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平民小伙子查尔斯·莱德（马修·古迪 Matthew Goode 饰）怀着一腔梦想进入牛津大学，不久便结识了引人注目的塞巴斯蒂安·弗莱特（本·卫肖 Ben Whishaw 饰），并和他成为好友。塞巴斯蒂安英俊得惊人，又出身豪门，生性满怀敏感和忧愁，他带着查尔斯进入自家豪宅——布赖兹赫德庄园，介绍他认识自己的家人，查尔斯很快迷恋上其姐茱丽叶（海莉·阿特维尔 Hayley Atwell 饰），但茱丽叶迫于母亲压力和天主教徒雷克斯（Jonathan Cake 饰）订婚，令查尔斯恋情无果，而塞巴斯蒂安对查尔斯的感情也只能止于暧昧。十年光阴过去，查尔斯已经是知名画家，在渡轮上偶遇茱丽叶，试图重续旧情再度失败，又得知塞巴斯蒂安已经远走国外。再度回到布赖兹赫德庄园，查尔斯已经是一名军官，大宅已经在战争中彻底破败……天皇巨星犯罪心理第四季失踪的宝贝拉斯维加斯 第二季飚车之车神传说（粤语）阴错阳差第二季不可思议的好朋友第二季谜湖之巅第一季西域铁骑仇念亢奋特别篇24小时：末路重生（原声版）血族第四季初恋无限Touch国语今晚带我回家廖仲恺安娜森林惊魂情妇第二季绿宝石1984幽灵世界海王2：失落的王国扮死贤妻女子高羞耻第四季(挪威版)我叫为何谁先说分手流星花园2018伙计们，请起立人民公仆第三季月·色正妻（国语版）放纵狂欢2漂亮女人刺客信条2我是证人周末约翰和洞海军罪案调查处 悉尼白粉双雄
平民小伙子查尔斯·莱德（马修·古迪 Matthew Goode 饰）怀着一腔梦想进入牛津大学，不久便结识了引人注目的塞巴斯蒂安·弗莱特（本·卫肖 Ben Whishaw 饰），并和他成为好友。塞巴斯蒂安英俊得惊人，又出身豪门，生性满怀敏感和忧愁，他带着查尔斯进入自家豪宅——布赖兹赫德庄园，介绍他认识自己的家人，查尔斯很快迷恋上其姐茱丽叶（海莉·阿特维尔 Hayley Atwell 饰），但茱丽叶迫于母亲压力和天主教徒雷克斯（Jonathan Cake 饰）订婚，令查尔斯恋情无果，而塞巴斯蒂安对查尔斯的感情也只能止于暧昧。十年光阴过去，查尔斯已经是知名画家，在渡轮上偶遇茱丽叶，试图重续旧情再度失败，又得知塞巴斯蒂安已经远走国外。再度回到布赖兹赫德庄园，查尔斯已经是一名军官，大宅已经在战争中彻底破败……天皇巨星犯罪心理第四季失踪的宝贝拉斯维加斯 第二季飚车之车神传说（粤语）阴错阳差第二季不可思议的好朋友第二季谜湖之巅第一季西域铁骑仇念亢奋特别篇24小时：末路重生（原声版）血族第四季初恋无限Touch国语今晚带我回家廖仲恺安娜森林惊魂情妇第二季绿宝石1984幽灵世界海王2：失落的王国扮死贤妻女子高羞耻第四季(挪威版)我叫为何谁先说分手流星花园2018伙计们，请起立人民公仆第三季月·色正妻（国语版）放纵狂欢2漂亮女人刺客信条2我是证人周末约翰和洞海军罪案调查处 悉尼白粉双雄
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1 ) 圣殿前的祭祀
面对这类充满英伦风情的电影或文学作品时，我总是没有多少抵抗力。
一个古老、神秘、华丽的庄园，一个终身被宗教束缚的家庭，三个感情纠葛的青年，没有跌宕起伏的情节，那些剪不断理还乱的感情也是化作眼神中欲说还休的爱意。所有的一切，Julian Jarrold 只是用含蓄的镜头，为我们诉说了一段淡淡的故事。然而，足以令人沉沦。
我想在这里，讨论的不该是宗教究竟是对是错，而且我本人也信仰基督教。可是，我不得不震惊与宗教对这个家庭的巨大影响。宗教，应该是让人内心得到慰籍，解脱的信仰。然而在这里，宗教却是心灵的枷锁。每一个人都虔诚地匍匐在圣像面前，忏悔着自己无尽的罪恶。母亲自小就灌输着孩子们原罪说的教义，从厌恶，反抗到顺从，“可恶的小Julia,坏姑娘，活在罪恶中”于是那每晚枕边的耳语竟果真在心底生根发芽，每个人都蒙上了沉重的负罪感。每一个Flyte，都成了宗教的牺牲品。
庄重高贵的贵妇，她冷漠，她专制，狂热的天主教徒，嘴里总是说着上帝、罪恶， Charles指责她说“上帝是你最好的发明，你想要什么，他就做什么”可是当她请求Charles把Sebastian带回家时，当她听到Sebastian不愿回来面对她的消息无力的靠在墙上时，我看到的是一个伤心、无助、充满爱怜的母亲；浪漫不羁的老伯爵，他开朗，他享乐，因为忍受不了家中压抑的氛围而放弃了子女，和情妇常年居住在威尼斯，看着妻子一点点的折磨着自己的子女，而选择沉默，可是当他病入膏肓时，他还是选择了回到Brideshead Castle ，选择了死在家中。他讨厌妻子的贞德形象，新婚时送给她的礼物却是那幅让Sebastian极度憎恶的圣母画像。他坚持不要神父来做临终忏悔，在弥留之际却还是顺从了子女，用颤抖的手费力地画了一个十字。。。。。。人物内心的种种矛盾冲突，究其根源，无外乎宗教两字。
他们臣服于圣像下忏悔，信仰却时时刻刻折磨着他们。Marchchair夫人说Julia的婚姻无关乎教养，而取决于她的信仰。Julia顺从了，被迫嫁给了同是天主教徒的Ｒｅｘ。那个在车站接Charles时自信的神情，那个看见Charles和Sebastian光着身子时不怀好意的嘴角上的笑容，那个与他们在威尼斯的海滩上肆意玩闹得身影．．．我一直以为Julia和Sebastian一样反抗他们的母亲，反抗者这个家庭，如果说Sebastian是以沉醉酒精来得到超凡的解脱与快乐，那么Julia应该是以冷眼旁观来排斥这个家庭吧？可是我错了。Julia没有这份勇气，她是个彻头彻尾的奥兰斯卡夫人式的人（见《纯真年代》）。她和她一样嫁给了自己不爱也不爱自己的男人，她和她一样拥有了一段没有结果的爱情，她和她一样在幸福辍手可得之际退缩，转身离开。她像ｓ一样厌恶自己的家庭，厌恶母亲灌输的宗教思想，但她还是屈顺于其，在父亲临终时甚至怒斥了不愿用神父的Charles，坚持了母亲的那一套。她想要摆脱儿时以来母亲给与的罪恶感，她想和Charles在一起以获得自由，可是这份不合宗教伦理的爱加重了她的罪恶感，她茫然，不知所措，她再次顺从了，放弃了和Charles在一起的机会。根深蒂固的那些信仰让她在排斥的同时，却下意识的更接近于它们。只能说，哀其不幸，怒其不争。
Charles是故事的叙述者，就像所有的热爱艺术的贫穷青年画家们一样，从第一眼起，Brideshead这座古老精美的庄园便深深吸引了他。他不顾一切的想要了解它。他开始想法设法地接近这座庄园。但我总觉得在他不卑不亢的外表下，还有这一丝虚伪，是的，道貌岸然的虚伪。在被赶出Brideshead Castle后，他出于利益和方便娶了Celia, 而再次遇见Julia后竟然又毫不犹豫的，明目张胆的背叛了自己的妻子。Marchchair夫人在舞会上指责他给Sebastian钱让Sebastian继续酗酒不只是出于单纯的友情：“你只是想要被他喜欢，你不顾一切的想要被喜欢！”这话也许过分，但也不无道理。Julia 在影片后段，听到Charles愿意用两幅画换取Rex和Julia自己的离婚后，对他说的那句“你要的不仅是我，更是这座庄园！”很好的解释了这点（虽然导演在这个问题上处理的有些牵强，没有充分的铺垫好）。这些是连Charles自己在这之前都没有意识到的自己内心的真正欲望。
而Sebastian无疑是这部片子中最让人心酸、同情的角色了。哦，那个总是与他的泰迪bear Aloysius形影不离的看似长不大的任性的男孩Sebastian怎能叫人不心酸呢？“Sebastian and Charles,contra mundum”(Sebastian 和Charles，一起对抗世界) 当我再次看到这句话时眼眶几乎湿润。他只是想要快乐。他多么希望能有一个人，一个可以赋予真心的人。可是，至始至终，都只有他一个人在对抗“世界”。我无法认同有的介绍中“父母的丑闻扭曲了孩子们的天性”这样的说法。Sebastian 对Charles那难以言说的微妙情感决不是什么“扭曲”了的情感！！循规蹈矩的冷漠兄长，天真无知的单纯妹妹，抛下孩子离开的父亲，专制霸道的母亲。没有依靠。和他一样叛逆的姐姐，最终也顺从了“主”的旨意。他太孤独了，他太痛苦了，他太忧伤了。宗教、家庭压得他喘不过气来，压得他感受不到爱，压得他只能以酒精来麻痹自己。于是，那个号称无神论者的Charles出现了，他的不同把Sebastian稍稍从阴霾的包围中拉出了一只胳膊。Sebastian 以为他终于找了支撑。那个突如其来的浅浅的吻，是Charles 的无意为之，却是Sebastian的真情流露。Sebastian无时无刻不小心地维护着Charles脆弱的自尊，总是在众人面前强调Charles是个artist 而不是painter。换来的是舞会上Charles大声又无情的推开。Sebastian在极度痛苦的情况下抽泣的喊出“Bridey（和庄园同名的哥哥），你不是什么好东西！……我是如此憎恨你们这些人！”没错，Sebastian 是一个懦夫。在面对家庭沉重的束缚时，他选择了逃避，沉溺在酒精中来获得一点点地精神上的自由；然而Sebastian又是一个勇士。他的父亲老伯爵也选择了逃避，桃李到了国外与情妇海阔天空，但在生命最后一刻仍选择了回来，他们都想要自由，但仍被紧紧地束缚着，即使在Marchchair夫人死后，正如Charles所言“你母亲，现在却比以往任何时候都更有生命力”就像有根线，一条看不见的线，一寸寸地把你带回去。只有Sebastian，他真正的挣脱了，他情愿拖着虚弱的身躯在摩洛哥的一家医院当门僮，也不愿再回来当一个不快乐的少爷，只有他做到了。他挣脱了母亲有形无形的阴影、家庭的束缚，挣脱了对Charles复杂的难以割舍的感情，再也没有回来……
安东尼.伯吉斯把小说原著比作一朵“被月光催开的玫瑰”。旧地重游，不可避免的勾起了回忆的伤痛，但是，当我们在为那些无为的牺牲痛心时，还曾记得湖边树下那两个依偎在一起的逃课少年，还曾记得喷水池里肆意游泳的年轻人，还曾记得避开了狂欢的人群、在波光潋滟的桥洞里相爱的人间青涩的初吻？这些美好，是“永远的夏天”，被留在了记忆的“故园”中。。。。。。
一个古老、神秘、华丽的庄园，一个终身被宗教束缚的家庭，三个感情纠葛的青年，没有跌宕起伏的情节，那些剪不断理还乱的感情也是化作眼神中欲说还休的爱意。所有的一切，Julian Jarrold 只是用含蓄的镜头，为我们诉说了一段淡淡的故事。然而，足以令人沉沦。
我想在这里，讨论的不该是宗教究竟是对是错，而且我本人也信仰基督教。可是，我不得不震惊与宗教对这个家庭的巨大影响。宗教，应该是让人内心得到慰籍，解脱的信仰。然而在这里，宗教却是心灵的枷锁。每一个人都虔诚地匍匐在圣像面前，忏悔着自己无尽的罪恶。母亲自小就灌输着孩子们原罪说的教义，从厌恶，反抗到顺从，“可恶的小Julia,坏姑娘，活在罪恶中”于是那每晚枕边的耳语竟果真在心底生根发芽，每个人都蒙上了沉重的负罪感。每一个Flyte，都成了宗教的牺牲品。
庄重高贵的贵妇，她冷漠，她专制，狂热的天主教徒，嘴里总是说着上帝、罪恶， Charles指责她说“上帝是你最好的发明，你想要什么，他就做什么”可是当她请求Charles把Sebastian带回家时，当她听到Sebastian不愿回来面对她的消息无力的靠在墙上时，我看到的是一个伤心、无助、充满爱怜的母亲；浪漫不羁的老伯爵，他开朗，他享乐，因为忍受不了家中压抑的氛围而放弃了子女，和情妇常年居住在威尼斯，看着妻子一点点的折磨着自己的子女，而选择沉默，可是当他病入膏肓时，他还是选择了回到Brideshead Castle ，选择了死在家中。他讨厌妻子的贞德形象，新婚时送给她的礼物却是那幅让Sebastian极度憎恶的圣母画像。他坚持不要神父来做临终忏悔，在弥留之际却还是顺从了子女，用颤抖的手费力地画了一个十字。。。。。。人物内心的种种矛盾冲突，究其根源，无外乎宗教两字。
他们臣服于圣像下忏悔，信仰却时时刻刻折磨着他们。Marchchair夫人说Julia的婚姻无关乎教养，而取决于她的信仰。Julia顺从了，被迫嫁给了同是天主教徒的Ｒｅｘ。那个在车站接Charles时自信的神情，那个看见Charles和Sebastian光着身子时不怀好意的嘴角上的笑容，那个与他们在威尼斯的海滩上肆意玩闹得身影．．．我一直以为Julia和Sebastian一样反抗他们的母亲，反抗者这个家庭，如果说Sebastian是以沉醉酒精来得到超凡的解脱与快乐，那么Julia应该是以冷眼旁观来排斥这个家庭吧？可是我错了。Julia没有这份勇气，她是个彻头彻尾的奥兰斯卡夫人式的人（见《纯真年代》）。她和她一样嫁给了自己不爱也不爱自己的男人，她和她一样拥有了一段没有结果的爱情，她和她一样在幸福辍手可得之际退缩，转身离开。她像ｓ一样厌恶自己的家庭，厌恶母亲灌输的宗教思想，但她还是屈顺于其，在父亲临终时甚至怒斥了不愿用神父的Charles，坚持了母亲的那一套。她想要摆脱儿时以来母亲给与的罪恶感，她想和Charles在一起以获得自由，可是这份不合宗教伦理的爱加重了她的罪恶感，她茫然，不知所措，她再次顺从了，放弃了和Charles在一起的机会。根深蒂固的那些信仰让她在排斥的同时，却下意识的更接近于它们。只能说，哀其不幸，怒其不争。
Charles是故事的叙述者，就像所有的热爱艺术的贫穷青年画家们一样，从第一眼起，Brideshead这座古老精美的庄园便深深吸引了他。他不顾一切的想要了解它。他开始想法设法地接近这座庄园。但我总觉得在他不卑不亢的外表下，还有这一丝虚伪，是的，道貌岸然的虚伪。在被赶出Brideshead Castle后，他出于利益和方便娶了Celia, 而再次遇见Julia后竟然又毫不犹豫的，明目张胆的背叛了自己的妻子。Marchchair夫人在舞会上指责他给Sebastian钱让Sebastian继续酗酒不只是出于单纯的友情：“你只是想要被他喜欢，你不顾一切的想要被喜欢！”这话也许过分，但也不无道理。Julia 在影片后段，听到Charles愿意用两幅画换取Rex和Julia自己的离婚后，对他说的那句“你要的不仅是我，更是这座庄园！”很好的解释了这点（虽然导演在这个问题上处理的有些牵强，没有充分的铺垫好）。这些是连Charles自己在这之前都没有意识到的自己内心的真正欲望。
而Sebastian无疑是这部片子中最让人心酸、同情的角色了。哦，那个总是与他的泰迪bear Aloysius形影不离的看似长不大的任性的男孩Sebastian怎能叫人不心酸呢？“Sebastian and Charles,contra mundum”(Sebastian 和Charles，一起对抗世界) 当我再次看到这句话时眼眶几乎湿润。他只是想要快乐。他多么希望能有一个人，一个可以赋予真心的人。可是，至始至终，都只有他一个人在对抗“世界”。我无法认同有的介绍中“父母的丑闻扭曲了孩子们的天性”这样的说法。Sebastian 对Charles那难以言说的微妙情感决不是什么“扭曲”了的情感！！循规蹈矩的冷漠兄长，天真无知的单纯妹妹，抛下孩子离开的父亲，专制霸道的母亲。没有依靠。和他一样叛逆的姐姐，最终也顺从了“主”的旨意。他太孤独了，他太痛苦了，他太忧伤了。宗教、家庭压得他喘不过气来，压得他感受不到爱，压得他只能以酒精来麻痹自己。于是，那个号称无神论者的Charles出现了，他的不同把Sebastian稍稍从阴霾的包围中拉出了一只胳膊。Sebastian 以为他终于找了支撑。那个突如其来的浅浅的吻，是Charles 的无意为之，却是Sebastian的真情流露。Sebastian无时无刻不小心地维护着Charles脆弱的自尊，总是在众人面前强调Charles是个artist 而不是painter。换来的是舞会上Charles大声又无情的推开。Sebastian在极度痛苦的情况下抽泣的喊出“Bridey（和庄园同名的哥哥），你不是什么好东西！……我是如此憎恨你们这些人！”没错，Sebastian 是一个懦夫。在面对家庭沉重的束缚时，他选择了逃避，沉溺在酒精中来获得一点点地精神上的自由；然而Sebastian又是一个勇士。他的父亲老伯爵也选择了逃避，桃李到了国外与情妇海阔天空，但在生命最后一刻仍选择了回来，他们都想要自由，但仍被紧紧地束缚着，即使在Marchchair夫人死后，正如Charles所言“你母亲，现在却比以往任何时候都更有生命力”就像有根线，一条看不见的线，一寸寸地把你带回去。只有Sebastian，他真正的挣脱了，他情愿拖着虚弱的身躯在摩洛哥的一家医院当门僮，也不愿再回来当一个不快乐的少爷，只有他做到了。他挣脱了母亲有形无形的阴影、家庭的束缚，挣脱了对Charles复杂的难以割舍的感情，再也没有回来……
