赞美虚无 In Praise of Nothing(2017)
简介：
- 这是一部有关“虚无”的讽刺纪录片。电影中，“虚无”被拟人化为一个虚构的讲述者，厌倦了被人误解，于是离家出走，第一次也是最后一次来和我们聊天。“虚无”承诺，它只有揭露了社会中所有的愚蠢、弱点以及失败，并证明了它的好意之后，才会“回家”。“虚无”的名字或许没那么有潜力，但它仍然是个有进取心的角色。它穿越世界各处来见我们，对它的所见品头论足，思考生与死、文明和政治的妄念、男人与女人的关系以及生命的意义。在简单的旁白中，它试图让我们相信它所发挥的自然、必要又具有建设性的作用。正如“虚无”所说，这是个包罗万象的愿景。
演员：
影评：
今年上影节看的第一部电影，非常喜欢。这是一部关于虚无的纪录片，影片中，“虚无”被拟人化，成为了一个虚构的叙述者。厌倦了被误解，它决定离开家，来到我们的世界，第一次也是最后一次与我们交谈。它相信它比我们更了解我们自身——我们生活中的盲目，天性中的弱点，我们的社会中那些愚蠢滑稽的东西，它都了然于心。
带着好奇和戏谑的心理，“虚无”在不同国度中穿梭，即是观察者，也是参与者，通过简洁的旁白，时不时对它的所见所闻做出评价。它思考生与死、文明的幻觉、爱情的本质、以及生命的意义，同时半心半意地试图说服我们它对我们的存在必不可少，它是我们的一部分，而我们也属于它。
很喜欢影片的形式。“虚无”的独白像一首由画面和语言组成的长诗，总是踩着韵脚，语调轻松诙谐，有时谈得不着边际，有时又很富有哲理。冰原上风吹散了堆起的雪、村庄里的孩子们试图拉动一匹固执的马、繁忙的都市里红灯熄灭，又亮起，人们一时行动，一时静止……镜头与镜头之间的切换看似不着边际，实际上却以一种象征、隐喻的方式，与虚无的话语相互呼应。
俯瞰着一条靛蓝色的河流分成两条支叉，虚无说：“'如果'，是一个空间，'为何'……是时间，在你快乐或者死去的时候，这两者都一文不值。”看着高墙上一扇窗台上摆满鲜花的小窗，它想：“我对历史只有一个疑问：不是为什么在大屠杀之后还能有诗歌，而是为什么在诗歌之后，还会有大屠杀？”
影片没有明显的结构，完全意识流，仿佛虚无真的是在漫无目的地四处走走看看，但并不显得松散。导演巧妙地用另一重旁白把“虚无”的长诗分割成许多片段，比如“虚无缩了缩它的腰带”；“对自己越来越不满意，虚无试图让自己变得有用”，又幽默又起到了控制节奏的作用，很聪明。音乐也是影片中一大亮点，明快活泼的节奏中和了虚无对人间丧丧的评价，很好地调节了影片整体的氛围。
在虚无眼中，我们是什么样的呢？它似乎既能理解我们，又不能理解我们。它理解人们为自身的渺小和人生的短暂而忧愁，却不满人们把它当成造成自己精神上的痛苦的元凶，厌倦了作为存在的对立面，一次又一次成为人类堕落、崩溃、互相杀戮、和自我毁灭的借口。它说：“别把世事艰难都赖在我头上，我所做的唯一一件事情，就是允许你们在我的后院里玩耍。”它抱怨人们把世间的一切都划分成了私有财产，它疑惑如果一张照片能够储藏回忆，那么过剩的照片有什么意义？它惊讶人类把俗世的庸常统统当真，粒子与反粒子总是在相互取消，男人和女人干嘛还要劳神相爱？
虚无也思考自己与人类的关系：美国人忙着将它打包贩售，在无穷无尽的市场上营销着虚假和泡沫；亚洲人忙着克隆虚无，尽管他们最先信仰与虚无同为一体，却早已迷失在了生产千篇一律的自我之中；阿拉伯人试图重新驯服虚无，即然存在真主，世间的一切就都有意义，他们的真理却建立在对他人的唾弃上；欧洲人还在讨论该拿虚无怎么办，在一轮又一轮的议会里，自以为掌握了独一无二的崇高；至于世界上其他的人，他们依然信仰着虚无，向它寻求答案和帮助。
对所有人，虚无都给出了它的评价和忠告。用泡沫来换取刺激只能获得更多麻痹；能够生产一切，不代表能够生产意义；尽情宣传你们的魔法吧，但尊重那些不感兴趣的人；接受你们的局限性，抛下你们的优越感，否则你们将成为自身失败的殖民地；剩下的人，坚持自己的道路才能避免成为错误的附庸。
除了对人们评头论足，虚无也亲自尝试了许多人类的经历，它去应聘，它坠入爱河，它对自己的价值产生焦虑，它开了一个探讨男女关系的博客，它出了名，它被资本主义抓住，又逃脱，它四处亮相，然而其实，它早已无所不在。终于，在即将结束这一切冒险时，它这样形容它自己：“一个巴洛克极简主义者，一个愤世嫉俗的乐天派，一个温柔的施虐狂，一个将就的完美主义者。”一个矛盾体，不属于这里，也不属于哪里，它试图逃离自己，却最终失败。存在与虚无，是两个问题，指向同一个答案。
“Everything and nothing converge in a vanishing point, which is itself another starting point. ”
观看这部影片，像随着一条河流沉沉浮浮，明亮的音乐，空旷镜头中的山丘、湖泊、工厂、草原、人群，诗意诙谐的语言，与虚无本身，它的在场，这一切组合在一起，有一种原始的动人力量。片中有很多简洁精彩又富有哲学意味的句子，混杂着玩笑和俏皮话，一段接着一段，几乎消化不过来，看的时候努力地想记下来，然而看完之后剩下的不多，都在记忆中褪色了。
虚无作为抽象概念，就像冰川、矿脉、和银河，仅仅是想到它们的亘古和旷阔，都能带来一种古老的颤栗，那是有限的此在对一切大于自身事物的向往和恐惧。而牵扯到具体的社会现象，虚无又常常揭示出现代生活荒诞滑稽的一面：无限膨胀的欲望、对各种虚假刺激的沉溺、自我的空虚等等。这样的题材很容易拍得要么过于沉重要么讽刺性过强，但这部影片利用很好地避免了这种印象。拟人化的虚无，不是一个高高在上的评判者，而是一个老朋友，它既超脱又迷茫，试图理解我们，也试图向我们解释它自身，它的疑惑和埋怨虽然暗含讽刺，但也有一种温情。
不过影片也有一个比较明显的缺点，有一些镜头画面以及蒙太奇的剪辑可以更有视觉冲击的地方，主要是靠音乐和旁白来营造感染力。如果没有了音乐和旁白，画面本身就会显得有些单薄了。
总体来说，这部影片还是很有新意，也很有勇气的。很喜欢它给出的建议：不必抵抗或者试图摆脱虚无，也不必对虚无感到恐惧，虚无是存在不可分割的另一面，不妨"embrace it daily, like a trendy new fitness."
