirby’s character was Aries at the beginning and at the middle i thought it Gemini) ( just found out the actors’ sign: Katherine is Pisces in reality and Kirby is Aries; that was fun) (bear with me)Only we dont know how Kirby discovered that - she was not the one being reading to all the way as we were; those literary talents were so in vain in this sense - And we wanted to know how, wanted to feel it visually because we had done with the audio;I also love the potentials about the abyss between expression and feeling; Which at the same time was embodied throughout the movie: words were rather weak even than an attempt of a retreat from a kiss;It was a shame that the script didn’t try hard on the tension between the characters; Not as much intriguing as the aura of the two actors; There was a spark and it was put out by the tedious routine, sentimental words, and stereotype of male - i didn’t doubt that marriage was dull under certain social circumstance and imbalanced division of labour - we could also have a glimpse of conspiracy that how patriarchy was organically constructed. When she made love to him, it could be a sympathy but still a sort of conspiracy. I expect more digging about feminine interests and passion both physically and mentally; we hardly know Kirby’s life except she loved her dog’s companion while the dog itself seemed much less importantAnd it was disappointing that Every time when the crisis within an intimate relationship seemed to pop up and reach to its essence, it would be immediately transferred to the patriarchal representations which were too mechanical, too unnecessarily boring and too much in terms of the volume of the storyThe one pursuiting freedom boldly and honestly meant to be the one being suppressed more violently, even more clinging to be imprisoned and offering fidelity to the things she resisted. It was also despairing that the one she was in love with, was content with the ‘cage’ out of her nature - this was the sense of tragedy as far as i could discern;Nevertheless it was not quite convincing within those fragmented plots. The sadness disappeared at next moment, just like the sense of misery in the character who lost her daughter; the reoccurrence of the loss seemed impressive when the house was on fire meanwhile left a suspect in our empathy for her love affair It seemed that not the physical living condition finally succumbed to the patriarchy, But the effort for the depths and dynamic of the relationship, whether homosexual or heterosexualI was writing a short comment somehow i couldn’t stop chattering so i thought overall i enjoyed the film and i was willing to have some part of it lingering in my thought; And i have to face one truth (not always) : being gay is so gay.Although I used to dislike montages, the absence of the love scenes and as a form of cutaway appearing at last in comparion to the death, was brilliant. Besides, basically my opinion towards cinematic music: i hate music.

“The New World Is Yet To Come ”这大概是最能表达我对本片感受的一句话吧。

《打开心世界》看完了，思绪万千五味陈杂。

影片以盖布瑞拉第一视角和大量旁白，讲述一位19世纪初美国偏远地区穷苦农妇的生活，和内心渴望被爱、被改变的期待。

盖布瑞拉善于文字表达，早早嫁作人妻，每天按部就班做着“妻子应该做的事情”。

塔莉和丈夫搬到盖布瑞拉附近，是位不愿承担丈夫所说“妻子应做之事”的美丽农妇。

塔莉问她为什么嫁给丈夫的时候，盖布瑞拉回答：他人虽不长情，但人很深情。

这就埋下了她丈夫可以陪着妻子坐3天3夜马车去见她妻子担心的女人之伏笔。

虽然夫妻两人每天没什么话可讲，可她丈夫还是不会离开盖布瑞拉。

塔莉的丈夫则是一位小肚鸡肠疑心重的男人，这也预示着这是一出悲剧。

塔莉丈夫用日记无比详尽地记录自己妻子出去时长和谁见面，还会告诉塔莉“隔壁村庄有人用毒药毒死妻子”的信息我就猜到塔莉估计会BE。

当看到塔莉和丈夫不辞而别搬走，盖布瑞拉给塔莉写信最终被塔莉小心眼丈夫发现还大声朗读那份爱的倾诉信后，我气得骂了句脏话！

塔莉和盖布瑞拉的感情被塔莉丈夫发现，塔莉被丈夫毒死....盖布瑞拉找上门发现塔莉死的哭泣，还有最后盖布瑞拉像失了魂的每日流泪都让我难过不已。

我也在这些台词中得到了之前不理解盖布瑞拉和塔莉彼此产生爱意的原因。

塔莉的旁白解答了一切：和一个在一起可以让自己快乐、舒服、产生共鸣的人在一起才是爱。

我太喜欢她们对于羞涩内敛喜爱的用词描述。

虽然没有《烧女图》和《菊石》的爱那么热烈，但都非常真实把“本过着平凡普通生活，突然有个人闯入自己世界”的惊喜、爱恋、仰慕、共情描写出来。

其实，有些对话太过于晦涩难懂，当时男权主义背景下农妇们的爱只能躲躲藏藏。

不过，我挺喜欢塔莉低沉声音和橘色金发的。

可惜，塔莉已死，盖布瑞拉会永远活在悲伤之中。

The New World Is Yet To Come.