安东尼.伯吉斯把小说原著比作一朵“被月光催开的玫瑰”。旧地重游，不可避免的勾起了回忆的伤痛，但是，当我们在为那些无为的牺牲痛心时，还曾记得湖边树下那两个依偎在一起的逃课少年，还曾记得喷水池里肆意游泳的年轻人，还曾记得避开了狂欢的人群、在波光潋滟的桥洞里相爱的人间青涩的初吻？这些美好，是“永远的夏天”，被留在了记忆的“故园”中。。。。。。
2 ) 旧地重游
周末无聊，开了很久以前载了半集的《旧地重游》来看，于是不看不知道，一看吓一跳，边看边囧倒……
虽说81版电视剧珠玉在前，但因我对这个电影版只有兴趣，没有期待，倒也不会对它的诞生抱着太苛刻的态度。从最初纷传的Paul Bettany和Jude Law搭档起，对JL不感冒，到最终敲定由Ben Whishaw和Matthew Goode出演后丧失兴奋，继续对BW不感冒，我发现我一直在挑剔的都是Sebastian的扮演者，似乎在我看来Sebastian的难度要比Charles来得高？其实也不是，不过个人认为，JL太浮艳，BW太阴森，都缺乏小说中对Sebastian的定义，“是迷人的，带着女性美，这是一种极端年轻的美，高唱着情歌，遇到头一阵寒风就凋谢了。”这大抵是一种仍然停留在孩童时期的纯真的、无性别的感觉，特别脆弱和易逝。Sebastian的怪异、他的玩具熊、他对保姆的依恋，对Charles的爱，都体现了他性格中的那种无可奈何的人为停滞和倔强的固守。反而我觉得，Charles要比他好演绎，或者说PB和MG单纯就外表来说，过得去了。
半集的电影版总的给我的感觉，就是过犹不及。假如原著中曾经隐晦地涉及到Platonic homosexual relationship这样一种关系，那么电视剧版也只是同样隐晦地给予了观众暗示，没有任何一处特别显露出Charles对Sebastian，或反过来，抱有某种超越精神之外的特殊情感。他们在牛津校园的学生时代，常春藤和流水之上的泛舟，郊野外的烟笼碧树与草莓醇酒；在Brideshead城堡，开遍的繁花，夜晚的海神喷泉、青苔披沥的古老柱廊，礼拜堂；在威尼斯，高耸的钟楼和教堂，冈朵拉，寻常院落。尽管景色自异，或多或少，我们这样过了一定年纪的人，也曾享受过青春的甜蜜回忆。有人相伴，不至茕茕。对于Sebastian，Charles的陪伴几乎具有救赎的意义，而最后，他的堕落，也与没能从Charles这里得到解救有关。母亲的家庭与母亲的宗教像一座巨大的囚牢困锁住他，他只能从中逃离，不计代价。他生来所有的一切，如谶言般都为他的家庭吞噬。即使是Charles。酗酒、放逐、要求在修道院当一名杂役，颠沛流离的生活与疾病。Julia是在这当中穿插进来的，若干年后的重逢，暴风雨夜的激情，马奇梅因侯爵临终前的皈依天主教，她最终仍舍弃Charles而去；Cordilia则在战乱中清醒地看到这一切。Flyte家三个爱过Charles的孩子，结局各自的不幸。Sebastian可能有三种选择，如此而已。不管Charles爱Julia出于什么缘由，但至少曾有一刻，他认为他曾在Julia脸上寻找过Sebastian的影子。怀念，或是伤逝？
如果说小说与电视剧都仅仅是隐晦的暗示，那么电影版就彻底让人没有希望地目睹了Charles、Sebastian和Julia之间的三角恋。于是一出宗教造就的家庭悲剧与命运悲剧沦为刻意泡制的八点档情感剧。许多关键细节被删改。比如Sebastian初见Charles之时在他公寓里醉酒呕吐，校工伦特的骂骂咧咧在这里改成了狗腿式的敦促Charles去赴约，比如Charles对Sebastian的不怀好感被改成一开始就充满期待，比如初访Brideshead时明显表露出了保姆霍金斯对Sebastian的担忧，以及Sebastian对此的拒绝，Brideshead的相伴也从和谐无间变得充满暧昧气息，再比如最大的删改，威尼斯之行加入了Julia这个莫名其妙的“第三者”。用意仅仅是让Charles与Julia在狂欢节之夜幽会，然后让Sebastian撞见这一出，负气而去？Charles对Julia的爱，也因为在这种子虚乌有的凑合场景里提前到来而显得不知所谓。从头看下来，不免令观众错愕，剧情跳跃性之大与生拼硬凑之嫌。
半集电影版在时间段上大约等于电视剧头两集Et in Arcadia Ego与Home And Abroad的内容。伊夫林的小说改编成电视剧是最好的选择，能够做到巨细靡遗，而电影由于篇幅与时间的关系，在这方面会比较困难。但终究，还是一个匠心独运的问题。显然Brideshead Revisited的主题不在于讨论柏拉图式关系，也不在于描写一段错综复杂的三角恋。它的主题是“崩溃”与“挽歌”。清醒地意识到旧有的消逝，与无可奈何的挽留情绪。挽歌至少是三重意义上的，大英帝国日薄西山的荣耀，已成明日黄花的贵族生活，风流云散的青春盛景。Et in Arcadia Ego，“我也曾有过田园牧歌的生活”，小说第一卷与电视剧第一集的标题，已经揭示出了至少一半的theme，这种情绪贯穿始终。与此相伴的，西方知识分子在嬗变时代下的心理状态，更加非电影所能呈现（大约因为个人原因，宗教那块始终未能体会）。
2009.08.17 旧评
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因为仅看了半部就没看下去了，可能有失偏颇，因此本文不具备任何参考性，慎之。
虽说81版电视剧珠玉在前，但因我对这个电影版只有兴趣，没有期待，倒也不会对它的诞生抱着太苛刻的态度。从最初纷传的Paul Bettany和Jude Law搭档起，对JL不感冒，到最终敲定由Ben Whishaw和Matthew Goode出演后丧失兴奋，继续对BW不感冒，我发现我一直在挑剔的都是Sebastian的扮演者，似乎在我看来Sebastian的难度要比Charles来得高？其实也不是，不过个人认为，JL太浮艳，BW太阴森，都缺乏小说中对Sebastian的定义，“是迷人的，带着女性美，这是一种极端年轻的美，高唱着情歌，遇到头一阵寒风就凋谢了。”这大抵是一种仍然停留在孩童时期的纯真的、无性别的感觉，特别脆弱和易逝。Sebastian的怪异、他的玩具熊、他对保姆的依恋，对Charles的爱，都体现了他性格中的那种无可奈何的人为停滞和倔强的固守。反而我觉得，Charles要比他好演绎，或者说PB和MG单纯就外表来说，过得去了。
半集的电影版总的给我的感觉，就是过犹不及。假如原著中曾经隐晦地涉及到Platonic homosexual relationship这样一种关系，那么电视剧版也只是同样隐晦地给予了观众暗示，没有任何一处特别显露出Charles对Sebastian，或反过来，抱有某种超越精神之外的特殊情感。他们在牛津校园的学生时代，常春藤和流水之上的泛舟，郊野外的烟笼碧树与草莓醇酒；在Brideshead城堡，开遍的繁花，夜晚的海神喷泉、青苔披沥的古老柱廊，礼拜堂；在威尼斯，高耸的钟楼和教堂，冈朵拉，寻常院落。尽管景色自异，或多或少，我们这样过了一定年纪的人，也曾享受过青春的甜蜜回忆。有人相伴，不至茕茕。对于Sebastian，Charles的陪伴几乎具有救赎的意义，而最后，他的堕落，也与没能从Charles这里得到解救有关。母亲的家庭与母亲的宗教像一座巨大的囚牢困锁住他，他只能从中逃离，不计代价。他生来所有的一切，如谶言般都为他的家庭吞噬。即使是Charles。酗酒、放逐、要求在修道院当一名杂役，颠沛流离的生活与疾病。Julia是在这当中穿插进来的，若干年后的重逢，暴风雨夜的激情，马奇梅因侯爵临终前的皈依天主教，她最终仍舍弃Charles而去；Cordilia则在战乱中清醒地看到这一切。Flyte家三个爱过Charles的孩子，结局各自的不幸。Sebastian可能有三种选择，如此而已。不管Charles爱Julia出于什么缘由，但至少曾有一刻，他认为他曾在Julia脸上寻找过Sebastian的影子。怀念，或是伤逝？
如果说小说与电视剧都仅仅是隐晦的暗示，那么电影版就彻底让人没有希望地目睹了Charles、Sebastian和Julia之间的三角恋。于是一出宗教造就的家庭悲剧与命运悲剧沦为刻意泡制的八点档情感剧。许多关键细节被删改。比如Sebastian初见Charles之时在他公寓里醉酒呕吐，校工伦特的骂骂咧咧在这里改成了狗腿式的敦促Charles去赴约，比如Charles对Sebastian的不怀好感被改成一开始就充满期待，比如初访Brideshead时明显表露出了保姆霍金斯对Sebastian的担忧，以及Sebastian对此的拒绝，Brideshead的相伴也从和谐无间变得充满暧昧气息，再比如最大的删改，威尼斯之行加入了Julia这个莫名其妙的“第三者”。用意仅仅是让Charles与Julia在狂欢节之夜幽会，然后让Sebastian撞见这一出，负气而去？Charles对Julia的爱，也因为在这种子虚乌有的凑合场景里提前到来而显得不知所谓。从头看下来，不免令观众错愕，剧情跳跃性之大与生拼硬凑之嫌。
半集电影版在时间段上大约等于电视剧头两集Et in Arcadia Ego与Home And Abroad的内容。伊夫林的小说改编成电视剧是最好的选择，能够做到巨细靡遗，而电影由于篇幅与时间的关系，在这方面会比较困难。但终究，还是一个匠心独运的问题。显然Brideshead Revisited的主题不在于讨论柏拉图式关系，也不在于描写一段错综复杂的三角恋。它的主题是“崩溃”与“挽歌”。清醒地意识到旧有的消逝，与无可奈何的挽留情绪。挽歌至少是三重意义上的，大英帝国日薄西山的荣耀，已成明日黄花的贵族生活，风流云散的青春盛景。Et in Arcadia Ego，“我也曾有过田园牧歌的生活”，小说第一卷与电视剧第一集的标题，已经揭示出了至少一半的theme，这种情绪贯穿始终。与此相伴的，西方知识分子在嬗变时代下的心理状态，更加非电影所能呈现（大约因为个人原因，宗教那块始终未能体会）。
2009.08.17 旧评
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因为仅看了半部就没看下去了，可能有失偏颇，因此本文不具备任何参考性，慎之。
3 ) 一个爱上浪漫的人。
塞巴斯出现的时候，脑子里面只闪过一个词叫glass。
他真的是很像，笑起来也带着非常容易断裂的表情。
我想起一首歌叫一个爱上浪漫的人。
歌词里有一句叫，空留自作的多情余恨
这部剧让人失望的地方就是，查理真的一点都不爱塞巴斯。
甚至一点都不懂得塞巴斯的爱。
他像个象牙的雕塑，只有暖黄的微笑，却没有任何反应。自认高贵聪明其实什么都不懂。
这就连回旋的余地都没有。旁观者都看得灰心难过。
塞巴斯，在没有爱上查理之前是多么的耀眼美丽，潇洒不羁。
爱上查理之后，你就看着他的光泽，在他身上一点点得褪尽。
直到油尽灯枯，直到凋零成秋天枯黄的叶子。折断的时候发出千篇一律的清脆声响。
查理去找他的时候，他眼里全是认命和放弃。
刚开始我确实没有非常喜欢他，我不喜欢他一脸吃不了苦的任性轻浮。
直到他在威尼斯，被现实打了耳光。他穿得再喧嚣华丽但是表情沉默，他选择放弃，选择独自吞下这后果。这后果他根本难以承担。他曾得到过虚假的幸福，为此他付出真实惨重的代价。
塞巴斯终究是个善良的人，但谁来拥抱你的天真。
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我本来不晓得这片啥内容，看海报也没什么兴趣，是冲着马修古迪去补的。
他演的非常好，毁我塞巴斯毁得一点自觉都没有，好感全灭。
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其中有一段，马修和塞巴斯妈妈相互指责的部分：“你才是他喝酒的原因，我不过是想给他一点自由。”
“你只是希望他喜欢你。你竭尽全力得讨别人的喜欢。”
这两句我觉得都对。
他真的是很像，笑起来也带着非常容易断裂的表情。
我想起一首歌叫一个爱上浪漫的人。
歌词里有一句叫，空留自作的多情余恨
这部剧让人失望的地方就是，查理真的一点都不爱塞巴斯。
甚至一点都不懂得塞巴斯的爱。
他像个象牙的雕塑，只有暖黄的微笑，却没有任何反应。自认高贵聪明其实什么都不懂。
这就连回旋的余地都没有。旁观者都看得灰心难过。
塞巴斯，在没有爱上查理之前是多么的耀眼美丽，潇洒不羁。
爱上查理之后，你就看着他的光泽，在他身上一点点得褪尽。
直到油尽灯枯，直到凋零成秋天枯黄的叶子。折断的时候发出千篇一律的清脆声响。
查理去找他的时候，他眼里全是认命和放弃。
刚开始我确实没有非常喜欢他，我不喜欢他一脸吃不了苦的任性轻浮。
直到他在威尼斯，被现实打了耳光。他穿得再喧嚣华丽但是表情沉默，他选择放弃，选择独自吞下这后果。这后果他根本难以承担。他曾得到过虚假的幸福，为此他付出真实惨重的代价。
塞巴斯终究是个善良的人，但谁来拥抱你的天真。
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我本来不晓得这片啥内容，看海报也没什么兴趣，是冲着马修古迪去补的。
他演的非常好，毁我塞巴斯毁得一点自觉都没有，好感全灭。
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其中有一段，马修和塞巴斯妈妈相互指责的部分：“你才是他喝酒的原因，我不过是想给他一点自由。”
“你只是希望他喜欢你。你竭尽全力得讨别人的喜欢。”
这两句我觉得都对。
4 ) some manuscripts
Charles (Matthew Goode): If you asked me now, who I am the only answer I could give for certain would be my name, Charles Ryder. For the rest, my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be. On second thought, one emotion remains my own, alone among the borrowed and the second hand, as pure as that faith as which I am still in flight-guilt. Did I want too much? Did my own hunger blind me to the ties which bound them to their faith? Why only now shadowed by war. All warnings gone. Alone enough to see the light.
Brideshead Revisited Script - Dialogue Transcript
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Brideshead Revisited Script
If you asked me now who I am,
the only answer I could give
with any certainty
would be my name,
Charles Ryder.
For the rest,
my loves, my hates,
down even to my deepest desires,
I can no longer say whether
these emotions are my own
or stolen from those
I once so desperately wished to be.
On second thoughts,
one emotion remains my own,
alone among the borrowed
and the second-hand,
as pure as that faith
from which I am still in flight.
Guilt.
Been away, sir? Anywhere interesting?
- Jungle.
- Jungle.
Explorer, are we?
- Painter.
- Painter?
So, bye-bye beardy, hello smooth.
Famous for his impressive
architectural portraits,
British artist Charles Ryder
has taken New York by storm
with a series of gripping jungle studies.
To own a Ryder is currently the dream
of every self-respecting
East Coast millionaire.
You must be so proud of him.