在影片的公开资料里找到了剧本（），摘了几段喜欢的旁白，感觉单纯当成诗来读也挺有意思的：
All I knew about love
was from letters that were never sent.
All I knew about faith
was from scavenging leftovers of dissent.
All I knew about you
was from things that you didn’t do.
The words you never said. The books you never read.
The ideas you never picked up. The possibilities you never knew.
Live a balanced depression, consume your fate;
Do what you’re told to like, don’t be late;
Blend your virtues and sins, insure your rise and fall;
Hang on to your future and broadcast it all.
Not to be or to be?
Why bother in all this banality?
If... is a space, why... is time.
When you are happy or dead, neither is worth a dime.
I have proven to myself that my opposite is possible, and that the two are actually compatible.
Everything and Nothing converge in a vanishing point, which is itself another starting point...
How’s that
for a borderline checkpoint?!
Philosophers, priests, scientists, astronauts, I challenge you to a duel down in the footnotes.
You ‘saved’ the world so many times it has grown immune, restoring it right is costing me a fortune.
If this will make your lives more bearable, I can officially proclaim that
quality
passion
curiosity
consciousness and
chocolate crises
are NOT sustainable.
I will also stop subsidizing
forgetting
lying
crying
betting
petting
fleeing
and any other ‘necessary being’.
I further renounce on the idea of my own contingency and on the contingency of reality itself.
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[One day, Nothing runs away
from home, tired of being misunderstood.]
[It crosses 8 mountains and 8 seas…
...[and arrives in our lost valley.]
Finally-
our first
date.
Not sure if I came
early
or late.
I've got so much to tell you
but I'm still wondering how.
I don't wanna suck up to you
nor make you bow.
There has never been a less exciting time
to be behind a camera,
on that I agree,
so let's set up this game
a little bit differently.
We will skip talking heads
and expert analysis,
special effects and
cultural paralysis.
No classic twists,
no money shots,
no side characters,
no subplots.
No saving the world,
no noble pretentions,
just portraits of you and me
in everyday situations.
And a few lines of comments
to frame the debate,
just to make sure
that you will bite the bait.
[Nothing slides down a blank page
and descends among us.]
But who am I to say "I" or "we"?
Am I really Nothing
or just my ego's mercenary?
They say I can only be
hinted at and never shown
unlike any other thing
currently unknown.
But I am actually there in every shot.
If you bother to find me.
If you don't,
imagine that what you see
is what I see.
Or just enjoy the scenery
and let your mind roam freely.
And don't worry -
I certainly won't take it personally.
[Nothing adjusts its belt.]
I know I shouldn't start
my sentences with "I"
and they warned me
not to ask too much "why"
but I think it's nice
to be an "I" who asks "why"
so I will try.
I came from God knows where
but I too now want everything quickly.
Can't believe I'm losing my patience
after being used to eternity.
Seems like I've caught
a typical local malady -
some strange sense of entitlement
has gotten hold of me.
I suddenly feel I deserve more
than I deserved previously
and I get bothered so easily,
even my brand new self-image
is ashamed of me.
I don't flinch at global misery
but I get disturbed significantly
by a stray bee
that invades my privacy.
By a fat person that
dares to walk in front of me.
By unsupervised
children playing loudly.
By dishes that don't wash
themselves instantly.
By a telephone that rings persistently.
By the size of my best friend's salary.
By the slightest awareness
of my own hypocrisy...
I don't know how to deal with this,
I hope that it's just temporary.
I almost wish that
someone had warned me,
but I guess that would have spoiled
the wisdom
of discovery.
[Nothing admits its knowledge of our world
used to be exactly opposite to ours.]
All I knew about love
was from letters that were never sent.
All I knew about faith
was from scavenging leftovers of dissent.
All I knew about you
was from things that you didn't do.
The words you never said.
The books you never read.
The ideas you never picked up.
The possibilities you never knew.
Now I see I have a lot to catch up.
Don't you?
[We don't - and Nothing starts
to feel rather unwelcome.]
I feel stalked.
I feel like a Stalker.
I wanted to help,
but you are boycotting my offer.
Confusion,
depression,
emptiness,
delusion,
obsession,
loneliness...
You are wrong to accuse me
for every line in your psychiatric history.
Sorry,
there's no shortcut out of purgatory.
No V.I.P.,
no duty-free,
no return policy,
no money-back guarantee -
Just a few lucky stars
and your own personal gravity.
Cruising altitude is a mirage,
the battle rages on,
whatever the paysage.
So don't blame me
when things get hard,
all I am doing
is letting you play in my backyard.
[Nothing is starting to get judgmental.]
I understand that it is hard to live
either with or without opinions,
alone among billions,
on a tiny star surrounded by trillions.
All your hopes of
persisting and transcending
end up in anti-climactic forgetting.
All your efforts to leave a mark
become at best
someone else's spark.
Realizing how small and
insignificant you are
cannot be compensated
by the size of your car,
a big tab at the bar,
a sexy avatar,
a smashed guitar
or one last cigar.
All I know is that you are afraid,
that your parking is paid,
that you want to get laid,
and that beyond this
your brain is marmalade.
[The truth is that Nothing is just as confused as we are,
but it eventually succeeds at grasping human nature.]
Live a balanced depression.
Consume your fate.
Do what you're told to like.
Don't be late.
Blend your virtues and sins.
Insure your rise and fall.
Hang on to your future
and broadcast it all.
[Yet Nothing remains sympathetic to our
weaknesses, and even adopts a few on its own.]
I like sweating.
I like doubting.
I like cabaret.
I like tabouleh.
I like worn out shoes.
I like prison blues.
I like rakija
more than wine.
I like beauty.
Not necessarily great beauty,
medium is fine.
And I have only one
thing to say to History:
The question is not
how can there be poetry after Holocausts,
but how can there be Holocausts
after poetry?!
[Inspired, Nothing tries to adapt,
but things don't go so smoothly.]
I slid into a lake
which was perfectly quiet,
but they kicked me out
because all the lakes
are now private.
I forged a bicycle path
across a new scenery
but I crashed miserably
when I tried to do it hands free.
I decided to travel light
but I ran out of clean underwear
the very first night.
I endured pain
in front of my buddies
but the girl went for the one
with more monies.
I reminded friends
of things that were free
but they turned each of them
into a profitable industry.
I wanted to help people
anonymously
but the cops shot at me.
I tried to do everything
and then something
and then
anything
but it's hard to succeed
when you are Nothing.
[Yet Nothing feels too
proud to go on welfare.]