电影看完第一次时，着实意难平。

反复琢磨、认真细品两人的互动戏份，发现她们眼神互动时，就连周遭的空气都充满了难以言表的电流，相互牵引又相互躲避，隐忍克制中透露出索求与渴望。

不禁感概，这部电影太美了。

（以下涉及剧透，介意的请止步于此。

）

且从两人第一次相见说起。

Tallie 在马车上，Abigail 在远处的栏杆俯瞰时，Tallie 看着 Abigail 的眼神里闪着微光，马车前去，她还扭过头来一直看着远处的 Abigail。

这时，似乎一见倾心的戏码已经上演，可偏偏两人离得这么远，并不敢妄下定论。

（欢迎讨论）Tallie 第一次来找 Abigail 时便疯狂试探，眼神充满挑逗意味，从吐槽丈夫到说出无子之痛，她一步步深入了解 Abigail 的婚姻状况。

此时的 Abigail 在日记中含蓄地表达着被 Tallie 头发和皮肤吸引，她无法对这份情感下定论，最后用“与人交心亲近我总会感到无所适从”来对这份不知所措找到合理化的归因。

然而事实却是 Abigail 被 Tallie 深深吸引而不自知，短短半天她对 Tallie 说了三次很高兴你能来，难掩心中的欢愉和狂喜。

两人在临别时都说着稍有意味的情话（如果这都不算爱，是我腐眼看人姬吗？

很想知道这时在旁边的 Dyer 到底是什么心情～）

两人间对视的眼神充满了珍爱、不舍和期待，我们可以强烈感受到两人之间的性张力在看似平静的湖面下涌动，而且涌动得不轻，却不露声色。

Abigail 就连照顾发烧病了三天的丈夫时都在想着跟 Tallie 的相处和对话，虽然旁白从容地流淌着，但也难以掩盖 Abigail 对 Tallie 深深的思念，此时的她也许还未弄明白这种感情究竟是什么。

对比之下，她与丈夫的对话则显得格外冷漠，丝毫没有对丈夫的怜爱，仅留作为妻子的责任。

若对比后面 Abigail 为 Tallie 冻僵的脚主动取暖按摩的情景，对丈夫的此时此景显得极为讽刺，但也印证了接下来关于“是否迷恋”的对话。

第二次到家中做客，Tallie 步步为营，一步一步撬开 Abigail 的心门，窥探Abigail 与丈夫的感情生活。

Tallie 用“Dyer是否迷恋着你？

迷恋你的什么？

”等问题试探 Abigail 与丈夫的感情虚实，其中还不忘借机赞赏了一番 Abigail 的文笔好，在此不得不感叹 Tallie 真的撩得一手好姬。

尽管 Abigail 以适合过日子、自己做事效率高，做事能力强的优点为 Dyer 选她做妻子找理由，但对于 Dyer 是否把心交给你的质疑，Abigail 选择直接把球踢给 Dyer，她没有去思考过这个问题，也许她压根就不在乎。

然而 Tallie 却一再逼问，不得到自己满意的答案她并不打算停下，她希望 Abigail 正视与丈夫的关系和情感。

Abigail 估计没有想到 Tallie 会继续追问，她愕然地看着 Tallie，继而平淡无奇地道出 —— 我不确定他合不合适，但家人觉得他挺好的结论。

此刻的 Tallie 心领神会，因为她也是过来人。

此时此刻的她们都懂，她们都不是因为“迷恋”上一个人而结婚的，没有那种心驰神往的悸动，也没有小鹿乱撞的冲动，她们的婚姻实则只是名存实亡的关系，是父权社会下一份不可推卸的责任。

