外星房客

平淡的本子 确是深深的记忆点
泪目泪目 钢琴声动听 和故事完美相融
Hold my hands,It's clean. 结尾还放大招的台词

想起来看过的熔炉 最后大概有这样的话 ：我们努力生活 不是为了改变世界 而是为了不让世界改变我们。

住在货车里的老太太 本来人生轨迹是和音乐相伴 却因为时代的不可控 因为善良的人本就要比其他人活得辛苦 而落魄逃亡 将宿命寄予窄小的货车。珍惜这个可以按照自由意志去生活的时代。

作家真的是个好人 原本的三个月 慢慢变成十五年 他和老太太相互救赎 相互关怀着 。我们现在好好的生活着 但生命总会消逝 坦诚一点 多一点善意 总是好的。there is no such thing as marking time and that time marks you.

骗子 谁分到喜剧类的 哭太多了……

当时看预告的时候就很期待这片，直到某一天翻了IMDB才意识到原来Alan Bennett大手一挥历史系男生们全员都跑来客串了。想想离History Boys已经过去了十年还真有点reunion的意思，这片一上映不知又要勾起多少迷妹迷姨们怀旧的小心思。
之前有幸在LFF期间看了首映，每个历史系男孩/老师出场的时候我都像是被彩蛋砸到一样傻乐呵，然而想起当时坐的位置只要扭头就能看到坐在观众席里的Samuel Barnett和男友更觉得不可思议。

于是赶在英国上映的这天努力回忆了下历史男孩们扮演的角色，有不准确的欢迎补充~

Jamie Parker - Scripps
房产中介，只给了远景和背影，完全靠声音辨识。
-->没想到正式上映版重新剪辑了加了两个近景镜头【。

Dominic Cooper - Dakin
演员，性格还是那个Dakin。

James Corden - Timms
小商贩，小胖混出头了同样是客串只有他出现在了海报上，他客串的那段还出现在了预告片里。

Samuel Anderson - Crowther
完全记不清了，但是Anderson当晚去了首映还在我History Boys剧本上画了个signature自画像，说是跟Alan爷爷学的。

Russell Tovey - Rudge
Alan Bennett的小情人，小狼这次戴的假发可是酷炫。

Samuel Barnett - Posner
邻居，一个unemployed actor，看完电影出来三苗还特别贫地说你看我出现在正片里啦！他们没把我的部分剪掉！

Sacha Dhawan - Akhtar
义工医生。

Andrew Knott - Lockwood
接miss sherperd去day centre的护工。

Stephen Campbell Moore - Mr. Irwin
Alan妈妈的医生，之前问Stephen他说自己演了个医生就一句台词，事实上，还是有好几句的。另外Stephen的家属Claire Foy也来友情客串了，就是给奶奶送大衣的那个义工。

Clive Merrison - Headmaster
去教堂路上遇到的路人。
-->正式版这里也改了成了在忏悔室遇到的人。

Francis de la Tour - Dorothy
邻居Ursula，Francis奶奶演的可是正经八本的supporting role。

Geoffrey Steatfeild - Mr. Irwin
Alan的情人，最后看到Geoffrey特别惊喜。04年底NT History Boys revival时原卡Irwin的演员Stephen已经签了几部电影，于是在其他卡司保留的情况下找了Geoffrey来演了一季的Irwin，所以情感上说他也算半个原卡。

性格孤僻怪异的流浪老妇人
人格分裂胆小自私的独居作家

看似冷漠难处的两个人却在无形中彼此"相依"15载
恶臭满天的气味 随处乱丢的大便
这些常人几于不忍的事物
却可以成为一个洁癖作家的生活常态

曾经那样优雅美丽 一身鹅黄的连衣裙
静坐在教堂的钢琴前
灵动的旋律在指尖跳转
本该是一生高贵优雅
然而命运作弄
她误以为自己肇事杀了人
屈从了自己一时的懦弱胆怯
却一生逃亡不定 隐姓埋名
无数次的祷告 无数次的忏悔
她认定自己罪孽深重 本该一世肮脏
因此她拒绝同情 拒绝关心 拒绝相处
怕不是因为她性格乖张
只是不愿那丑恶与污秽染了旁人
行之将近
她沐浴更衣 梳发焕容
沉浸在一室鹅黄的夕阳中
缓缓移至钢琴前
颤巍的双手抚摸着整齐的琴键
琴曲声扬 回响心田
一曲声终 洗尽铅华
她在作家即将转身离去时喊了他的名字
恳请他握着自己的手
她说这次是干净的
最后一次
带着最后的尊严和感激
以自己的方式
做离别的宣言
然后
悄然离去

「Boa constrictors in the street, peacocks on the wall. It seems that both at the northern and southern gates of my life stands a deluded woman.」