I think I am the ideal candidate
for this job because...
I feel like a contemporary of
all the great minds in history
and a resident of the most
photogenic places on earth.
I think good and evil can't exist
without each other, and change,
even small change is what keeps
our minds and economies squirt.
I have no future, no past,
no friends and no money
but I'm paying for your virtues
and your attempts to be funny.
I am great at managing time
and I can always jump in
when someone forgets their line.
Team work is my specialty -
the greater the challenge,
the more you can count on me.
I'm willing to relocate
much more than you can anticipate
and I will outdate
even your youngest candidate.
I'm persistent, resistant,
always available,
malleable, reliable,
never failable -
I even know how the world will end and...
everything else that you couldn't have planned.
[No replies.]
I stole a tomato from a field in Italy
and it still tasted like shit.
In prison I tamed an ant
but nobody could see it.
I meditated for 62 years
but not a tourist would tip.
I tried not to care about the competition
but ends-of-months made me flip.
I shared all my possessions
until the white men said stop.
I empathized with nature
but birds and bugs ate my crop.
I lived up to what I believed in
until I broke bad.
I spent all my life doing good
then I became mad.
[For reasons not apprehendable to Man, Nothing
keeps talking in rhyme, all the time.]
Not to be
or to be?
Why bother in all this banality?
"If"
is a space.
"Why"
is time.
When you are happy or dead
neither is worth a dime.
If pictures create memories,
what does a surplus of pictures create?
The future of shopping will not be to buy
but to eliminate.
When your wife and kids want
something more than a full stomach
take away something they already have
then give it back.
The most elegant gesture
of the human body
is the act of refraining from action.
The most elegant gesture
of the human mind
is avoiding distraction.
What do you mean -
I shouldn't talk, shouldn't formalize?
Shouldn't suggest answers,
shouldn't verbalize?
Too easy.
Insist on any armimal or tree
and get philosophy?
Make any shot too lengthy
and get poetry?!
Fit your screenplay on a napkin
and claim humility?!
Film simple people uncritically
and redeem modernity??
Fuck that, baby.
We're beyond that.
Maybe.
OK, I agree.
Maybe it's just me.
Maybe I'm just a sarcastic old fuck
and life is as sweet as
you would like it to be.
[Soon after, of course,
Nothing falls in love.]
Throw me a glove,
cry me a dove,
earthly love
is impossible love.
Particles and anti-particles
keep cancelling each other.
Why would then men & women bother?
Can't live with each other,
can't do without,
cool off
or burn out.
Your children will sell you
for a faster telephone.
Your parents, for the right
to be alone.
Your partner, for a new hormone.
You like strawberry,
she likes quantumberry.
She wants to marry,
you want Tom & Jerry.
Faithful or not,
always an idiot.
The casting
rarely matches the plot.
[Nothing's promiscuity draws international attention.
Americans spend a fortune trying to buy Nothing:]
"Listen,"
we know you're right
but we can't let you win.
Come work for us
and become the ultimate sin.
Our policy is simple:
Decide & conquer.
We don't even hide it,
we are raw power.
Your job will be to generate fear
so that demand always beats supply
at the end of the year.
In the meantime,
we'll bullet-proof the boutique,
assimilate all critique,
spread freedom with our armed forces,
trade entertainment for natural resources
and blackmail the world
with paper value
"until the last patch of our lies
becomes true."
To this I replied
with the following defence:
Thank you, dear friends,
you are my favorite clients.
But in your Disneyland of the free,
allow me to disagree -
You are too fat
to fit my glass menagerie.
What you are imposing on your subjects
is a wrong therapy -
charging them for the placebo that is.
- Money.
OK, the pills and thrills and frills
but life shouldn't be printed
on fake dollar bills.
People would love
to try your dream
but only at their own steam.
Work to live,
not live to work.
Press pause,
smell the cork.
There's nothing scary on a blank wall
nor in living life
without a lucrative goal.
And talking about fear -
you're the ones
who should play the main role.
At the rate at which
you suck everything in,
you are this planet's
black hole.
[Asians try to clone Nothing:]
"Listen,"
you're one of us
and you've always been.
We were the first to treat you
as our next of kin.
Numbers always work out
to our advantage,
nevermind our
limited sleeping mileage.
We make up one half of the planet,
just wait 'til we all
discover the internet.
We have 99 ideograms for Nothing
and 69 holograms for vagina,
even the Emperor's new clothes
are now made in China.
Let us mass-produce you
with our 12D printers,
with special pricing
for early-bird hipsters.
Too late now to erase the ego -
"now it must be pleased
or face vertigo."
To this I replied
with the following defence:
Thank you numerous friends,
I owe you my licence.
I understand my position
is central to your being
but you know that on an absolute level
I neither oppose nor support anything.
I appreciate the elegance
of your calligraphy,
the spirituality of your tea ceremony,
the negative space in your painting,
your meditations on the verge of fainting,
your practical tips about breathing,
your casual flirting with non-being...
But with all due respect to your might,
just because you can do everything
doesn't mean that you are right.
What you need, I think,
is to practice Kama Sutra
in a version that's
a bit more platonic.
Unite with the cosmos
in any single pixel
but sustain your lust
against every daily tickle.
Learn to let go off your omnipotence.
Take seriously your vow of balance.
And if other powers
want to make you sway,
don't worry.
Bruce Lee is alive
and he's on his way.
[Arabs try to re-tame Nothing:]
"Listen,"
you know that we are right,
no need to wait for the
thousand and first night.
We invented coffee,
clean shave and algebra
and even what would
later become your camera.
We also saved the
classical knowledge of Antiquity
and gave prominent importance
to the notion of virginity.
We've been both cursed
and blessed by nature,
this always results in
an unpredictable mixture.
There's no money now
that we cannot spend.
Our goal is to create life
out of sand.
Welcome to our big
traditional family.
"You'll be treated as our
newest common luxury."
To this I replied
with the following defence:
Thank you honorable friends,
I admire your persistence.
Conjure me from a lamp,
anytime you need my stamp.
History has not treated you gently
but you are also
stretching time vigorously.
You gained my sympathy
by surviving in harsh conditions
but kinda disappointed me
with your current positions.
I don't think you should
impose your point of view,
neither upon the desert
nor upon the likes of you.
Feel free to advertise your alchemy
but don't take anyone else's
for blasphemy.
People won't accept fasting
unless you call it detox -
promises of heaven are already
clogging up their mailbox.
I wish you happy existential battles
in your sand and gold castles.
For anything else,
God have mercy,
but the final bill
is on me.
[Europeans are still discussing
what to do with Nothing:]
"Listen,"
let's first agree that we need
to set up a special committee.
Such a critical development
deserves outmost consideration -
it requires the consent of our entire
dysfunctional confederation.
We must establish a proper
explanatory framework for this question,
otherwise our policy will remain
just a vain suggestion.