两人手指轻轻碰撞完成第一次心意互通的肢体试探，屏幕中能暗暗感受到二人的心潮起伏。

再次在 Tallie 家相见，二人难掩喜悦和兴奋之情，几秒沉默的对视，含情脉脉，嘴边的笑容更是弯出了前所未有的弧度。

（感觉下一秒就要亲上去了，忍住！

Tallie 掩嘴克制，但笑容甜出屏幕了！

）两人短暂的私会后，走出大厅前，明显可以看到 Abigail 用力克制脸上的笑容，像极了偷吃心爱的糖果后不敢让大人知道的小孩。

饭桌上 Abigail 甚至无视 Finney 的说话直接扭头去称赞 Tallie 做的水果馅饼很好吃，这时候如果细心留意会发现两个丈夫的脸色并不好看。

从 Tallie 家回来后，Abigail 开始对 Tallie 跟她丈夫的感情产生疑问，同时开始对她们两人之间似是而非的感情也感到迷茫。

生日当天，Tallie 送上 Abigail 期待已久的地图册，丈夫给不到你的东西，我给你，再次感叹 Tallie 真的太会撩妹了，定情信物实锤。

看到Tallie 脚冻僵了，Abigail 二话不说主动地提出给她取暖。

这时Abigail 第一次主动试探 Tallie 跟丈夫的关系，一开始却得到无棱两可的回答。

Tallie 看着 Abigail，Abigail 不经意把紧张的心思用到了 Tallie 的脚丫上，Tallie 会意一笑，说出不想忍受 Finney 的刻薄，也说出因为自己生不出孩子所以丈夫跟她在一起时并不快乐，就孩子展开哭诉，后来又借机试探得知 Abigail 跟丈夫的性生活并不和谐，因为 Abigail 还没出失去孩子的悲伤中走出来，而Abigail也清楚 Tallie 跟丈夫相处并不愉快。

遭遇大风雪后的日子，两人多天没见，就连 Abigail 的丈夫都看出了她的失落与担心，并吐槽她。

但纵使多日来思念再深，Abigail 还是静静等待 Tallie 的到来，并没有想过主动去找她。

当见到 Tallie 出现，Abigail 一扫多天的沉闷，随之笑逐颜开起来，这是终于等到爱人到来的窃喜。

再次见面两人明显在肢体上的接触增多了，且自然大方。

多日频繁见面的场景，小两口的眼神间充满性吸引力，幸福与甜蜜满溢屏幕，两人的感情也在这欢乐的氤氲中默默升华。

Tallie 总是不忘赞美 Abigail，可能看到喜欢的人被撩到露出羞涩的笑，便可以高兴一整天吧

（这个场景中 Tallie 一直处于阳光下，而 Abigail 则一直背对阳光，在拍摄手法上，导演是否也想借此表达她们的性格对比呢？

）

不难发现，每一次都是 Tallie 主动去找 Abigail，跟她一起做家务，两人的性格表现截然不同。

（攻受分明？

）从台词中也可以看出， Tallie 有着追求自由的向往之心，而 Abigail 却甘于现状，这个在后面两人野餐时的“笼中鸟”对话更是可以明确看出对比。

另外，片中出现两人沉默不语的场景，我在想导演也许就是想表达 —— 和喜欢的人在一起，就算不说话，默默在一旁陪伴也觉得很开心吧！

当然，此时的两人处于暧昧微妙的关系中，都不敢戳破那层说不清道不明的薄纱。

然而，还是 Tallie作出主动出击，多天不见后，Tallie 再次来到 Abigail 家，坐在椅子上的她心潮起伏，紧张却又假装镇定的说出告白。

突如其来的告白让 Abigail 羞涩的扭过头，Tallie 窃喜，继而投其所好再抛出一句诗，真的浪漫透顶了。

此场景的性吸引力在 Tallie 起伏的胸脯中已经缓缓铺开，张力在她靠近 Abigail 的那刻释放。

她不再畏缩，而是一再逼Abigail 直面她们之间的感情。

表明心意后，两人经过几次在亲吻边缘中来回疯狂试探之后，终于修成正果。

（此处两人的互动太美，必须观看正片，回味无穷。

）

"You smell like a biscuit." 估计是全片中最可爱的情话了，而且在我看来性意味十足（香香的饼干，想必该有多好吃呀～）。

在 Tallie 踉跄离开后，Abigail 流下了激动的泪水，相信此时的她内心必定惊喜若狂，悸动不已才有了全片中经典的三连叹！

在等待 Tallie 到来的时间里，Abigail 满心期待打开门，丈夫早已意识到妻子的笑容不属于他。

每次看到 Dyer 吐槽，都觉得又可悲又可笑，但不得不说他真是个头放绿光的绝世好丈夫。

之后见面的两人丝毫不再按耐和克制自己对彼此的渴求。

（这是什么虎狼之词？

还大条道理！

真有你的，Tallie。

）两人一起后，Tallie 还是觉得 Abigail 对自己若即若离，在追求自由的价值观上，她们并没有达成一致。

Abigail 愿为囚中鸟，她甚至认为在笼中也能积极享受快乐，Tallie 则表示从来都不喜欢被囚禁。

没有什么是一个吻解决不了的，一个不行就两个，Tallie 始终是较为勇敢的那个，她的吻强烈地索求着，她希望得到同样的回应。

两人以吻结束这一价值观的碰撞。

然而，Abigail 真的是太慢热了，与其说慢热，倒不如说是迟钝。

这时候两人的爱在我看来并没有同步。

在此插入关于两人的造型含义讨论。

在我看来，从两人的造型上也有对人物性格刻画的体现，Abigail 一直都是绑着头发，即使半散着头发，刘海还是会鬓起小辫子，似乎暗喻她一直处于传统束缚中生活，而 Tallie 则几乎一直以散发形象出现，面对 Abigail 时整个人轻松自在。