- Was he away long?
- Two years,
- and it doesn't feel like a day.
- You must feel positively bridal.
I can't paint
to save my life.
Thank you.
I can't even hold a buggering brush!
But I know what I like. Lots of color.
Nice and bright.
I see the jungle in your work
as a metaphor.
Not least, the metaphysical semblance
of the chaos at the heart of civilization.
Make an effort, Charles.
You're not in South America now.
You're amongst civilized people.
- Mr. Ryder, I wonder if I could...
- I'm so sorry. Excuse me.
- Excuse me. Thank you very much.
...just have a conversation...
Hello, Charles.
- You're wearing a coat!
- Yes, Father, I am.
Why?
- I'm going up to Oxford.
- Ah. Yes.
- Remind me. What are you taking?
- History.
- And what allowance have I given you?
- A hundred pounds.
How very indulgent of me.
Mind you, it all comes out of capital.
Oh, I suppose this is the time
I should give you advice.
Your mother was always
so good at that.
Who's meeting you?
Cousin Jasper offered
to show me around.
Cousin Jasper!
Most entertaining.
Out of the way,
you silly fool.
There you are, Charles.
This way, please.
Come along. As an only child,
you will, of course, have much to learn.
Though I am only your cousin, Charles,
you must look upon me as a brother.
Older, wiser,
but a brother nevertheless.
Now, it is no secret that our families
are not rich in material wealth.
Keep off the grass.
But I like to think that we Ryders are,
all of us, rich in the striving of minds.
Now, then... Not that way.
Clothes. Dress as you do
in a country house.
Never wear a tweed coat
and a flannel trousers, always a suit.
And go to a London tailor.
You'll get a better cut.
Protocol. First and foremost,
behaving with restraint...
Nine adulteries, 12 liaisons,
64 fornications,
and something approaching a rape
rest nightly upon the soul
of our delicate friend Florialis,
and yet the man is so
quiet and reserved in demeanor
that he passes
for both bloodless and sexless.
Sodomites, all of them. Steer well clear.
Treat all dons
as you would the local vicar.
With indifference.
Oh, dear, oh, dear. This won't do at all.
You must change your rooms.
I've seen many a man ruined
through having ground floor rooms
in the front quad.
People start dropping in.
They leave their gowns here
and come and collect them before hall.
You start giving them sherry
and before you know it they're...
Sebastian, come along.
Look at the state of him.
Come on, you're nearly clean.
Oh, no, no, no, sir, stop.
You don't clear up after yourself.
That's my job.
Sorry, Lunt. What's all this?
From the gentleman last night, sir.
He just called. Left a note for you.
"I am very contrite.
"Please come to luncheon today.
Sebastian Flyte."
The Lord Sebastian Flyte,
don't you know?
I'm sure it's quite a pleasure
to clear up after him.
I take it
you'll be out to lunch today, then, sir.
Yes, Lunt. I think I shall be.
I've just counted them.
There's five each and two over,
so I'm having the two.
I'm unaccountably hungry today.
I put myself unreservedly
in the hands of Dolbear and Goodall
and feel so drugged
I've begun to believe
the whole of yesterday evening
was a dream.
Please don't wake me.
- Do try one.
- Thank you.
- What are they?
- Plover's eggs. The first this year.
Mummy sends them from Brideshead.
They always lay early for her.
You would, too, if you knew my mother.
Are you terribly angry with me
about last night?
No, not at all.
Thank you for the flowers.
Aloysius, you can't go there.
Do sit down.
- Tell me about you.
- Me?
I'm in my first year, reading history,
but really what I most want to be
is a painter.
Would you like to paint me?
Well, yes. Yes, if you like.
It's so clever of you,
knowing what you want.
I've no idea what I want.
Except to be happy.
If I can.
Let's have some champagne.
A glass each before the rowdies arrive.
You don't want to join the Old Boys.
They're all bloody drugged bogs
or collegers.
Top me up,
will you, old man?
- I don't remember you from Eton.
- I didn't go to Eton.
Oh, really. Where then?
Harrow or Winchester?
Rugby? Oh, not Charterhouse, I hope?
You wouldn't have heard of it.
There are other schools,
you know, Boy.
Yes, I suppose there must be.
- My dears.
- Hello, Blanche.
Hello, Blanche.
I couldn't get away before.
I was lunching
with my preposterous tutor.
I told him I had to change for footer.
Anthony, you remember Charles.
From last night?
Charles is reading history,
but he wants to be an artist.
- No!
- Why ever not?
- Either you are an artist or you are not.
- Hear, hear.
- Then I am.
- Interesting.
You have about you
a distinct hint of the pragmatic.
What do you want to be an artist for?
I mean, what's the point of it?
Why don't you just
buy a bloody camera
and take a bloody photograph
and stop giving yourself airs?
- That's what I want to know!
- That's it, go it, Boy!
- I don't give myself airs.
- Yes, you do.
And, anyway,
you haven't answered my question.
Come on! Answer!
- Answer, answer, answer, answer...
- Yes.
Answer, answer, answer, answer...
Because a camera
is a mechanical device
which records a moment in time,
but not what that moment means
or the emotions that it evokes.
Whereas a painting,
however imperfect it may be,
is an expression of feeling.
An expression of love.
Not just a copy of something.
And who on earth do you think
cares about your feelings?
I do.
Boy, you're an oaf. Behave yourself.
To art and love.
To art and love!
We'd just arrived in his rooms, then,
without even a, "By your leave,"
the Lord Flyte pokes his head
through the window and vomits.
Ground floor rooms, you see.
Poor Charles may never recover.
- Morning, Jasper.
- Morning.
Two tries out of you today...
Charles. You're to come away at once!
I've got a basket of strawberries
and a bottle of Chateau Peyraguey,
which isn't a wine you've ever tasted,
so don't pretend.
It's heaven with strawberries.
Just the place to bury a crock of gold.
I should like to bury
something precious
in every place where I've been happy.
And, then,
when I was old and ugly and miserable,
I could come back
and dig it up and remember.
Come along, Charles.
There's someone I want you to meet.
- Is this where you live?
- It's where my family live.
Don't worry,
you won't have to meet them.
- Oh, but I should like to.
- You can't. They're away.
Everything's shut up.
We better go this way.
Keep up.
Charles. Charles.
Well, this is a surprise!
How lovely to see you.
Meet my new chum, Charles.
Charles, this is Nanny Hawkins.
This is who I wanted you to meet.
- I don't think I know you, do I?
- How do you do?
Your friend has charming manners.
What family are you from, Charles?
- No family. I mean, no one important.
- Charles is an artist.
- He's going to paint me.
- How jolly.
You've come at just the right time.
Lady Marchmain's
on her way up from London.
It's the Conservative Women's Tea.
They always turn out for Brideshead.
I'm afraid we may have
to miss them, Nanny.
Your mother will be disappointed.
I'm sure Her Ladyship
would want to meet...
Can't be done, I'm afraid.
Got to get back or we'll be gated.
I pray for my dear Sebastian every day.
- Charles!