Our goal is that everyone
feels they have gained something
"but that we, of course,
remain on top of everything."
To this I replied with
the following defence:
Thank you old friends,
cheers to your eloquence.
You speak most fluently
but your verbal masturbation
fails me.
Dozens of alleged winners
and no proclaimed losers,
seems like you're jumping
into very tight trousers.
I didn't really get your proposal
but I see your frustrations.
Futility should be the subject
of your next strikes and demonstrations.
Condemned to be free
but fearing the freedom of others.
Imitating obnoxiously
your enemies and mothers...
Your noble arrogance
doesn't do it for me -
only tourists can be fooled
by your complex of superiority.
Each nation can be proud
of fragments of its history
but none of its entirety.
And even fewer should claim
any monopoly on morality.
Your reluctance to assimilate me
is in fact a key syndrome
of your drudgery.
Adopt me
or become your own failed colony.
[The rest of world believes
Nothing can help them:]
"Listen,"
we have nothing to offer you,
we just do what we are told to.
Paper-wall democracy
and profits for the few -
they convince you grindingly
that it's good for you.
Sometimes, if we are
particularly good,
they clean our files
and gentrify our mood.
They insist we're not screwed
when they hybridize our food
and dismiss our proud beliefs
as a mere historical interlude.
Deep inside we know
we're nat so autistic
but our reply to this
is either agnostic
or fatalistic.
We feel that we know you
and that we can trust you -
"please advise us,
what should we do?"
To this I replied
with the following stance:
Well, global friends,
it is time to make amends.
Never mind the size of your shoes -
if you want to win,
you must not lose.
If you don't sacrifice yourself
no one will,
kicking history between the legs
requires no special skill.
We're all intelligent in different ways,
there are infinite possibilities
to get out of this maze.
Defend your territory,
both mental and physical,
all it takes is a few authentic,
non-CIA heroes
to set the example.
If that's not exactly you,
here's what else you could do:
Don't give them
what they want to hear -
just ignore them
when they come near.
Don't even bother to
challenge their prejudice,
even acknowledging it
would make you their accomplice.
Over time they will choose
weaker nuts to crack -
resist radically
and never turn back.
[A Russian poet then came to the edge
of the world and spat at Nothing.]
That was actually...
nice!
Thanks twice.
Now I see the power of your brand
and that it is actually
possible to make a stand.
Skip auditions -
dodge tuitions -
discard permissions -
shortcut ignitions -
ignore definitions -
praise intuitions -
invoke contradictions -
embrace oppositions -
and do keep your receipts -
One day I will really wash
all this scum off the streets.
From now on,
every thought must be tight.
It will be 20 tautologies
and 30 euphemisms every night.
Myth-busting for the shy & quiet -
an instant new post-ideological diet.
A smart cold digital heart.
Empathy -
only a la carte.
You're talking to me?
[Once again, Nothing's noble threats
get very little attention.]
Is it me you're talking to?!
Time is shrinking,
the angels are drinking,
the Gods stopped playing
punishment & crime.
Tom Waits is retiring,
deadlines are expiring,
for no one the bells chime.
No matter how you feel touche,
all I say will one day be cliche.
No matter how sleazy,
we will always look up to the bourgeoisie.
And the wind of the north,
freezes my snort.
And the wind from the south,
blows sand in my mouth.
And the wind from the west,
failed the drug test.
And the wind from the east,
I caught
but I missed.
[Desperate, Nothing starts a blog on
tactical pauses during sexual intercourse.]
These were actually
just notes from my diary
but someone took
them very explicitly.
Curved geometry
remains a mystery
unless you study the matter
a bit more deeply.
The intensity of the celebration
is directly proportional
to the period of
abstinence and stimulation.
The pauses between the notes
is what earned me the most votes.
Your preferences
they are like mine,
I heard it through
the grapevine.
Me.
You.
Library.
Now?
Wow!
Wow!
Wow!
Wow!
[But all it took for Nothing's popularity
to explode was one explicit selfie.]
[Success, though, comes at a price.]
Being famous and bitter
is worse than becoming
revolutionary litter.
I got trapped in my own curse -
I kept bullshitting,
but it filled my purse.
Vomiting my rhymes
as the agents advised -
Enough now?
We got prized.
Starring in docu-soaps
about fallen prophets,
baptizing galaxies,
comets and rockets,
Giving silent
motivational speeches,
bleaching sand
on polluted beaches.
Claiming copyright
on creativity in general,
on zero and infinity
and all things ephemeral.
Getting filthy rich
on apparitions of Nothing -
coining notoriously:
"Why something"
instead of...
"anything?"
[Despising itself more and more,
Nothing tries at least to be useful.]
Ha!
Indulgence is very cheap these days
but I have always preferred
my own ways:
Recycling the energy
of fallen enthusiasts -
Licking the wounds
of broken iconoclasts -
Granting sinners
essential silence -
Fine-tuning your
work-and-family balance -
Extending, then shortening
waiting times -
Teaching people tricks
for queuing in lines -
Making them lose
what they would later find -
helping them see
before they go blind -
Discouraging kids
from surplus toys -
Abolishing logos
and violent joys -
Insuring talents
against jury decisions -
Macheting the jungle to
clear space for their visions -
Turning philosophical
when people ask for direction -
Crisis-managing death
to near-perfaction.
Pointing inside
your playboy gaze -
Enamoring you,
without the self-praise -
Making you check twice
before you click SEND -
Stopping movies
10 minutes before they end -
Mixing up price tags of riches and.
[Too late. The industry has
got Nothing by the balls.]
"Mr. Nothing!
Mr. Nothing!"
"Can you describe
a perfectly empty room?"
"Is old too old?"
"Do you have a personal opinion
on top of the corporate one?"
"You claim you came into being
like everyone else -"
by love or misunderstanding.
"What did you mean by 'love'?"
"You refuse to answer where you are
coming from and whether you exist at all.
Can we call you an
'ontological nationalist'?"
"What do you think of the phrase:
'We will sleep together one day,
but not tonight?'"
"We're making a festival of silence -
will you come?"
"Could you confirm that
there's Nothing after death?"
"Is cheap humor the
biggest threat to humanity?"
"Do you have a tattoo?"
[At the height of its popularity,
Nothing decides to step down.]
Ho, ho, ho!
So, so, so!
It's hunting season on the albatross -
Time for me to toss my cross.
A big day today,
mathematics are
finally swinging my way.
I have proven to myself
that my opposite is possible
and that the two
are actually compatible.
Everything and Nothing
converge in a vanishing point
which is itself
another starting point.
How's that
for a borderline checkpoint?!
Philosophers,
priests,
scientists,
astronauts,
I challenge you to a duel
down in the footnotes.
You "saved" the world so mary times
it has grown immune,
restoring it right
is costing me a fortune.