另外一点，Tallie总是穿颜色明亮的衣服，Abigail 则以暗色居多，就仅在跟 Tallie 独自外出时才穿得比较亮，性格上的对比不言而喻。

到此，剧情开始进入转折。

（不想心疼的你可以止步于此了）从Abigail 的控诉中我们可以看出女子在当时的地位有多低，仅能作为父权社会的附属品而存在，在传统家教中成长的Abigail 学会了循规蹈矩，听话似乎是她活着的出路，但这时候的她对桎梏发出质疑，心境有所转变，试图挣脱牢笼。

另一方面，Tallie 的偏执控制狂丈夫对她经常长时间外出感到怀疑，他暗暗怀疑妻子出轨（只是万万没想到是出柜），说她是自私的妓女，用《旧约》规范妻子的言行，对 Tallie 进行禁足，从中也可以看出 Finney 有暴力倾向，试图家暴Tallie 。

Abigail 随后因为Tallie 多日没有造访而心生担忧，她没有勇气踏进她家，但已经鼓足勇气踏出家门，在远处用望远镜眺望屋中的 Tallie ，这是第一次她为了 Tallie 变得勇敢，然而怯懦再一次让 Abigail 后退。

直到再一次家庭聚餐时，餐桌中，Finney面不改色地在外人面前以“无子”为由对妻子Tallie提出控诉，说着“孩子是我们家庭中唯一的痛”时，眼神冷酷无情，没有一丝丝对妻子的怜悯，只有以受害者身份对妻子无情的责怪。

Abigail 终于有所意识到 Tallie 处于非常紧张的家庭关系中，甚至被家暴（掐脖子），她勇敢提出质疑，但 Tallie 却没有透露更多（轻轻唱一句：多得是你不知道的事）。

到底为什么Tallie要隐瞒呢？

此刻不该是最好的呼救时刻吗？

此处对 Tallie 的心理猜测提出疑问 —— 为什么她不愿意告诉 Abigail 真相？

是因为她不想她们俩的关系被发现？

还是她足够了解 Abigail，认为她没有勇气去改变这一切，甚至带着她离开？

（欢迎讨论）

Tallie 久无音讯之后，Abigail 第一次，主动去找她，却发现人去房空，留下一片布满血迹的手帕，她非常担心 Tallie 的安危，她用鸦片酊麻醉自己，终日惶恐难以入睡。

几个月过去，好不容易等来了爱人的信，初吻后 Abigail 的三连叹有多惊魂未定，Tallie 喊的这三声 Abigail 就有多无能为力，当中夹杂着多少心酸、思念和无奈啊。

很想放开一切奔向你，可是却只能给你留下这封信，写着满满的对不起。

搬到不毛之地后的 Tallie 在信中说道：这段日子我过的日子比任何其他的女人都不如，呼应丈夫脱裤子这个场景，我们不难得知，Tallie 在这段时间里无疑成了丈夫泄愤的工具。

他带着她搬到荒无人烟的地方，拒绝她与外界接触，依然对她进行无情的控制，就连她的信件都毫不留情的读出来，此时的 Tallie 已经失去了在这个家庭中的尊严和地位，她无法反抗。

她在信中说到她并不会因为威胁而选择到这个不毛之地，而是为保留所爱之人的幸福和声誉才做出这样的选择，她所爱之人，应该就是 Abigail 吧，那是不是就可以解开我前面的疑惑，她正是因为不想破坏 Abigail 现有的一切而选择不反抗跟随丈夫离开？

Tallie 的心声看得我揪心……

Tallie 是被丈夫毒死的，丈夫抱着她跳舞，她的手逐步无力垂下。

You are my city of joy.You are my city of joy.You are my city of joy.（相信是有第三句的，但她已经说不出来了……）

原本紧绷的琴弦随着 Abigail 的一声 “NO！

” 一触即断，留下痛切心扉而绝望的悲鸣在耳边回响，还有那颗摇摇欲坠、千疮百孔的破碎心灵。

此刻我的心也跟着 Abigail 悬浮在空荡荡的空间里，随之碎落一地。

这种失去，难以言表，我甚至连哭都哭不出来。

镜头闪回两人历历在目的美好时光，回忆有多甜，此刻就有多痛。

你的离去，让我的世界黯然失色。

你的离去，将带我坠落无底深谷。

你的离去，徒留回忆和想象与我共度余生。

也许，正是这种意难平将身为观众的我们拉近一个悲伤的漩涡里，久久不能平复……