- It was very nice to meet you.
- Come along, Charles.
- Couldn't we just have a quick look?
We've seen who we came for.
We can go.
Just a little look.
Don't be such a tourist, Charles.
If you're that keen,
you can see it all for a shilling
on Queen Alexandra's Day.
God, I loathe that painting!
I could show you the chapel, I suppose,
if we're quick.
What did you do that for?
- You're not Catholic, are you?
- No.
- I was just trying to fit in.
- Well, don't.
Come on, come on!
Sorry, I'm afraid I don't have the knack.
Charles, what are you doing?
Car. Now.
Who was that in the car
with your mother?
- My sister.
- What's she like?
For goodness sake, Charles,
I don't keep asking you questions
about your family.
But I've never
asked you anything before.
You're so inquisitive.
Well, you're so mysterious about them.
I hoped I was mysterious
about everything.
Why don't you want me
to meet your family?
Who are you ashamed of, them or me?
Don't be so vulgar, Charles.
I'm not having you mixed up
with my family. You're my friend.
I don't have a family.
You have me.
Sebastian and Charles,
contra mundum.
Contra mundum.
Father?
Father?
- Back already?
- Term's over.
So soon?
Thank you.
- Father, I have to leave at once!
- Oh, yes?
A great friend of mine
has had a terrible accident.
- I must go to him.
- May I?
"Gravely injured.
Come at once. Sebastian."
I'm sorry you're upset.
Reading this message,
I would say that the accident was not
as serious as you seem to suggest
or it would not have been signed
by the victim himself.
Still, of course, he may well be
fully conscious, but horribly paralyzed.
Remind me.
Why is your presence necessary?
I told you, he's a great friend.
Well, I shall miss you, my boy,
but don't hurry back on my account.
Take your bag, sir?
Excuse me!
Are you Charles Ryder?
Yes. Sorry. Hello.
I'm Julia, Sebastian's sister.
I've been sent to pick you up.
Hop in, Mr. Ryder.
- Case in the back.
- Sorry, yes.
How's Sebastian?
- He's fine.
- Fine?
Did he tell you he was dying?
Well, I thought... His message said...
I expect he thought
you wouldn't come if you knew.
He's not badly hurt, then?
He cracked a bone in his foot
so small it hasn't even got a name.
- How did it happen?
- Playing croquet.
I must admit,
I did think it was a little queer,
you traveling all this way
for a croquet injury.
I don't mind.
It's wonderful to be here again.
Is it? Why?
Well, it's such a beautiful house,
for one thing.
I can't stand the place.
Be an angel and light me one.
There you are, at last!
- I thought you were dying.
- I thought I was, too.
The pain was excruciating.
Julia, ask Wilcox
to fetch us some champagne.
- I hate champagne.
- For our guest.
Well, take your coat off. You'll boil.
Come along, Charles.
I thought you hated champagne.
I do.
I suppose Sebastian's told you
all about us?
No. No, nothing at all,
as a matter of fact.
And nor should I.
What?
- I take it you're not one of us?
- Don't answer.
I don't live like this,
if that's what you mean.
She means you're not a Catholic.
Sorry, no. No, nothing at all.
- You mean you're an atheist?
- Well, yes, I suppose.
Strictly speaking, we're C of E,
but Father only ever goes
for Christmas and funerals.
He likes those.
- What about your mother?
- She's dead.
I was very young.
She died working for the Red Cross.
Which, given her devotion to good,
does rather point up
the arbitrariness of it all.
I see. So, you're here arbitrarily?
He's here as my friend.
Given Mr. Ryder's
staunch position on religion,
don't you think he ought to know
what he's getting into?
Leave Charles out of it.
- Tell me.
- Oh, God.
Mummy takes her faith
very seriously, indeed.
So seriously, in fact,
that our fat little priest, Father Mackay,
called her a living saint.
Mind you, he drinks.
Sebastian and I
are a couple of heathens.
I'm not a heathen, I'm a sinner.
Cast out from God's love.
As for you,
you're not a heathen at all, not really.
Why do we always end up
talking about family?
It's time for my bath.
Good evening, Mr. Ryder.
Look after my brother.
I don't think your sister
likes me very much.
I don't think
she cares for anyone much.
I love her.
She's like me.
Drink in remembrance of me.
Hang on.
In fact, I know that that's checkmate.
Come here.
If only it could be
like this always.
Always summer.
Always alone.
Fruit always ripe.
Cheers.
Now,
try this.
- No?
- It's a shy little wine. Like a gazelle.
- Like a leprechaun.
- Dappled in a tapestry meadow.
A flute by still water.
This is a wise old wine.
A prophet in a cave.
And this
is a string of pearls on a white neck.
- A swan.
- The last unicorn.
Who's that?
- Is that your brother?
- Yes, that's Bridey.
- He seems all right to me.
- Wait till you meet him.
Mother.
Hello, there.
Go away,
we're not decent!
- Mummy's here.
- We know.
She's invited Charles to dinner.
It's not what we
agreed upon, Sebastian,
when we talked about this
at Christmas, when you came down.
It's no use crying, darling.
That's just childish.
That's not going to help, is it?
You see, darling,
whatever yesterday's sins,
we must all pray for God's forgiveness.
So now, you try and try again now.
Be a good boy.
For God and for Mummy.
Now, just put your shirt on now.
Dining room's this way.
Is Sebastian all right?
He seemed upset.
Oh.
He and Mummy often have these talks.
Flannels for dinner?
Very bold, Mr. Ryder.
- Will your mother mind?
- Yes, she'll be appalled.
No, don't worry.
She'll be understanding.
- Do you often do that?
- What?
- Say one thing, mean another?
- Yes and no.
Thank you.
- Amen.
- Amen.
Welcome to Brideshead, Mr. Ryder.
I've been hearing all about you.
I do hope you didn't let Sebastian
call you away in too much of a rush.
I'm afraid I didn't quite have time
to pack the right things.
Sebastian must lend you some clothes
while you're here.
Or perhaps Bridey's a better fit.
Are you a Bridey
or a Sebastian, Mr. Ryder?
He can't borrow Bridey's clothes.
Bridey dresses like a bank clerk.
Don't be vulgar, Cordelia.
Vulgar is not the same as funny.
I hope you've been
looked after properly, Ryder.
Has Sebastian
been seeing to the wine?
Yes. Sebastian's been
seeing to the wine.
Delighted to hear it.
- You're fond of wine?
- Yes, very.
I wish I were.
It's such a bond with other men.
At Christ Church, I tried to get drunk
more than once, but I didn't enjoy it.
What do you enjoy, Bridey?
Hunting, shooting,
fishing.
And what form do your pleasures take,
Mr. Ryder?
- Sorry, pleasures?
- Your hobbies.
- What do you do to relax?
- He drinks.
Drinking is not a hobby, Sebastian.
- You live in London, is that correct?
- Yes.
- Whereabouts?
- Paddington.
You live in a railway station?
No, no. Sorry. No, I live nearby.
I see.
And has this led
to an interest in trains?
No.
So, are you close
with Sebastian's crowd?
Not really.
- With Anthony Blanche?
- We're acquainted.
Charles is a painter, Mummy.
How charming.
We must get you
to paint something for us.
- Would you do that, Mr. Ryder?
- I'd be delighted.
I think Brideshead's the most
beautiful house I've ever seen.
- It's utterly magical.
- How kind you are.
Summer at Brideshead.
Mr. Ryder must stay with us
for the rest of the vacation.
As a matter of fact,
I've just heard from Papa.
He wants me to go and see him
in Venice. And Julia.
I see.
And do you intend
to accept this invitation?
Yes. Why not?
What about you, Julia?
Will you be going?
I'd like to.
Wouldn't you rather
stay at Brideshead?
Well, yes, if you want me to.
- You must not neglect your duty.
- No, Mother.
I think we might spend a little time
in the chapel after dinner.
- Would you join us, Mr. Ryder?
- Thank you.
You do know Charles is an atheist?
An agnostic, surely.
Actually, no.
But you'll join us, anyway,
out of curiosity.
Thank you.
- No Sebastian?
- No, Mummy.
Charles, are you really an atheist?
- Yes, I am.
- How awful for you.
I'll put you on my prayer list.
I have a long list of people I pray for,
including six black Cordelias in Africa.
It's a new thing. You send five bob
to some nuns in Africa,
and they christen a baby after you.
Right.
Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive
those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
Amen.
Have you ever
been to Venice, Mr. Ryder?
No. No, I haven't.
Every ambitious young man
should visit Venice.
It makes one sound more complete.
I was thinking, if Sebastian were to go,
it might be a good thing
if you were to accompany him.
He needs someone plausible
by his side.
I gather last time he was there, he was
befriending some very odd types.
It's youthful high spirits, I understand,
but in the end,
we must all accept God's limits.
Atheist, or no.
I know I can rely on you.
You seem to me
a very reliable young man.
- San Giovanni e Paolo.
- Oh, dear.
I can see
you're going to be impossibly curious.
By the way, I should warn you.
Our lovely father is rather a scoundrel.
He lives
in one of the palazzos with Cara.
- Who's Cara?
- His mistress.
Poor Papa's rather shunned by society.
Not the Italians, of course.
They adore him.
- Santa Maria dei Miracoli.
- I know. I've seen the postcard.
- My dear boy!
- Darling, Papa.
- You look so young!
- Do you think so?
I've taken to playing tennis
at the Lido with a professional.
Cara thinks I'm getting far too fat.
Julia, come here.
- Father.
- My child.
- I wasn't sure if you'd come.
- Mummy gave me her blessing.
Blessed by your mother.
What a saint that woman is.
You know, I used to try everything
to please her.
Julia, this is your friend, Mr. Ryder?
- Charles is my friend, Papa.
- I see.
- Delighted.
- How do you do, sir?
- Welcome to Venice.
- Here's Cara. Now we can eat.
Come along now. This way.
Don't look so greedy. It won't go away.
Sorry.
I wasn't sure you'd come to Venice.
Your father seemed
pleased to see you.
I'm not sure Father
cares much if I come.
He'd probably be just as happy
if it was only Sebastian.
They adore each other.
They're alike in so many ways.
- Who are you like?
- Me?
Oh.
Nobody.
I'm the family shadow.
Drinks.
- Julia.
- Cara.
Mr. Ryder, Sebastian tells me
you are a painter.
- Charles is an artist.
- Good.
Well, then I will show you all the
great art of Canaletto and Veronese.
He never goes anywhere.
Such a philistine.
I don't mind the art.
It's religion I can't stand.
The Italians seem unable
to paint anything half decent
without putting Christ dying in it.
Of course, your mother loved Italy.
- A piet?on every street corner.
- Don't be cruel.
On the contrary, she'd be flattered.
God was always her first love.
- Mummy loves all of us equally.
- Come now, Julia.
You were the one who walked away!
What must you think of us, Mr. Ryder?
- A family of monsters, are we not?
- No, not at all.
I lost my mother when I was young.
Tell me, Mr. Ryder, as an artist,
what did you make of Brideshead?
I thought it was magnificent.
You think that? Really?
And now, here you are in Venice.
What a lot of temptations.
He walks for two hours
every day. He wants to be immortal.
But he's quite fragile, you know, inside.
That woman nearly suffocated him.
- She's been very kind to me.
- Oh, yes. I'm sure. But you will see.
Well, just look at her children.
Even when they were tiny,
in the nursery,
they must do
what she want them to do,
be what she want them to be.
Only then, would she love them.
It's not Lady Marchmain's fault.
Her God has done that to her.
But surely you're Catholic, too?
Yes, but a different sort.
It's different in Italy. Not so much guilt.
We do what the heart tell us,
and then we go to confession.
Sebastian loves you very much, I think.
There you are.
They're very good,
these romantic English friendships,
if they don't go on too long.
For you, it's just a,
how do you say, "a phase"?
But I think it's more than that
for poor Sebastian.
Tread carefully, Mr. Ryder.
Come on.
- Hello.
- No! No!
Come on.
Got you.
- Can't sleep.
- Try pajamas.
I enjoyed the beach today.
I hope I wasn't too rough.
You were very sweet.
Charles?
There you are.
Sorry.
Lots to drink.
I'm so glad you're here.
- I'm glad you're here.
- I'm glad I came.
- Did I say I'm glad you're here?
- You're really glad I'm here?
Let's get plastered.
- If you want.
Oh, yes, I do. I want. I want.
There's a wonderful chapel
near here!
You will see a masterpiece, I tell you.
The devil's got his eye on you!
Well, then you must protect me.
Julia!
Julia.
I got lost. All those people.
What are you doing?
What's the matter?
No!
Funny old religion, isn't it?
Sebastian,
what happened just now...
I never meant you to...
If I'd known it was going to happen,
I'd never have...
I don't know what I'm supposed to...
Checkmate.
I'm boring you.
Perhaps it is dull for you here.
You've been enjoying yourself?
- I've been in Venice.
- Oh, yes, yes, I suppose so.
The friend you were
so much concerned about, did he die?
- No.
- I'm very thankful.
You should have written to tell me.
I worried about him so much.
Watch out, Flyte!
- Sebastian!
- Sebastian!
- Leave me alone!
- Damn. Where is he? The bastard.
- Who?
- Mr. Samgrass.
- Who's Mr. Samgrass?
One of Mummy's gang.
Fat little Catholic from All Souls.
Bastard's been set up to follow me.
I wouldn't mind
if he wasn't so infernally ugly.
God, I feel a hundred years old.
Why haven't you called round?
I've been worried.
I was beginning to think
they hadn't sent you up.
- Since Venice.
- Yes.
- Damn! There he is again.
- Who? What are you talking about?
- Mr. Samgrass! There!
- Do you mind?