If this will make your
lives more bearable,
I can officially proclaim that
quality,
passion,
curiosity,
consciousness,
and chocolate crises
are NOT sustainable,
I will also stop subsidizing
forgetting,
lying,
crying,
betting,
petting,
fleeing,
and any other 'necessary being'.
I further renounce on the
idea of my own contingency
and on the contingency
of reality itself.
If you don't know what
that means,
lucky you,
you're one happy little self.
[Nothing gives a farewell speech.]
Thank you for your hospitality,
ladies and gentlemen,
I have to go now,
though I have no other plan.
I have learned so much
from you over this weekend
that I couldn't
have hoped for more.
Please excuse me now,
I have other worlds to explore.
More than anything, I will miss
my first piss
and our last kiss.
That's it now.
Nothing phone home.
I'm leaving you as I came,
without a big splash,
taking with me a single thing
- unstained -
and that is...
and that is...
my moustache.
[But Nothing finds no home to go back to, so
it pretends to have a few more things to say.]
Did I just dream that I am you
or did you imagine that you are me?
Was this my or your biography?
I wish I could forget
again what you know
and re-learn what you don't
but the fog of experience
has blurred that battlefront.
A perfect man is inefficient -
A faulty Nothing
is insufficient.
I see now that I don't fit
neither here nor there,
nor for that matter - anywhere.
A baroque minimalist -
a cynical optimist -
a gentle sadist -
an approximate perfectionist -
Pick any contradiction from the list...
If I have tried to run away
from myself,
I have failed.
If I came to pose on your cross,
I never got nailed.
But I have no regrets whatsoever
and no further plan
for I have been both Nothing
and for a while,
a Man.
I tried manhood,
now you try nothingness.
Embrace it daily
like a trendy new fitness.
[The takeaway, if any.]
Actually, there's no real conclusion
to what I had to say.
It's more about what went
through your mind along the way.
I give you back now
the mystery of life.
I'll be fine with the angel's share
and my next wife.
And falling asleep in cinemas,
on books and under trees,
hypnotizing traffic cops
into waiving your fees.
Helping bicycle passengers
keep that smile on their face;
Making kids accelerate
the last few steps to your embrace.
Adding echoes and reverbs
to your inner gospel choirs,
Feeling nostalgic of Buenos Aires
even in Buenos Aires.
And provoking life
in detail and in full;
Hiding in your pocket,
like s Swiss-army tool.
Discarding warnings that
principles are irresponsible;
Speaking in verse
just to prove that it's possible.
Indulging in art
without trying to be smart.
Rhyming, for example,
"fart"
and "fresh start".
Understanding, finally,
my epitaph and legacy:
STAND ON THE SHOULDERS OF NOTHING
AND EVERYTHING THAT COULD BE
I'm not sure if there's
a Japanese word for this.
There probably must be.
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现在有多少人看电影是为了思考？很少。这些人中又有多少看纪录片？就更少了。而这些观众是与我能够产生连接的人，我的电影是为他们拍摄的。《赞美虚无》预告_哔哩哔哩_bilibili《赞美虚无》（In Praise of Nothing)为塞尔维亚导演Boris Mitic的散文诗式的讽刺纪录片，在2017年荷兰阿姆斯特丹国际纪录片电影节（IDFA）的大师环节首映，并在全球多个重量级电影节放映，包括洛加诺电影节、莫斯科电影节、上海国际电影节、萨拉热窝电影节、CPH:DOX等等。影片片名受文艺复兴时期伊拉斯谟的《愚人颂》（In Praise of Folly)启发。