「There were few occasions on which one saw her genuinely happy, and one of these was when she was putting paint on.」


「If you choose to live like this, it's what you must expect. → I didn't choose. I was chosen.」


「Good-nature, or what is often considered as such, is the most selfish of all virtues; it is nine times out of ten mere indolence of disposition. <On Good-Nature> by William Hazlitt from 'The Round Table' (1816)」


「This is London. Nobody thinks anything.」


「It's like a fairy story. A parable, in which the guilty is gulled into devising a sentence for someone innocent only to find it is their own doom they have pronounced.」


「That was what God wanted. And that I'd been told before. I said, couldn't I just play some hymns for us to sing to? And she said that was arguing. And I'd never make a nun if I argued.」


「You write about her all the time, one way or anoter. You use your mother.
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That's what writers do.
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Me next, I suppose.」


「You don't understandably resent it when the professionals lend a hand.
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No, though I resent it when the professionals turn up every three months or so and try to tell me what this woman, whom I have coped with on a daily basis for the past 15 years, is like.
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What is she like?
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Mary, as you call her, is a bigoted, blinkered, cantankerous, devious, unforgiving, self-serving, rank, rude, car-mad cow. Which is to say nothing of her flying faeces and her ability to extrude from her withered buttocks turds of such force that they land a yard from the back of the van and their presumed point of exit.」


「Mr. Bennett. Mr. Bennett. That social worker wanted to know my next of kin. I don't want my next of kin broadcast, so I said I didn't have any. Only, they're in this envelope. And you keep it under your hat.」


「The chair goes up on a lift. And in this small ascension, when she slowly rises above the level of the garden wall, there is a vagabond nobility about her. A derelict Nobel Prize winner, she looks, her grimy face set in a kind of resigned satisfaction.」


「Music. How are people supposed to avoid it? You see, I had it at my fingertips. I had it in my bones. I could play in the dark. Had to sometimes. And the keys were like rooms. C major and D minor. Dark rooms and light rooms. Just like a mansion to me, music. Only it worried me, that playing came easier than praying. And I said this, which may have been an error.
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Said to whom?
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My confessor. He said that was another vent the devil could creep through. So, he outlawed the piano. Put paid to music generally. Said dividends would accrue in terms of growth of the spirit. Which they did. They did.」


「Mr.Bennett? Hold my hand. It's clean.」


「It is a van no longer. It is a sepulchre. Even now, I do not venture into this evil-smelling tomb. But I feel cheated that the discovery of the body has not actually been mine and that having observed so much for so long. I'm not the first to witness her death. Now, in quick succession, come the doctor, the priest and men from the undertaker's, all of whom do what no one else has done for 20 years. Namely, without pause and seemingly without distaste, step inside the van.」


「Mr. Bennett? I came into your drive for three months and I stayed for 15 years! Mr. Bennett? Do you know what that is? It's the last laugh.」


「Well, she wanted an ascension. Let's answer her prayers. Stand by, Miss Mary Teresa Shepherd, late of 23 Gloucester Crescent. Up you go.」


「Starting out as someone incidental to my life, she remained on the edge of it so long, she became not incidental to it at all. As homebound sons and daughters looking after their parents think of it as just marking time before their lives start, so, like them, I learned there is no such thing as marking time and that time marks you. In accommodating her and accommodating to her, I find 20 years of my life has gone. This broken-down old woman, her delusions, and the slow abridgement of her life, with all its vehicular permutations, these have been given to me to record.」


「What I've learnt, and maybe she taught me, is that you don't put yourself into what you write. You find yourself there.」


「Have a bit more in my life. I might even start living. That's the end of the story. It might make a play. What do you think?
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Now I'm here, I think you should stop talking to yourself.」


「Gloucester Crescenrt has had many notable residents, but none odder or more remarkable than Miss Mary Shepherd, to whom we dedicate this blue plaque today.」


「MISS M.T. SHEPHERD "The Lady in the Van" live here 1974-1989」

Mr Bennet : Shouldn't you say sorry?
Mary: I've no time for sorry.
          Sorry is for God.

Caring is not a word I like, caring is about shit.

The social work: She told me you don't encourage her to get out and lead a more purposeful life and put obstacles in her way.
Mr Bennet: I don't encourage her to think she can become the prime minister. I do encourage her to try and get to the supermarket.
-- Yes. A carer will often feel that....
--Excuse me. May I stop you? Do not call me the carer. I am not the carer. I hate caring. I hate the thought. I hate the word. I do not care, and I do not care for. I am here, she is there. There is no caring.

Mr Bennet: Mary, as you call her, is bigoted, blinkered, cantankerous, devious, unforgiving, self-serving, rank, rude, car-mad cow.