Mummy's hired him to watch me.
- What does he want?
- My head on a plate.
Look, if he's bothering you,
I can stop him.
Dear Charles, always so certain.
- I'm not certain of anything.
- Aren't you?
By the way, Mummy's here.
She has to talk to you.
Probably wants you
to spy on me as well.
Don't be like that.
Why don't I come round
to your rooms later?
I'm not sure I want to see you anymore.
I'm so sorry.
So, Charles,
- how was Venice?
- Venice was fine.
- A strange way to put it.
- It was beautiful.
Speaking as an artist or a man?
I want a word with you
about Sebastian.
I'm concerned about him.
- Tea?
- No, thank you.
- Why? Should I be?
- He's drinking too much.
You must have noticed.
After all, I sent you to look after him.
Yes, I suppose
we both drink too much, really.
No, not at all. You drink to get drunk,
Sebastian drinks to escape
the claims of his conscience.
I do wish I could understand
why he's so particularly upset.
Ever since he came back from Venice,
he's been unreachable.
- Did something happen there?
- No.
- You all had a good time?
- Yes.
I wonder what it could have been.
I hope you didn't let Julia mislead you.
- I don't understand.
- I think you do.
Please understand,
I would not want you
to make yourself look foolish, Charles.
Her future is not a question of choice.
It is a matter of faith.
Were it simply
a difference in upbringing,
this I might overlook.
But you are a self-proclaimed atheist,
and my daughter
is destined to marry a Catholic.
God commands and we obey.
However, we're forgetting ourselves.
We're here to talk
about your friendship with my son.
I'm not sure Sebastian
wants to be my friend anymore.
Because of Julia?
But that is all cleared up now.
We're giving a ball for Julia's 21 st.
I'd like you
to keep Sebastian company.
You came to Brideshead
as my son's friend.
If you have
unaccountably offended him,
it is surely not too much to ask
that you revisit your responsibilities.
- To him or to you?
- To the family.
And, of course,
Brideshead does look particularly
beautiful at this time of year.
Tell me, I'm curious.
Since, as you claim,
you have no religion,
what do you imagine
you are doing on this earth?
Living my life, the same as you.
But without faith,
what could your purpose possibly be?
I want to look back and say that I was
alive.
That I didn't turn my back. That I tried.
That I was happy.
Happiness in this life is irrelevant.
All that matters,
the only thing of consequence,
is the life hereafter.
Ready for the off.
A beautiful day for it, isn't it? Come on.
Funny, isn't it?
It's my little present to the family.
- Rex Mottram. How do you do?
- Charles Ryder.
Good to meet you, Charles.
Heard all about you.
We should compare notes some time.
- Going on the hunt?
- I don't think so.
Wise man. Load of English
blue bloods on horseback.
Got to fit in, though!
Who is it?
It's me.
You could have knocked.
I nearly spilt my drink.
I did.
Sit down.
If only it could be like this always.
- Always summer.
- Ancient history.
Pass me a towel.
Where's that damn shirt?
You're shaking. What is it?
What's the matter?
Don't you know, Charles?
"Why this is hell, nor am I out of it."
- Sebastian, if I've ever done anything...
- It's not you.
It's me.
For God's sake, do stop mooning at me
like a great big cow!
I'm fine.
I'm fine so long
as I've got plenty of this.
I want you to know that
whatever happened in Venice,
I'm not in your mother's gang,
if that's what you think.
I'm on your side.
Contra mundum.
Dear Charles,
you're not in anybody's gang.
That's always been your problem.
Why are you going on the hunt?
I thought you detested hunting.
I do.
I'm going to leave Bridey
at the first covert,
hack over to the nearest pub,
and spend the whole day drinking.
If they treat me like a dipsomaniac,
they can bloody well
have a dipsomaniac.
Well, they can't stop you.
They can, as a matter of fact,
by not giving me any money.
They've stopped my bank account.
I've pawned my watch
and cigarette case.
That lasted for a bit,
but that's all gone now.
So, regretfully...
Sebastian, I can't do that.
- I thought you were on my side.
- I am.
Well, then.
Look, why don't I come with you?
It's miserable drinking alone.
We could get drunk together,
like we used to.
No.
I'm past all that.
Thanks for the offer.
Well?
Are you with me or against me?
Little bit further up
on the shoulder, though.
Sarah, look.
Sort of up here.
Ladies and gentlemen,
it gives me great pleasure to announce,
on top of the birthday festivities,
the engagement of my eldest daughter,
the Lady Julia Flyte
to Mr. Rex Mottram.
Yes, it's marvelous, isn't it.
- Thank you, Charles. I'd love to dance.
- Cordelia.
- Cordelia, I'm...
- Come along!
- Charles?
- Hmm?
I hope you don't mind me asking,
but modern art,
- it is all bosh, isn't it?
- Yes, it's all bosh.
Good. I thought so.
Get a grip, Charles!
Rex! Rex, I need a better dancer.
Yours for five minutes and no more.
- Come along.
- Okay.
You're rather tall, aren't you?
Is that a handicap?
Why didn't you tell me?
It's not Sebastian. I don't believe that.
Charles, I can't do this.
- When we kissed...
- Please, stop!
Why? It was wonderful.
I know.
I think about it all the time.
I have no choice.
- Oh, Sebastian.
- Never mind.
- Oh, Charles.
- Don't!
- Come along, old boy.
- I don't want your help.
You're in tweed, Sebastian.
This is a ball.
Bugger off, Bridey.
You're worse than wet.
You see... What it is...
I hate you all so very much!
- Sebastian.
- Get off me!
You don't care about me!
All you ever wanted
was to sleep with my sister!
Okay, Sebastian, that's enough.
All right. I'm going.
Charles,
did you give Sebastian money today?
Yes, I did.
Knowing how he was likely to spend it?
Yes.
I don't understand.
How could you be so nice
in so many ways,
and then do something
so wantonly cruel?
We all liked you so much.
I don't understand how we deserved it.
Do you think it's better
to make him feel like a criminal?
Having him watched
every second of the day?
But you deliberately
helped him to drink.
You're the reason he drinks,
not me.
All I did was
try to give him a little freedom.
No, you just wanted him to like you.
You're so desperate to be liked.
I think you should leave now, Charles.
Hello, there.
Would you like me to hold the ladder?
Yes, thanks.
I'm Celia Mulcaster, by the way.
Charles Ryder.
I saw your paintings in the brochure
and thought how charming they looked.
No need to look so gloomy.
If I had half your talent, I'd be delirious.
You can thank me, if you want.
Thank you.
Would you like me
to buy something now?
Silent and grave,
and then "pop," mouse is dead.
- Charles.
- Lady Marchmain.
Thank you, Father.
I'm so glad your son
didn't die of his injuries.
Please, sit down.
I'm fine, thank you.
How did you know where I lived?
My driver found you.
The Ryders of Paddington
are limited in number.
I hear you have your first exhibition
at the Royal Academy.
Congratulations.
I'm sure you're not here
to ask me how I am.
No. The last time we saw each other,
it's true I spoke rather harshly.
I'm not here to apologize.
What I said, I meant.
I took you into my confidence,
and you betrayed me.
I do hope you're not asking me
to agree with you.
- I act only as God directs.
- Rubbish.
God's your best invention.
Whatever you want, he does.
- I am not here to argue with you.
- Good. I'm glad to hear it.
The reason I called
was to ask you a favor.
A favor?
Sebastian's gone missing.
He's in a house in Morocco.
I'm worried about him.
I need you to bring him back.
You banish me from your house,
you poison my friendship
with both your children
and now you expect me
to go begging on your behalf?
There's no one else I can ask.
Even if I were to agree,
what makes you think Sebastian
would take any notice of me?
Because he cared for you more
than he ever cared for anyone else.
All I ever wanted was to see them safe.
And all they do is hate me.
I'll be at Brideshead.
You may send word to me there.
Driver!
Driver!
I'm looking for Sebastian Flyte.
This is his house.
- Who are you?
- I'm his friend.
In the local hospital.
When you see him,
tell him I'm still here.
Your friend
has got the grippe.
One of his lungs is full of fluid.
He will recover. But travel with you?
Not a chance.
He's very weak. No resistance.
What do you expect?
He is an alcoholic.
Here is your friend.
What the hell are you doing here?
Your mother asked me to come.
She wants me to bring you back home,
but the doctor said
it's out of the question for you to travel.
I wouldn't, even if I could.
I think...
I think she's dying.
Walk with me. I'm meant to exercise.
Did you go to my house?
Did you meet Kurt?
Yes.
He wanted you to know
he was waiting for you.
It's rather a pleasant change,
when all your life
you've had people looking after you,
to have someone to look after, yourself.
I thought you'd want to go back
to Brideshead one day.
Brideshead?
Are you mad?
The place would still be full of her.
I wouldn't go within
a hundred miles of the place.
I need to sit.
I'm sorry.
Whatever for?
Everything.
It's all right.
Truly.
I asked too much of you.
I knew it all along, really.
Only God can give you that sort of love.
Come home, Sebastian.
When you're well enough.
Don't finish it like this.
This is my life now.
I'm happy here.
I miss you.
How sweet of you to say that.
Dear Charles,
it was my fault for
bringing you to Brideshead.
Run away.
Run far away and don't ever look back.
I'm sorry.
You must be so proud of him.
- Was he away long?
- Two years,
and it doesn't feel like a day.
Hello, Charles.
Did you know I was on the boat?
If I said no, you wouldn't believe me.
You're married now.
Yes.
- You haven't changed at all.
- Neither have you.
- How ridiculous.
- Yes, isn't it?
Tell me this is fate.
- What?
- Nothing.
Tell me.
I was thinking about Sebastian.
Mummy died without
ever seeing him again.
I know.
Let's go up on deck.
- Are you sure?
- They're all asleep! Come on!
Come on!
Sorry.
- So where's Rex?
- I drowned him.
Forgive me, Rex!
Lady Julia, fancy meeting you here.
- Mr. Ryder.
- Could I possibly get you a drink?
Dry martini, please.
One dry Martini,
one whiskey with water.
Please, allow me.
So, why did you marry Rex?
I don't know. Because he wasn't you.
- Because he was rich.
- Because he was Catholic.
Because Mummy approved,
God rest her soul.
I thought he was my painted savage.
It turns out he was
thoroughly up to date.
Thank you.
Now, no more talk about Rex.
He's in England.
- Do you have children?
- No.
No.
- What will you tell your wife?
- Wait until London.
I have a viewing to arrange.
I'll sort it out. It'll be fine.
- Where shall we go?
- Somewhere abroad, like Daddy.
- What about Italy? Capri?
- Antibes.
- Seville.
- Verona.
- Paris.
- Brideshead.
- No!
- Why not?
- It's the loveliest place on earth.
- I can't go back there.
- Not after this.
- Nonsense.
- We've nothing to apologize for.
- No.
Besides, Rex is there.
Leave it to me.
I'll settle things with Rex.
I'll settle everything.
Trust me.
I do.
- And stop worrying!
- I will.
Good afternoon, ma'am.
- Lovely day.
Mr. and Mrs. Ryder.
Look, that's the Duke
and Duchess of Clarence.
- They want to buy one!
- How very gracious of them.
Make an effort, Charles.
I've got you the cream of Mayfair.
Mrs. Ryder, good day.
Charles, how charming you look.
Anthony.
I heard, quite by chance, at a luncheon,
that you were having an exhibition.
So, of course, I dashed impetuously
to the shrine to pay homage.
Where are the pictures?
Let me explain them to you.
This is simply charm.
Simple, creamy, English charm,
playing tigers.
But enough of art.
They tell me you are happy in love
and that is everything, isn't it?
Or nearly everything.
Everyone's talking about it.
So, it's Julia now.
And it used to be Sebastian.
Do you think I should warn her?
Warn her about what?
How apropos that you'd have
chosen jungles for your canvas.
I always thought you
were the lamb to be slaughtered,
when all along it is they
who are hunted.
There really is no end to your hunger,
is there, Charles?
Why do I feel so nervous?
- Don't be.
- Who are all these people?
- Politicians, money men.
Rex thinks there's a war
coming with Hitler.
He wants to do well out of it.
- It's all he talks about.
- Hello, Julia.
- Hello, Rex.
- Good evening, Rex.
Mr. Ryder,
welcome back to Brideshead.
I hear you're making
quite a name for yourself.
- Could I have a word with you?
- Later, I have guests.
It's cold.
Not here!
- Sorry.
- Let's go back to London.
- Let me settle everything with Rex.
- And then we'll leave?
- Yes? Charles?
- Yes.
If that's what you want.
Hello, Bridey.
- Hello, Julia. Just up from London?
- Yes.
Welcome back to Brideshead, Charles.
- How's your family?
- Fine, thank you.
- Rex still entertaining?
- He's got business.
I'm sorry he's not here.
I have a little announcement to make.
Well, come on. Out with it.
- I'm engaged to be married.
- Congratulations, Bridey.
Well, who is she?
- No one you know.
- Is she pretty?
I don't think you could
exactly call her pretty.
"Comely" is the word
I think of in her connection.
She is a big woman.
- Fat?
- No, big.
She's called Mrs. Muspratt.
Her Christian name is Beryl.
But, Bridey, where did you find her?
Her late husband, Admiral Muspratt,
collected matchboxes.
You're not marrying her
for her matchboxes, are you, Bridey?
No, no.
Matchboxes were left
to Falmouth Town Library.
I'm just holding them for collection.
Why are you laughing?
- I hope you'll be very happy.
- Thank you.
- I think I'm very fortunate.
- You sly, old thing.
When are we going to meet her?
You must bring her here.
- I couldn't do that.
- Why not?
Well, you must understand,
Beryl is a woman
of strict Catholic principle,
fortified by the prejudices
of the middle classes.