影片中，“虚无”被拟人化为一个虚构的讲述者，厌倦了被人误解，于是离家出走，第一次也是最后一次来和我们聊天。影片中的影像由62位摄影师在70个国家拍摄完成，调研过程更是涵盖了两万多页的文献资料，由卡巴莱大师Pascal Comelade和Tiger Lillies配乐；并由摇滚巨星伊基·波普（Iggy Pop）贡献慵懒而又充满哲思的旁白。
导演Boris Mitic同时也是影片的编剧及摄影师，1977年出生于塞尔维亚南部，拍摄纪录片之前在一些国际媒体工作。2003年，他拍摄了第一部纪录片《Pretty Dyana》，讲述用废弃物改装废弃雪铁龙汽车的吉普赛人的故事，并在IDFA首映，2004年拍摄的《Unmik Titanik》讲述被困在科索沃首都的塞尔维亚家庭的故事。此后他的纪录片便不再关注具体的人物，而是关注“后意识形态”，包括2009年的《再见，你好吗？》（《Goodbye, How Are You?》）以及近期的《赞美虚无》。
Boris Mitic不是一位高产的导演，他认为应该等有想法的时候再去拍。没有拍片的时候，他享受在各地讲课以及和家人共处的时光。感兴趣的同学可以去找找他讲课的视频，他对纪录片从业人员有着非常有趣而生动的观察。
Boris Mitic对纪录片从业人员的观察以下为采访全文，也欢迎访问我们的B站频道（纪录公社）或者扫描二维码观看采访视频片段。
Boris Mitic在家中接受纪录公社的采访与62位摄影师的合作模式
纪录公社：在《赞美虚无》中您与多位摄影师合作，可以分享一下你们的工作流程和合作方式吗？在你的下一部电影中，您还会选择这么做吗？
Boris Mitic：每部电影所采取的电影手段都会有所不同，而在《赞美虚无》这部影片中，从一开始我就知道我会是编剧，我会负责故事的整体走向，但我并不想自己去做摄影师，那样“我”的元素太多了。所以我想从世界各地邀请七位顶级摄影师，他们将代表七种不同的“虚无”的愿景，试着互补地构建具有普遍意义的“虚无”。
一开始我玩了个小把戏，我同时询问他们所有人，并告诉他们另外六位是谁，他们对另外六位都印象深刻，因此他们都同时接受了。但问题是，慢慢地他们意识到拍摄“虚无”责任过于重大，他们开始找各种借口，抱怨设备，说没有时间，他们开始寻求指示。我对他们说：“我不想给出指示，我希望你将你对‘虚无’的想法放入你的文化背景中，将你的个人审美投入其中。”于是，他们放弃了。
随着时间的推移，我来自各个国家的学生开始问我，他们在课间拿出手机给我看，“您觉得这个可以作为’虚无‘的画面吗？“他们的想法非常自由，于是我开始和想玩这个游戏的人一起工作，我的摄影师从7位顶尖摄影师变成了77种不同的乐趣。我邀请很多学生以及我欣赏的摄影师，试图让摄影师尽可能地多样化，他们来自不同的文化背景，拥有不同的审美。我们的工作模式可以分为五个阶段。起初，我给他们完全的创作自由，随后我会给他们越来越多的指示。他们也可以相互讨论拍到的影像，但是没人知道哪个片段是谁拍的。我们只关注影像内容，而不是摄影师的名声地位。
这是一个长期即兴头脑风暴的过程，我们通过线上平台分享和讨论影像的更多可能性。最终，这个方法奏效了，有62位摄影师参与了这部影片。
我会再这样做吗？也许不会，也许会，要看情况。我认为这个答案的关键在于每部电影必须被看作是独特的体验。如果这部电影需要62个摄影师，那就这样做。但有的时候，一台机器就可以完成所有拍摄。这一切都取决于电影。
《赞美虚无》的摄影师与多位摄影师合作，如何保持画面风格统一
纪录公社：与这么多摄影师合作，如何保持风格一致呢？在剪辑的过程中是否需要做很多工作来让他们风格统一？
Boris Mitic：在开始剪辑之前，我一边是文本，一边是2000多个影像。这些影像风格已经一致，它们其实在拍摄过程中已经一定程度上统一了。我们在每个拍摄阶段结束后都会一起讨论，每个镜头中什么是好的，什么是不那么好的，我们从不好的例子中学到了很多。我主要负责安排这些讨论，鼓励大家尝试一些做法。但神奇的是，摄影师们从世界各地发来关于”虚无“的影像具有某种全球普适的人文主义，这些影像非常相似。对我来说，我希望有更多样的影像，而这个主题很自然地将影像带向了一种共同语言。我们为什么会认为我们在文化上会如此的不同，但本质上我们有着相同的情感与哲学。
不过，我认为同样重要的是，电影本身的暗示作用。你要去看一部关于”虚无“的纪录片，作为观众，你已经准备好去玩这个游戏。所以，可能影像并不是那么一致，而是我们的大脑创造出这种一致性。
纪录公社:您提到你有2000多个影像，在最后的成片中您使用了多少个片段呢？
Boris Mitic:应该是280个影像片段。
《赞美虚无》剧照 ©Boris Mitić纪录公社：您是如何定义”虚无“的影像呢？
Boris Mitic:对我来说，“虚无”的影像可以用三种方式来定义。第一种，你可以明确地告诉我素材中的“虚无”，向我解释为什么这是关于”虚无“的影像。第二种，你不知道为什么这是关于”虚无“的影像，你只是感觉到它有关”虚无“。对我来说，这也是可以接受的。第三种则是对”虚无“的主观想法，摄像机是”虚无“的眼睛，”虚无“来到地球，它会看什么呢？这三种都可以是影片中”虚无“的定义。
影片中有关中国的片段
纪录公社：我们也看到一些在中国拍摄的片段，我很好奇你是如何与拍摄这部分的摄影师建立联系的。
Boris Mitic:她是我的一个韩国制片人的女朋友。所有摄影师加入到项目中的故事都是有趣的轶事。有时我会在电影节上遇到一些人，有时完全是巧合，有时是五个人都推荐了同一个人。
最后，她给我发了20个影像，都拍得很好。影片中有很多片段，你可能也不知道那是在中国拍摄的。这也是我的想法，我不想让素材看起来带有太明显的地域标签。举个例子，有一棵在暴风雨中的树，它是在中国拍摄的，但你可以在任何地方拍摄到这个画面。但是她呈现的方式，在我收到的那一刻，我和这个影像产生强烈的共鸣，所以我把它加到了这部电影中。
《赞美虚无》剧照 ©Boris Mitić但总体来说，我遗憾没能花更长的时间去制作这部影片，没有一个更大的团队，没有和摄影师就每个镜头进行更长、更深入的对话，没有更大的摄影师阵容。
我是这部电影的制片人，也是摄影师之一。我从一开始就不知道它会不会成功，但最终还是做成了。所以当电影制作结束的时候，我同时感受到一种巨大的解脱与失落感。但是我还是很高兴我能完成这个不可能的游戏。
纪录片创作中，不要认为自己是世界的中心，需要把自己放低
纪录公社：您在之前的采访中多次提到”去重要性“（Deflate），在《赞美虚无》中我感觉您触及了很多话题，有些话题可能非常尖锐，但是很快您就会用讽刺或者幽默的方式化解或者转向其他话题，而不是进行深挖。这是您”去重要性“的方式吗？
Boris Mitic:我认为我们都把自己看得太重了，把生活的各个方面都想得比它实际重要的多。我认为”去重要性“（Deflate）是一种谦逊的态度和放低自己。我认为纪录片创作也应该这样做，不要认为自己是世界的中心，不要认为自己什么都知道，不要认为自己很重要，把一切淡化。