I couldn't possibly bring her here.
I don't understand.
It may be a matter of indifference
to you,
whether or not you choose
to live in sin with Charles,
but on no account would Beryl
consent to be your guest.
How dare you talk to her like that?
Bloody offensive thing to say!
Really, there was nothing
she could object to.
I was merely stating
a fact well known to her.
Take no notice of him, my darling.
So,
got you. Sorry about the delay.
I'll be outside.
The door? Door's made
from all the works of Dickens.
I had it installed especially. Want one?
No, thank you.
I know what you're thinking.
How vulgar can it get?
You wanna know the secret?
I do it on purpose.
It amuses me to offend
their delicate sensibilities.
So, you wanna take my wife off me?
You know she can't marry
a divorc? right?
- Against the rules.
- Well, at least she'll be free of you.
She'll never be free.
Don't pretend
you've been faithful to her.
Who said anything about faith?
I bet you'd love to get your hands
on the house, though, wouldn't you?
All those pretty paintings.
All those pretty views.
Let her go, Rex. You never loved her.
The only thing you ever had
in common was religion.
Wrong. When I decided to marry Julia,
I wasn't a Catholic.
I converted before the wedding.
Bet she didn't tell you that.
- I guessed.
- Oh, yeah?
You're the type.
You people,
you never learn.
You could have had it all
if you'd been a little more flexible.
I did what I had to do.
They want a Catholic,
I'll convert to Catholicism.
It's a great religion.
You sin all you want, then you confess.
Problem solved.
You gotta woo these people.
This family don't live in the real world.
- They're mortgaged up to the hilt.
- Get to the point.
You want my wife? Make me an offer.
- I'm not just giving her away.
- Don't do this. It's demeaning.
Try a little harder.
You're a rich man, Rex,
you've already got what you wanted.
You can never have enough
of what you want.
No, you're right.
You're taking her off my hands.
That's a favor.
I'll tell you what I'll do.
You give me a couple of your jungle
pics, and I'll give you an annulment.
I hear you're worth collecting.
Come on, Charlie boy, say yes.
You know you want to.
You don't have to speak.
Just nod.
I'll have my driver take me to London.
He can pick up the paintings
in the morning.
You know she's mad.
Can't even give you children.
Lost the only one we had.
Julia?
I'm so sorry. I didn't know.
- It's just a shock.
- Shh.
Shh. Don't.
I've always known, ever since nursery.
I tried to be good, I really did.
I tried. I married Rex.
All through the backgammon
and cigars, I tried.
But it's not enough. It's never enough.
God had to punish me.
So he took my little stillborn...
My child. My girl.
With you, I thought I could
really and truly be free.
But coming back here, it's like a thread,
an invisible thread drawing you back,
inch by inch,
until all of a sudden,
you're a child again.
And that voice inside your head,
the one that Mummy planted
all those years ago in the nursery,
every night in the nursery,
filling your head with it.
And the voice is telling you,
whispering,
"Wicked little Julia,
Brideshead Revisited Script - Dialogue Transcript
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Brideshead Revisited Script
If you asked me now who I am,
the only answer I could give
with any certainty
would be my name,
Charles Ryder.
For the rest,
my loves, my hates,
down even to my deepest desires,
I can no longer say whether
these emotions are my own
or stolen from those
I once so desperately wished to be.
On second thoughts,
one emotion remains my own,
alone among the borrowed
and the second-hand,
as pure as that faith
from which I am still in flight.
Guilt.
Been away, sir? Anywhere interesting?
- Jungle.
- Jungle.
Explorer, are we?
- Painter.
- Painter?
So, bye-bye beardy, hello smooth.
Famous for his impressive
architectural portraits,
British artist Charles Ryder
has taken New York by storm
with a series of gripping jungle studies.
To own a Ryder is currently the dream
of every self-respecting
East Coast millionaire.
You must be so proud of him.
- Was he away long?
- Two years,
- and it doesn't feel like a day.
- You must feel positively bridal.
I can't paint
to save my life.
Thank you.
I can't even hold a buggering brush!
But I know what I like. Lots of color.
Nice and bright.
I see the jungle in your work
as a metaphor.
Not least, the metaphysical semblance
of the chaos at the heart of civilization.
Make an effort, Charles.
You're not in South America now.
You're amongst civilized people.
- Mr. Ryder, I wonder if I could...
- I'm so sorry. Excuse me.
- Excuse me. Thank you very much.
...just have a conversation...
Hello, Charles.
- You're wearing a coat!
- Yes, Father, I am.
Why?
- I'm going up to Oxford.
- Ah. Yes.
- Remind me. What are you taking?
- History.
- And what allowance have I given you?
- A hundred pounds.
How very indulgent of me.
Mind you, it all comes out of capital.
Oh, I suppose this is the time
I should give you advice.
Your mother was always
so good at that.
Who's meeting you?
Cousin Jasper offered
to show me around.
Cousin Jasper!
Most entertaining.
Out of the way,
you silly fool.
There you are, Charles.
This way, please.
Come along. As an only child,
you will, of course, have much to learn.
Though I am only your cousin, Charles,
you must look upon me as a brother.
Older, wiser,
but a brother nevertheless.
Now, it is no secret that our families
are not rich in material wealth.
Keep off the grass.
But I like to think that we Ryders are,
all of us, rich in the striving of minds.
Now, then... Not that way.
Clothes. Dress as you do
in a country house.
Never wear a tweed coat
and a flannel trousers, always a suit.
And go to a London tailor.
You'll get a better cut.
Protocol. First and foremost,
behaving with restraint...
Nine adulteries, 12 liaisons,
64 fornications,
and something approaching a rape
rest nightly upon the soul
of our delicate friend Florialis,
and yet the man is so
quiet and reserved in demeanor
that he passes
for both bloodless and sexless.
Sodomites, all of them. Steer well clear.
Treat all dons
as you would the local vicar.
With indifference.
Oh, dear, oh, dear. This won't do at all.
You must change your rooms.
I've seen many a man ruined
through having ground floor rooms
in the front quad.
People start dropping in.
They leave their gowns here
and come and collect them before hall.
You start giving them sherry
and before you know it they're...
Sebastian, come along.
Look at the state of him.
Come on, you're nearly clean.
Oh, no, no, no, sir, stop.
You don't clear up after yourself.
That's my job.
Sorry, Lunt. What's all this?
From the gentleman last night, sir.
He just called. Left a note for you.
"I am very contrite.
"Please come to luncheon today.
Sebastian Flyte."
The Lord Sebastian Flyte,
don't you know?
I'm sure it's quite a pleasure
to clear up after him.
I take it
you'll be out to lunch today, then, sir.
Yes, Lunt. I think I shall be.
I've just counted them.
There's five each and two over,
so I'm having the two.
I'm unaccountably hungry today.
I put myself unreservedly
in the hands of Dolbear and Goodall
and feel so drugged
I've begun to believe
the whole of yesterday evening
was a dream.
Please don't wake me.
- Do try one.
- Thank you.
- What are they?
- Plover's eggs. The first this year.
Mummy sends them from Brideshead.
They always lay early for her.
You would, too, if you knew my mother.
Are you terribly angry with me
about last night?
No, not at all.
Thank you for the flowers.
Aloysius, you can't go there.
Do sit down.
- Tell me about you.
- Me?
I'm in my first year, reading history,
but really what I most want to be
is a painter.
Would you like to paint me?
Well, yes. Yes, if you like.
It's so clever of you,
knowing what you want.
I've no idea what I want.
Except to be happy.
If I can.
Let's have some champagne.
A glass each before the rowdies arrive.
You don't want to join the Old Boys.
They're all bloody drugged bogs
or collegers.
Top me up,
will you, old man?
- I don't remember you from Eton.
- I didn't go to Eton.
Oh, really. Where then?
Harrow or Winchester?
Rugby? Oh, not Charterhouse, I hope?
You wouldn't have heard of it.
There are other schools,
you know, Boy.
Yes, I suppose there must be.
- My dears.
- Hello, Blanche.
Hello, Blanche.
I couldn't get away before.
I was lunching
with my preposterous tutor.
I told him I had to change for footer.
Anthony, you remember Charles.
From last night?
Charles is reading history,
but he wants to be an artist.
- No!
- Why ever not?
- Either you are an artist or you are not.
- Hear, hear.
- Then I am.
- Interesting.
You have about you
a distinct hint of the pragmatic.
What do you want to be an artist for?
I mean, what's the point of it?
Why don't you just
buy a bloody camera
and take a bloody photograph
and stop giving yourself airs?
- That's what I want to know!
- That's it, go it, Boy!
- I don't give myself airs.
- Yes, you do.
And, anyway,
you haven't answered my question.
Come on! Answer!
- Answer, answer, answer, answer...
- Yes.
Answer, answer, answer, answer...
Because a camera
is a mechanical device
which records a moment in time,
but not what that moment means
or the emotions that it evokes.
Whereas a painting,
however imperfect it may be,
is an expression of feeling.
An expression of love.
Not just a copy of something.
And who on earth do you think
cares about your feelings?
I do.
Boy, you're an oaf. Behave yourself.
To art and love.
To art and love!
We'd just arrived in his rooms, then,
without even a, "By your leave,"
the Lord Flyte pokes his head
through the window and vomits.
Ground floor rooms, you see.
Poor Charles may never recover.
- Morning, Jasper.
- Morning.
Two tries out of you today...
Charles. You're to come away at once!
I've got a basket of strawberries
and a bottle of Chateau Peyraguey,
which isn't a wine you've ever tasted,
so don't pretend.
It's heaven with strawberries.
Just the place to bury a crock of gold.
I should like to bury
something precious
in every place where I've been happy.
And, then,
when I was old and ugly and miserable,
I could come back
and dig it up and remember.
Come along, Charles.
There's someone I want you to meet.
- Is this where you live?
- It's where my family live.
Don't worry,
you won't have to meet them.
- Oh, but I should like to.
- You can't. They're away.
Everything's shut up.
We better go this way.
Keep up.
Charles. Charles.
Well, this is a surprise!
How lovely to see you.
Meet my new chum, Charles.
Charles, this is Nanny Hawkins.
This is who I wanted you to meet.
- I don't think I know you, do I?
- How do you do?
Your friend has charming manners.
What family are you from, Charles?
- No family. I mean, no one important.
- Charles is an artist.
- He's going to paint me.
- How jolly.
You've come at just the right time.
Lady Marchmain's
on her way up from London.
It's the Conservative Women's Tea.
They always turn out for Brideshead.
I'm afraid we may have
to miss them, Nanny.
Your mother will be disappointed.
I'm sure Her Ladyship
would want to meet...
Can't be done, I'm afraid.
Got to get back or we'll be gated.
I pray for my dear Sebastian every day.
- Charles!
- It was very nice to meet you.
- Come along, Charles.
- Couldn't we just have a quick look?
We've seen who we came for.
We can go.
Just a little look.
Don't be such a tourist, Charles.
If you're that keen,
you can see it all for a shilling
on Queen Alexandra's Day.
God, I loathe that painting!
I could show you the chapel, I suppose,
if we're quick.
What did you do that for?
- You're not Catholic, are you?
- No.
- I was just trying to fit in.
- Well, don't.
Come on, come on!
Sorry, I'm afraid I don't have the knack.
Charles, what are you doing?
Car. Now.
Who was that in the car
with your mother?
- My sister.
- What's she like?
For goodness sake, Charles,
I don't keep asking you questions
about your family.
But I've never
asked you anything before.
You're so inquisitive.
Well, you're so mysterious about them.
I hoped I was mysterious
about everything.
Why don't you want me
to meet your family?
Who are you ashamed of, them or me?
Don't be so vulgar, Charles.
I'm not having you mixed up
with my family. You're my friend.
I don't have a family.
You have me.
Sebastian and Charles,
contra mundum.
Contra mundum.
Father?
Father?
- Back already?
- Term's over.
So soon?
Thank you.
- Father, I have to leave at once!
- Oh, yes?
A great friend of mine
has had a terrible accident.
- I must go to him.
- May I?
"Gravely injured.
Come at once. Sebastian."
I'm sorry you're upset.
Reading this message,
I would say that the accident was not
as serious as you seem to suggest
or it would not have been signed
by the victim himself.
Still, of course, he may well be
fully conscious, but horribly paralyzed.
Remind me.
Why is your presence necessary?
I told you, he's a great friend.
Well, I shall miss you, my boy,
but don't hurry back on my account.
Take your bag, sir?
Excuse me!
Are you Charles Ryder?
Yes. Sorry. Hello.
I'm Julia, Sebastian's sister.
I've been sent to pick you up.
Hop in, Mr. Ryder.
- Case in the back.
- Sorry, yes.
How's Sebastian?
- He's fine.
- Fine?
Did he tell you he was dying?
Well, I thought... His message said...
I expect he thought
you wouldn't come if you knew.
He's not badly hurt, then?
He cracked a bone in his foot
so small it hasn't even got a name.
- How did it happen?
- Playing croquet.
I must admit,
I did think it was a little queer,
you traveling all this way
for a croquet injury.
I don't mind.
It's wonderful to be here again.
Is it? Why?
Well, it's such a beautiful house,
for one thing.
I can't stand the place.
Be an angel and light me one.
There you are, at last!
- I thought you were dying.
- I thought I was, too.
The pain was excruciating.
Julia, ask Wilcox
to fetch us some champagne.
- I hate champagne.
- For our guest.
Well, take your coat off. You'll boil.
Come along, Charles.
I thought you hated champagne.
I do.
I suppose Sebastian's told you
all about us?
No. No, nothing at all,
as a matter of fact.
And nor should I.
What?
- I take it you're not one of us?