在这一点上”虚无“是至关重要的因素，因为当你的日常思维中有了”虚无“，你会意识到自己的渺小，应该多保持谦逊。这就是我如何看待”去重要性“的，幽默或者讽刺的方式只会帮助你接受这种”去重要性“。我认为幽默是很好的危机管理技巧，我们经常用幽默来保护自己，用幽默元素在生活中战斗。
但总的来说，我认为这部电影，甚至包括电影标题和理念都是一部”去重要性“的影片。让我们更谦逊的对待事物，让我们在这个奇妙的经历中变得更小，这就是生活。
音乐之于电影，就像橄榄油，它可以混合各种调料的味道，让沙拉更加柔和
纪录公社：我看过您之前的一些作品，包括Pretty Dyana和UNMIK Titanik，感觉您在处理这些社会题材的时候，似乎也试图让它们没有那么沉重，更具可看性或者说有些趣味性在里面，特别是通过音乐的使用。您怎么看待音乐在您纪录片中的角色呢？
Boris Mitic: 我想从更广的角度回答这个问题。我没有接受过正式的电影学院教育，但是我有一定的电影知识，我也尊重已经形成的电影创作风格。然而我并不认为电影创作者需要试图把自己挤进特定的模式当中，把自己归为统计学角度的类别中。电影可以有各种各样的形式。
当我和别人提到我想制作一部关于“虚无”的电影的时候，很多人的第一反应都是，那这一定是一部慢节奏的电影，有许多静态长镜头和缓慢的摄像机移动。但是我认为这种方式已经被重复太多遍，而重复他人成功的模式并不会给我带来电影创作的乐趣，我认为这点也正是当今电影创作的问题所在。一些小的电影创作者或者电影创作层面的“小国家”的心态都是：我想要拍一部像Netflix或者HBO风格的剧集。对于我来说，这是非常可悲的。我觉得它背后的思维模式有着殖民地式的自卑情结。
为什么我们需要靠拷贝现有风格来证明我们的电影价值呢？我觉得我们需要做的是去开拓新的领域，但与此同时不是为了开拓而去开拓，不是为了不同而不同。我认为电影的本质就决定了这种差异性的存在，因为它应该是来自电影创作者的直觉、灵魂与思想，而每个创作者都是不同的，这造就了电影奇妙的多样性。这也是为什么我的电影和其他电影风格不同，因为它是我200%的呈现。如果你喜欢我的电影，那太棒了；如果你不喜欢，那就把它当成宇宙多种可能性的其中一个像素吧。
至于音乐在影片中的角色，就像橄榄油，它可以让沙拉变得更加柔和，将各种调料的味道混合起来。我认为我在影片中使用的音乐太多了，这也和我剪辑的方式有关。我习惯听着音乐剪辑，音乐便成为剪辑中必要的一部分，我根本没有办法拿掉它，去掉后影片会变得很空洞、沉寂和肤浅。但是我不认为音乐是我的电影的特质，我希望我的电影中有更多安静的时间。
我的电影对观众的要求比较高，因为我在影片中会给出很多建议，而电影是线性的，和读书不一样，看电影时你没法停下来去思考、去探讨。当然你也可以再重新看一遍，我也印刷了影片台词的小册子，电影结束后，你也可以再读一遍。通过这种方式，你可以真正理解影片的内容。
《赞美虚无》不仅仅是80分钟的观影体验，它也可以从80分钟，延伸到许多天的思考，甚至许多个月、许多年关于同一个话题的思考。而音乐仅仅是让这些更平滑，更好消化。当然，它也可以让节奏更快，更具压倒性。
《赞美虚无》剧照 ©Boris Mitić与音乐家的即兴合作
纪录公社：您能具体谈谈《赞美虚无》中您与音乐家Pascal Comelade和The Tiger Lillies的合作吗？
Boris Mitic: 虽然做事后诸葛亮很容易，但是我确实对音乐最终的呈现比较满意。与The Tiger Lillies合作是因为我们很欣赏他们的个性、语言以及他们俏皮的音乐风格。
我去听了他们一场演唱会，然后去找他们聊天，我和他们讲了这部电影，他们接受了，说六个月后可以在他们在柏林的录音室录音。那是一个冬天，我非常开心，我觉得到时候整部电影肯定剪辑好了。事实上，当然我并没有剪完。
我还是按时去了柏林，到录音室后，我说我们来即兴发挥一些音乐主题吧。但问题是我的音乐理论知识非常有限，而他们是专业的音乐家。我和他们解释的时候用的都是不太寻常的方式，比如，我会提到他们的某首歌，某个作家，某部电影，说我想要那种感觉。我会给他们几个关键词，然后让他们演奏一首歌。
一段时间后，我已经想不出别的想法了。我就随口说了句，我觉得我们需要多加些乐器进来。他们说，对面就是爵士音乐学院，我们去邀请萨克斯和小提琴乐手过来。这两个乐手过来后，很快产生了神奇的化学反应，即兴表演的曲目似乎是精心编排的原声带。但事实上，它的起源仅仅是我无意中的一个想法。
最后的音乐也和电影的节奏非常搭。至于和Pascal Comelade的合作，我们在我之前的电影中有过合作。我用了许多他已有的作品，但在电影中你很难分辨出哪个部分用的是Pascal Comelade的音乐，哪个部分用的是The Tiger Lillies的音乐，他们的音乐融合得非常好。后来我发现一件有趣的事，The Tiger Lillies其实是Pascal Comelade的粉丝，他们还收藏有Pascal八十年代的磁带。创作过程的有些层面是没有理性答案的，我觉得这部电影就是非常好的例子，不仅是在音乐的部分，还有剧本和剪辑的部分。
调研是纪录片创作中十分关键的一环
纪录公社：这部电影中有许多即兴的时刻和奇妙的化学反应，但是您怎么看调研在这部影片中的角色，或者说在纪录片创作中扮演的角色？
Boris Mitic: 我认为调研是纪录片创作中十分关键的一环。首先你需要了解自己，了解拍摄主题，你需要了解其他人关于这个主题探讨过的内容，这样你才能在已有创作的基础上做出有意义的贡献。重复他人已经做的事情毫无意义，我们需要做的是从电影的角度补充没有被触及的部分或者视角。要做到这点，首先你得做调研。
在《赞美虚无》的调研过程中，我读了许多有关“虚无”的内容，“虚无”基本渗透在我们所读的每一本书中，在我们的每一个想法中。加上“虚无”的滤镜，你对特定话题会得到不同的感受。调研的过程也让我重新爱上了阅读，让我在重新思考人生的时候，增加了一点“调料”。
我调研涉及各个领域：哲学、科学、心理学、经济学、艺术等等。我很享受调研的过程，根本不想停下来。但是幸好，我们有一个剧本提交截止日期，我必须暂时把这些调研放下，开始写作剧本。
很神奇地，由于截止日期的压力（我如果无法按时提交剧本，将拿不到剧本创作基金），我一气呵成地把剧本写完了。我此前也从未写过诗歌或者韵文，而最后写出的剧本却押韵，也是一种即兴创作。我觉得这些想法在影片创作的这些年中一直在我的脑海中发酵，慢慢地它们相互反应，最后如宇宙加速般，我的大脑高强度运转，写出了剧本。这种情况可能在人的一生中，在人的创意生涯中只会发生几次，但是它确实是可能的。我不知道怎么刻意地去做到这点，也许它是压力和长期积累的共同作用。我并不想神秘化这件事，但是我也不想去忽略它。我们的大脑是有能力以快于我们常识认知100倍的速度去运转的。
第二次遇到类似的情况是在电影的剪辑过程。录制旁白后，我精疲力尽。我非常荣幸可以和我儿时的摇滚巨星Iggy Pop录制旁白，但是同时也压力巨大，我们只有三个小时的录制时间。
Iggy Pop录制《赞美虚无》旁白 ©Boris Mitić旁白录制后，开始剪辑，我已经没有力气站起来了，我只是凭直觉看某个场景是不是合适。96个小时后，我把电影剪好，才从椅子上站起来。那些影像似乎以电脑的处理速度拼接起来。在这个过程中，我的大脑是处于极度绝望与高压的状态，同时也是高度兴奋的状态。
从新闻到纪录片
纪录公社：您在转行做纪录片之前在媒体工作。当时是什么契机让您选择转行？到目前为止，您当时转行的目的是否达到了？
Boris Mitic: 我大学的专业是媒体与宣传分析，完成学业后我回到塞尔维亚服兵役，当时正好是美军轰炸塞尔维亚时期，我所在的是防空部队。
那之后，我和许多国际知名记者合作，帮助他们找报道角度，协调报道对象，报道当时的战后情况，后来我在许多国际知名媒体都工作过。做了四年之后，虽然学到了很多，但是我开始厌恶这份工作，厌恶媒体报道中肤浅及计算好的报道方式，许多知名媒体，甚至许多知名独立媒体都是如此。于是我辞去了薪酬不菲的工作，想去做些不同的事。我买了一台相机，拍摄了我的第一部影片Pretty Dyana，它是关于吉普赛人用废物改装废弃汽车的故事，它也给我打开了纪录片拍摄的大门。
Pretty Dyana剧照 ©Boris Mitić开始的时候，我认为纪录片是新闻的反面。我认为新闻是快速算计的，它有预设观点，某种程度上在操纵他人。而当时我认为纪录片是更自由的一种形式，更纯粹，更真实。但是我也逐渐意识到纪录片有着它本源性的缺陷。拍摄完两部纪录片后，我便不再拍摄具体的人物，我的拍摄开始基于意识而不是具体的人。现在人们在面对媒体或者摄像机的时候，只会说你想听到的，也会刻意地在摄像机面前呈现可能并非真实的自己，每个人都有各自的目的。
而我想拍的电影我把它叫做后意识形态电影。其实它也是十分矛盾的，因为我拍的电影是十分个人化的电影，就算它们超越了现有意识形态，但也不是没有意识形态的，因为它们展现的是我个人的意识形式。影片中所呈现的“虚无”归根到底是我个人的“虚无”。
最开始我们的暂定片名叫做《我的虚无比你的虚无大》（My Nothing is Bigger than Yours），用其他语言都比较难翻译这个感觉，它想要表达的就是这部电影是我的愿景。我认为纪录片需要做的正是如此，它需要呈现个人愿景，而不是试图迎合行业预期，模仿现有的电影语言标准。
我很喜欢在非欧洲国家讲课，因为我觉得在其他地方一定有很多新鲜的叙事方式。我希望看到更多独特的形式，不管它是6个小时，还是60分钟，不管有没有音乐，甚至有没有画面，我都不在乎。我在乎的是真实的叙事方式。所以我一直鼓励我的学生学习现有的电影语言，但同时保有自己的愿景 ，自己的叙事方式。这将会成为你对艺术世界和人性的贡献。
我们的职责是拍摄能够经得住时间考验的影片
纪录公社：基于您对真实叙事的标准，近期您有看到什么达到这个标准的您想推荐的纪录片吗？
Boris Mitic: 我确实看很多纪录片，但是我认为这个问题不在于特定影片，因为我觉得单部影片很难达到这种意义上的成功。但是每部我看的影片中都有一些元素十分突出，我认为我们需要做的也正是从这些影片中发掘我们可以学到的内容。我会将这些点记录整合起来，每部电影都可能教我一些东西。比如，我看到很棒的影片开篇字幕的呈现方式，我会非常开心，就算它是一部烂片。我宁愿看一部用创新方式拍摄的烂片，而不是一部遵循老旧模式的好电影。
我觉得当今行业一个很大的问题是那些获奖的纪录片都是同一群人剪辑的。这些片子可能在粗剪阶段就有同样的剪辑指导给他们提出建议，将影片带入相似的方向。对于我来说，我的教育背景就是宣传分析，影片开始10几分钟、20几分钟或者80几分钟，我就能看出这种模式，我认为这是十分悲伤的一件事。
这种模式确实是奏效的，这些电影的可看性都很强，但是可看的方式是一样的。你看圣丹斯获奖影片、奥斯卡获奖影片、Netflix电影，很多都是套用同一个公式做出来的。为什么呢？我认为这是一个悖论。纪录片号称呈现现实，但是却都是用同样的方式呈现现实，延续一种标准化的看待生活的方式。问题是许多独立、原创的声音却无法被国际观众听到，仅仅是因为它们不够有爆点，不能被放入现有的纪录片创作标准模式当中。纪录片是非常棒的一种形式，但是你可能没有看过。这是我的结论。
问题是许多人可能会因此失去信心，不再去拍摄这种影片。我认为我们应该继续用自己的方式去创作，迟早会有更多的人看到。
《赞美虚无》网上都可以看到，你可以在MUBI、Vimeo上观看，它有39种字幕，包括中文、孟加拉语、印地语、波斯语、阿拉伯语，我甚至还做了拉丁语和世界语的版本。我希望如果人们想看这部电影的话，他只需要点击鼠标，就可以通过本国的语言观看这部影片。
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我认为我们真正的职责是拍摄能够经得住时间考验的影片，让那些能够欣赏影片的人可以看到。这部分纪录片观众是小众市场中的小众。现在有多少人看电影是为了思考？很少。这些人中又有多少看纪录片？就更少了。而这些观众是与我能够产生连接的人，我的电影是为他们拍摄的。可能只有大众的2%，但是如果是一个更大基数的2%，对于我来说已经足够了。我尽力让他们可以看到我的电影，也希望让他们能够从我的电影中获得些东西。这是可以给我带来满足感和意义的。
《赞美虚无》主创团队导演：Boris Mitić制片公司：Dribbling Pictures联合制片公司：Anti-Absurd、La Bête剪辑: Boris Mitić摄影师：62位摄影师，详见前文截图声音设计: Ivan Uzelac, Bruno Tarrière音乐: Pascal Comelade, The Tiger Lillies编剧: Boris Mitić旁白: Iggy Pop以small fimls workshop 的形式呈现出的一部纪录片，比预期好了很多，本以为会是高级但乏味的文艺风景片，结果是没那么高级，但更接地气，也有些哲理和趣味的作品。
赋予它生命力的主要力量，来自于众多片段拍摄者丰富的个人理念和解读的集合，How to film Nothing是一个看似无解的悖论，而当摄影师们被迫去回答这个问题，并且在总导演的引领下逐渐获得更具体的要求时，个人的创造力就开始得到了充分发挥和体现。虚无是一辆无人的公交车奔驰颠簸，虚无是毛毛虫在热浪里从一段爬到另一头，虚无是花斑狗蜷在主人身旁，一同睡在大雨滂沱的马路雨棚下，虚无是俄罗斯汉子捧着伏特加醉靠着桌脚，虚无是大妈们在南京东路尽头跳广场舞。
放映结束后有幸在见面会上看到了导演本人，看上去很像举着照相机跨越山海的背包客，事实也基本一致，他在七年里一个人拍摄了全片一半的镜头，涵盖了70多个国家，还在剧本旁白稿截止前一夜写完所有的文字，这些虽然算不上特别深刻，但有趣又有韵律的文字，也算得上另一大亮点。 朋克音乐教父伊基·波普用戏谑又深沉的嗓音吐出这些“诗句”，质问How can there be holocaust after peotry, 提出The most elegant gesture of humanbeing is the refraining form action.这声音从亚洲谈到阿拉伯，从婚姻谈到死亡，讲完了Nothing的成名故事，也兜转了世界一遭。
致敬卓别林时期默剧的分段标题，新颖的拍摄方式，甚至还有旁白原稿可供签售，这部历经八年的纪录片着实很有想法和个性，如果剧本能够再有逻辑一些，旁白也能再打磨一下，也许会更好。毕竟在谈论虚无的时候，旁白也受限于导演本人的想法甚至不得不说，一些偏见，追求创造者的缺席也许才是真正永远不可完成的任务吧。