- Don't answer.
I don't live like this,
if that's what you mean.
She means you're not a Catholic.
Sorry, no. No, nothing at all.
- You mean you're an atheist?
- Well, yes, I suppose.
Strictly speaking, we're C of E,
but Father only ever goes
for Christmas and funerals.
He likes those.
- What about your mother?
- She's dead.
I was very young.
She died working for the Red Cross.
Which, given her devotion to good,
does rather point up
the arbitrariness of it all.
I see. So, you're here arbitrarily?
He's here as my friend.
Given Mr. Ryder's
staunch position on religion,
don't you think he ought to know
what he's getting into?
Leave Charles out of it.
- Tell me.
- Oh, God.
Mummy takes her faith
very seriously, indeed.
So seriously, in fact,
that our fat little priest, Father Mackay,
called her a living saint.
Mind you, he drinks.
Sebastian and I
are a couple of heathens.
I'm not a heathen, I'm a sinner.
Cast out from God's love.
As for you,
you're not a heathen at all, not really.
Why do we always end up
talking about family?
It's time for my bath.
Good evening, Mr. Ryder.
Look after my brother.
I don't think your sister
likes me very much.
I don't think
she cares for anyone much.
I love her.
She's like me.
Drink in remembrance of me.
Hang on.
In fact, I know that that's checkmate.
Come here.
If only it could be
like this always.
Always summer.
Always alone.
Fruit always ripe.
Cheers.
Now,
try this.
- No?
- It's a shy little wine. Like a gazelle.
- Like a leprechaun.
- Dappled in a tapestry meadow.
A flute by still water.
This is a wise old wine.
A prophet in a cave.
And this
is a string of pearls on a white neck.
- A swan.
- The last unicorn.
Who's that?
- Is that your brother?
- Yes, that's Bridey.
- He seems all right to me.
- Wait till you meet him.
Mother.
Hello, there.
Go away,
we're not decent!
- Mummy's here.
- We know.
She's invited Charles to dinner.
It's not what we
agreed upon, Sebastian,
when we talked about this
at Christmas, when you came down.
It's no use crying, darling.
That's just childish.
That's not going to help, is it?
You see, darling,
whatever yesterday's sins,
we must all pray for God's forgiveness.
So now, you try and try again now.
Be a good boy.
For God and for Mummy.
Now, just put your shirt on now.
Dining room's this way.
Is Sebastian all right?
He seemed upset.
Oh.
He and Mummy often have these talks.
Flannels for dinner?
Very bold, Mr. Ryder.
- Will your mother mind?
- Yes, she'll be appalled.
No, don't worry.
She'll be understanding.
- Do you often do that?
- What?
- Say one thing, mean another?
- Yes and no.
Thank you.
- Amen.
- Amen.
Welcome to Brideshead, Mr. Ryder.
I've been hearing all about you.
I do hope you didn't let Sebastian
call you away in too much of a rush.
I'm afraid I didn't quite have time
to pack the right things.
Sebastian must lend you some clothes
while you're here.
Or perhaps Bridey's a better fit.
Are you a Bridey
or a Sebastian, Mr. Ryder?
He can't borrow Bridey's clothes.
Bridey dresses like a bank clerk.
Don't be vulgar, Cordelia.
Vulgar is not the same as funny.
I hope you've been
looked after properly, Ryder.
Has Sebastian
been seeing to the wine?
Yes. Sebastian's been
seeing to the wine.
Delighted to hear it.
- You're fond of wine?
- Yes, very.
I wish I were.
It's such a bond with other men.
At Christ Church, I tried to get drunk
more than once, but I didn't enjoy it.
What do you enjoy, Bridey?
Hunting, shooting,
fishing.
And what form do your pleasures take,
Mr. Ryder?
- Sorry, pleasures?
- Your hobbies.
- What do you do to relax?
- He drinks.
Drinking is not a hobby, Sebastian.
- You live in London, is that correct?
- Yes.
- Whereabouts?
- Paddington.
You live in a railway station?
No, no. Sorry. No, I live nearby.
I see.
And has this led
to an interest in trains?
No.
So, are you close
with Sebastian's crowd?
Not really.
- With Anthony Blanche?
- We're acquainted.
Charles is a painter, Mummy.
How charming.
We must get you
to paint something for us.
- Would you do that, Mr. Ryder?
- I'd be delighted.
I think Brideshead's the most
beautiful house I've ever seen.
- It's utterly magical.
- How kind you are.
Summer at Brideshead.
Mr. Ryder must stay with us
for the rest of the vacation.
As a matter of fact,
I've just heard from Papa.
He wants me to go and see him
in Venice. And Julia.
I see.
And do you intend
to accept this invitation?
Yes. Why not?
What about you, Julia?
Will you be going?
I'd like to.
Wouldn't you rather
stay at Brideshead?
Well, yes, if you want me to.
- You must not neglect your duty.
- No, Mother.
I think we might spend a little time
in the chapel after dinner.
- Would you join us, Mr. Ryder?
- Thank you.
You do know Charles is an atheist?
An agnostic, surely.
Actually, no.
But you'll join us, anyway,
out of curiosity.
Thank you.
- No Sebastian?
- No, Mummy.
Charles, are you really an atheist?
- Yes, I am.
- How awful for you.
I'll put you on my prayer list.
I have a long list of people I pray for,
including six black Cordelias in Africa.
It's a new thing. You send five bob
to some nuns in Africa,
and they christen a baby after you.
Right.
Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive
those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
Amen.
Have you ever
been to Venice, Mr. Ryder?
No. No, I haven't.
Every ambitious young man
should visit Venice.
It makes one sound more complete.
I was thinking, if Sebastian were to go,
it might be a good thing
if you were to accompany him.
He needs someone plausible
by his side.
I gather last time he was there, he was
befriending some very odd types.
It's youthful high spirits, I understand,
but in the end,
we must all accept God's limits.
Atheist, or no.
I know I can rely on you.
You seem to me
a very reliable young man.
- San Giovanni e Paolo.
- Oh, dear.
I can see
you're going to be impossibly curious.
By the way, I should warn you.
Our lovely father is rather a scoundrel.
He lives
in one of the palazzos with Cara.
- Who's Cara?
- His mistress.
Poor Papa's rather shunned by society.
Not the Italians, of course.
They adore him.
- Santa Maria dei Miracoli.
- I know. I've seen the postcard.
- My dear boy!
- Darling, Papa.
- You look so young!
- Do you think so?
I've taken to playing tennis
at the Lido with a professional.
Cara thinks I'm getting far too fat.
Julia, come here.
- Father.
- My child.
- I wasn't sure if you'd come.
- Mummy gave me her blessing.
Blessed by your mother.
What a saint that woman is.
You know, I used to try everything
to please her.
Julia, this is your friend, Mr. Ryder?
- Charles is my friend, Papa.
- I see.
- Delighted.
- How do you do, sir?
- Welcome to Venice.
- Here's Cara. Now we can eat.
Come along now. This way.
Don't look so greedy. It won't go away.
Sorry.
I wasn't sure you'd come to Venice.
Your father seemed
pleased to see you.
I'm not sure Father
cares much if I come.
He'd probably be just as happy
if it was only Sebastian.
They adore each other.
They're alike in so many ways.
- Who are you like?
- Me?
Oh.
Nobody.
I'm the family shadow.
Drinks.
- Julia.
- Cara.
Mr. Ryder, Sebastian tells me
you are a painter.
- Charles is an artist.
- Good.
Well, then I will show you all the
great art of Canaletto and Veronese.
He never goes anywhere.
Such a philistine.
I don't mind the art.
It's religion I can't stand.
The Italians seem unable
to paint anything half decent
without putting Christ dying in it.
Of course, your mother loved Italy.
- A piet?on every street corner.
- Don't be cruel.
On the contrary, she'd be flattered.
God was always her first love.
- Mummy loves all of us equally.
- Come now, Julia.
You were the one who walked away!
What must you think of us, Mr. Ryder?
- A family of monsters, are we not?
- No, not at all.
I lost my mother when I was young.
Tell me, Mr. Ryder, as an artist,
what did you make of Brideshead?
I thought it was magnificent.
You think that? Really?
And now, here you are in Venice.
What a lot of temptations.
He walks for two hours
every day. He wants to be immortal.
But he's quite fragile, you know, inside.
That woman nearly suffocated him.
- She's been very kind to me.
- Oh, yes. I'm sure. But you will see.
Well, just look at her children.
Even when they were tiny,
in the nursery,
they must do
what she want them to do,
be what she want them to be.
Only then, would she love them.
It's not Lady Marchmain's fault.
Her God has done that to her.
But surely you're Catholic, too?
Yes, but a different sort.
It's different in Italy. Not so much guilt.
We do what the heart tell us,
and then we go to confession.
Sebastian loves you very much, I think.
There you are.
They're very good,
these romantic English friendships,
if they don't go on too long.
For you, it's just a,
how do you say, "a phase"?
But I think it's more than that
for poor Sebastian.
Tread carefully, Mr. Ryder.
Come on.
- Hello.
- No! No!
Come on.
Got you.
- Can't sleep.
- Try pajamas.
I enjoyed the beach today.
I hope I wasn't too rough.
You were very sweet.
Charles?
There you are.
Sorry.
Lots to drink.
I'm so glad you're here.
- I'm glad you're here.
- I'm glad I came.
- Did I say I'm glad you're here?
- You're really glad I'm here?
Let's get plastered.
- If you want.
Oh, yes, I do. I want. I want.
There's a wonderful chapel
near here!
You will see a masterpiece, I tell you.
The devil's got his eye on you!
Well, then you must protect me.
Julia!
Julia.
I got lost. All those people.
What are you doing?
What's the matter?
No!
Funny old religion, isn't it?
Sebastian,
what happened just now...
I never meant you to...
If I'd known it was going to happen,
I'd never have...
I don't know what I'm supposed to...
Checkmate.
I'm boring you.
Perhaps it is dull for you here.
You've been enjoying yourself?
- I've been in Venice.
- Oh, yes, yes, I suppose so.
The friend you were
so much concerned about, did he die?
- No.
- I'm very thankful.
You should have written to tell me.
I worried about him so much.
Watch out, Flyte!
- Sebastian!
- Sebastian!
- Leave me alone!
- Damn. Where is he? The bastard.
- Who?
- Mr. Samgrass.
- Who's Mr. Samgrass?
One of Mummy's gang.
Fat little Catholic from All Souls.
Bastard's been set up to follow me.
I wouldn't mind
if he wasn't so infernally ugly.
God, I feel a hundred years old.
Why haven't you called round?
I've been worried.
I was beginning to think
they hadn't sent you up.
- Since Venice.
- Yes.
- Damn! There he is again.
- Who? What are you talking about?
- Mr. Samgrass! There!
- Do you mind?
Mummy's hired him to watch me.
- What does he want?
- My head on a plate.
Look, if he's bothering you,
I can stop him.
Dear Charles, always so certain.
- I'm not certain of anything.
- Aren't you?
By the way, Mummy's here.
She has to talk to you.
Probably wants you
to spy on me as well.
Don't be like that.
Why don't I come round
to your rooms later?
I'm not sure I want to see you anymore.
I'm so sorry.
So, Charles,
- how was Venice?
- Venice was fine.
- A strange way to put it.
- It was beautiful.
Speaking as an artist or a man?
I want a word with you
about Sebastian.
I'm concerned about him.
- Tea?
- No, thank you.
- Why? Should I be?
- He's drinking too much.
You must have noticed.
After all, I sent you to look after him.
Yes, I suppose
we both drink too much, really.
No, not at all. You drink to get drunk,
Sebastian drinks to escape
the claims of his conscience.
I do wish I could understand
why he's so particularly upset.
Ever since he came back from Venice,
he's been unreachable.
- Did something happen there?
- No.
- You all had a good time?
- Yes.
I wonder what it could have been.
I hope you didn't let Julia mislead you.
- I don't understand.
- I think you do.
Please understand,
I would not want you
to make yourself look foolish, Charles.
Her future is not a question of choice.
It is a matter of faith.
Were it simply
a difference in upbringing,
this I might overlook.
But you are a self-proclaimed atheist,
and my daughter
is destined to marry a Catholic.
God commands and we obey.
However, we're forgetting ourselves.
We're here to talk
about your friendship with my son.
I'm not sure Sebastian
wants to be my friend anymore.
Because of Julia?
But that is all cleared up now.
We're giving a ball for Julia's 21 st.
I'd like you
to keep Sebastian company.
You came to Brideshead
as my son's friend.
If you have
unaccountably offended him,
it is surely not too much to ask
that you revisit your responsibilities.
- To him or to you?
- To the family.
And, of course,
Brideshead does look particularly
beautiful at this time of year.
Tell me, I'm curious.
Since, as you claim,
you have no religion,
what do you imagine
you are doing on this earth?
Living my life, the same as you.
But without faith,
what could your purpose possibly be?
I want to look back and say that I was
alive.
That I didn't turn my back. That I tried.
That I was happy.
Happiness in this life is irrelevant.
All that matters,
the only thing of consequence,
is the life hereafter.
Ready for the off.
A beautiful day for it, isn't it? Come on.
Funny, isn't it?
It's my little present to the family.
- Rex Mottram. How do you do?
- Charles Ryder.
Good to meet you, Charles.
Heard all about you.
We should compare notes some time.
- Going on the hunt?
- I don't think so.
Wise man. Load of English
blue bloods on horseback.
Got to fit in, though!
Who is it?
It's me.
You could have knocked.
I nearly spilt my drink.
I did.
Sit down.
If only it could be like this always.
- Always summer.
- Ancient history.
Pass me a towel.
Where's that damn shirt?
You're shaking. What is it?
What's the matter?
Don't you know, Charles?
"Why this is hell, nor am I out of it."
- Sebastian, if I've ever done anything...
- It's not you.
It's me.
For God's sake, do stop mooning at me
like a great big cow!
I'm fine.
I'm fine so long
as I've got plenty of this.
I want you to know that
whatever happened in Venice,
I'm not in your mother's gang,
if that's what you think.
I'm on your side.
Contra mundum.
Dear Charles,
you're not in anybody's gang.
That's always been your problem.
Why are you going on the hunt?
I thought you detested hunting.
I do.
I'm going to leave Bridey
at the first covert,
hack over to the nearest pub,
and spend the whole day drinking.
If they treat me like a dipsomaniac,
they can bloody well
have a dipsomaniac.
Well, they can't stop you.
They can, as a matter of fact,
by not giving me any money.
They've stopped my bank account.
I've pawned my watch
and cigarette case.
That lasted for a bit,
but that's all gone now.
So, regretfully...
Sebastian, I can't do that.
- I thought you were on my side.
- I am.
Well, then.
Look, why don't I come with you?
It's miserable drinking alone.
We could get drunk together,
like we used to.
No.
I'm past all that.
Thanks for the offer.
Well?
Are you with me or against me?
Little bit further up
on the shoulder, though.
Sarah, look.
Sort of up here.
Ladies and gentlemen,
it gives me great pleasure to announce,
on top of the birthday festivities,
the engagement of my eldest daughter,
the Lady Julia Flyte
to Mr. Rex Mottram.
Yes, it's marvelous, isn't it.
- Thank you, Charles. I'd love to dance.
- Cordelia.
- Cordelia, I'm...
- Come along!
- Charles?
- Hmm?
I hope you don't mind me asking,
but modern art,
- it is all bosh, isn't it?
- Yes, it's all bosh.
Good. I thought so.
Get a grip, Charles!
Rex! Rex, I need a better dancer.
Yours for five minutes and no more.
- Come along.
- Okay.
You're rather tall, aren't you?
Is that a handicap?
Why didn't you tell me?
It's not Sebastian. I don't believe that.
Charles, I can't do this.
- When we kissed...
- Please, stop!
Why? It was wonderful.
I know.
I think about it all the time.
I have no choice.
- Oh, Sebastian.
- Never mind.
- Oh, Charles.
- Don't!
- Come along, old boy.
- I don't want your help.
You're in tweed, Sebastian.
This is a ball.
Bugger off, Bridey.
You're worse than wet.
You see... What it is...
I hate you all so very much!
- Sebastian.
- Get off me!
You don't care about me!
All you ever wanted
was to sleep with my sister!
Okay, Sebastian, that's enough.
All right. I'm going.
Charles,
did you give Sebastian money today?
Yes, I did.
Knowing how he was likely to spend it?
Yes.
I don't understand.
How could you be so nice
in so many ways,
and then do something
so wantonly cruel?
We all liked you so much.
I don't understand how we deserved it.
Do you think it's better
to make him feel like a criminal?
Having him watched
every second of the day?
But you deliberately
helped him to drink.
You're the reason he drinks,
not me.
All I did was
try to give him a little freedom.
No, you just wanted him to like you.
You're so desperate to be liked.
I think you should leave now, Charles.
Hello, there.
Would you like me to hold the ladder?
Yes, thanks.
I'm Celia Mulcaster, by the way.
Charles Ryder.
I saw your paintings in the brochure
and thought how charming they looked.
No need to look so gloomy.
If I had half your talent, I'd be delirious.
You can thank me, if you want.
Thank you.
Would you like me
to buy something now?
Silent and grave,
and then "pop," mouse is dead.
- Charles.
- Lady Marchmain.
Thank you, Father.
I'm so glad your son
didn't die of his injuries.
Please, sit down.
I'm fine, thank you.
How did you know where I lived?
My driver found you.
The Ryders of Paddington
are limited in number.
I hear you have your first exhibition
at the Royal Academy.
Congratulations.
I'm sure you're not here
to ask me how I am.
No. The last time we saw each other,
it's true I spoke rather harshly.
I'm not here to apologize.
What I said, I meant.
I took you into my confidence,
and you betrayed me.
I do hope you're not asking me
to agree with you.
- I act only as God directs.
- Rubbish.
God's your best invention.
Whatever you want, he does.
- I am not here to argue with you.
- Good. I'm glad to hear it.
The reason I called
was to ask you a favor.
A favor?
Sebastian's gone missing.
He's in a house in Morocco.
I'm worried about him.
I need you to bring him back.
You banish me from your house,
you poison my friendship
with both your children
and now you expect me
to go begging on your behalf?
There's no one else I can ask.
Even if I were to agree,
what makes you think Sebastian
would take any notice of me?
Because he cared for you more
than he ever cared for anyone else.
All I ever wanted was to see them safe.
And all they do is hate me.
I'll be at Brideshead.
You may send word to me there.
Driver!
Driver!
I'm looking for Sebastian Flyte.
This is his house.
- Who are you?
- I'm his friend.
In the local hospital.
When you see him,
tell him I'm still here.
Your friend
has got the grippe.
One of his lungs is full of fluid.
He will recover. But travel with you?
Not a chance.
He's very weak. No resistance.
What do you expect?
He is an alcoholic.
Here is your friend.
What the hell are you doing here?
Your mother asked me to come.
She wants me to bring you back home,
but the doctor said
it's out of the question for you to travel.
I wouldn't, even if I could.
I think...
I think she's dying.
Walk with me. I'm meant to exercise.
Did you go to my house?
Did you meet Kurt?
Yes.
He wanted you to know
he was waiting for you.
It's rather a pleasant change,
when all your life
you've had people looking after you,
to have someone to look after, yourself.
I thought you'd want to go back
to Brideshead one day.
Brideshead?
Are you mad?
The place would still be full of her.
I wouldn't go within
a hundred miles of the place.
I need to sit.
I'm sorry.
Whatever for?
Everything.
It's all right.
Truly.
I asked too much of you.
I knew it all along, really.
Only God can give you that sort of love.
Come home, Sebastian.
When you're well enough.
Don't finish it like this.
This is my life now.
I'm happy here.
I miss you.
How sweet of you to say that.
Dear Charles,
it was my fault for
bringing you to Brideshead.
Run away.
Run far away and don't ever look back.
I'm sorry.
You must be so proud of him.
- Was he away long?
- Two years,
and it doesn't feel like a day.
Hello, Charles.
Did you know I was on the boat?
If I said no, you wouldn't believe me.
You're married now.
Yes.
- You haven't changed at all.
- Neither have you.
- How ridiculous.
- Yes, isn't it?
Tell me this is fate.
- What?
- Nothing.
Tell me.
I was thinking about Sebastian.
Mummy died without
ever seeing him again.
I know.
Let's go up on deck.
- Are you sure?
- They're all asleep! Come on!
Come on!
Sorry.
- So where's Rex?
- I drowned him.
Forgive me, Rex!
Lady Julia, fancy meeting you here.
- Mr. Ryder.
- Could I possibly get you a drink?
Dry martini, please.
One dry Martini,
one whiskey with water.
Please, allow me.
So, why did you marry Rex?
I don't know. Because he wasn't you.
- Because he was rich.
- Because he was Catholic.
Because Mummy approved,
God rest her soul.
I thought he was my painted savage.
It turns out he was
thoroughly up to date.
Thank you.
Now, no more talk about Rex.
He's in England.
- Do you have children?
- No.
No.
- What will you tell your wife?
- Wait until London.
I have a viewing to arrange.
I'll sort it out. It'll be fine.
- Where shall we go?
- Somewhere abroad, like Daddy.
- What about Italy? Capri?
- Antibes.
- Seville.
- Verona.
- Paris.
- Brideshead.
- No!
- Why not?
- It's the loveliest place on earth.
- I can't go back there.
- Not after this.
- Nonsense.
- We've nothing to apologize for.
- No.
Besides, Rex is there.
Leave it to me.
I'll settle things with Rex.
I'll settle everything.
Trust me.
I do.
- And stop worrying!
- I will.
Good afternoon, ma'am.
- Lovely day.
Mr. and Mrs. Ryder.
Look, that's the Duke
and Duchess of Clarence.
- They want to buy one!
- How very gracious of them.
Make an effort, Charles.
I've got you the cream of Mayfair.
Mrs. Ryder, good day.
Charles, how charming you look.
Anthony.
I heard, quite by chance, at a luncheon,
that you were having an exhibition.
So, of course, I dashed impetuously
to the shrine to pay homage.
Where are the pictures?
Let me explain them to you.
This is simply charm.
Simple, creamy, English charm,
playing tigers.
But enough of art.
They tell me you are happy in love
and that is everything, isn't it?
Or nearly everything.
Everyone's talking about it.
So, it's Julia now.
And it used to be Sebastian.
Do you think I should warn her?
Warn her about what?
How apropos that you'd have
chosen jungles for your canvas.
I always thought you
were the lamb to be slaughtered,
when all along it is they
who are hunted.
There really is no end to your hunger,
is there, Charles?
Why do I feel so nervous?
- Don't be.
- Who are all these people?
- Politicians, money men.
Rex thinks there's a war
coming with Hitler.
He wants to do well out of it.
- It's all he talks about.
- Hello, Julia.
- Hello, Rex.
- Good evening, Rex.
Mr. Ryder,
welcome back to Brideshead.
I hear you're making
quite a name for yourself.
- Could I have a word with you?
- Later, I have guests.
It's cold.
Not here!
- Sorry.
- Let's go back to London.
- Let me settle everything with Rex.
- And then we'll leave?
- Yes? Charles?
- Yes.
If that's what you want.
Hello, Bridey.
- Hello, Julia. Just up from London?
- Yes.
Welcome back to Brideshead, Charles.
- How's your family?
- Fine, thank you.
- Rex still entertaining?
- He's got business.
I'm sorry he's not here.
I have a little announcement to make.
Well, come on. Out with it.
- I'm engaged to be married.
- Congratulations, Bridey.
Well, who is she?
- No one you know.
- Is she pretty?
I don't think you could
exactly call her pretty.
"Comely" is the word
I think of in her connection.
She is a big woman.
- Fat?
- No, big.
She's called Mrs. Muspratt.
Her Christian name is Beryl.
But, Bridey, where did you find her?
Her late husband, Admiral Muspratt,
collected matchboxes.
You're not marrying her
for her matchboxes, are you, Bridey?
No, no.
Matchboxes were left
to Falmouth Town Library.
I'm just holding them for collection.
Why are you laughing?
- I hope you'll be very happy.
- Thank you.
- I think I'm very fortunate.
- You sly, old thing.
When are we going to meet her?
You must bring her here.
- I couldn't do that.
- Why not?
Well, you must understand,
Beryl is a woman
of strict Catholic principle,
fortified by the prejudices
of the middle classes.
I couldn't possibly bring her here.
I don't understand.
It may be a matter of indifference
to you,
whether or not you choose
to live in sin with Charles,
but on no account would Beryl
consent to be your guest.
How dare you talk to her like that?
Bloody offensive thing to say!
Really, there was nothing
she could object to.
I was merely stating
a fact well known to her.
Take no notice of him, my darling.
So,
got you. Sorry about the delay.
I'll be outside.
The door? Door's made
from all the works of Dickens.
I had it installed especially. Want one?
No, thank you.
I know what you're thinking.
How vulgar can it get?
You wanna know the secret?
I do it on purpose.
It amuses me to offend
their delicate sensibilities.
So, you wanna take my wife off me?
You know she can't marry
a divorc? right?
- Against the rules.
- Well, at least she'll be free of you.
She'll never be free.
Don't pretend
you've been faithful to her.
Who said anything about faith?
I bet you'd love to get your hands
on the house, though, wouldn't you?
All those pretty paintings.
All those pretty views.
Let her go, Rex. You never loved her.
The only thing you ever had
in common was religion.
Wrong. When I decided to marry Julia,
I wasn't a Catholic.
I converted before the wedding.
Bet she didn't tell you that.
- I guessed.
- Oh, yeah?
You're the type.
You people,
you never learn.
You could have had it all
if you'd been a little more flexible.
I did what I had to do.
They want a Catholic,
I'll convert to Catholicism.
It's a great religion.
You sin all you want, then you confess.
Problem solved.
You gotta woo these people.
This family don't live in the real world.
- They're mortgaged up to the hilt.
- Get to the point.
You want my wife? Make me an offer.
- I'm not just giving her away.
- Don't do this. It's demeaning.
Try a little harder.
You're a rich man, Rex,
you've already got what you wanted.
You can never have enough
of what you want.
No, you're right.
You're taking her off my hands.
That's a favor.
I'll tell you what I'll do.
You give me a couple of your jungle
pics, and I'll give you an annulment.
I hear you're worth collecting.
Come on, Charlie boy, say yes.
You know you want to.
You don't have to speak.
Just nod.
I'll have my driver take me to London.
He can pick up the paintings
in the morning.
You know she's mad.
Can't even give you children.
Lost the only one we had.
Julia?
I'm so sorry. I didn't know.
- It's just a shock.
- Shh.
Shh. Don't.
I've always known, ever since nursery.
I tried to be good, I really did.
I tried. I married Rex.
All through the backgammon
and cigars, I tried.
But it's not enough. It's never enough.
God had to punish me.
So he took my little stillborn...
My child. My girl.
With you, I thought I could
really and truly be free.
But coming back here, it's like a thread,
an invisible thread drawing you back,
inch by inch,
until all of a sudden,
you're a child again.
And that voice inside your head,
the one that Mummy planted
all those years ago in the nursery,
every night in the nursery,
filling your head with it.
And the voice is telling you,
whispering,
"Wicked little Julia,
5 ) 故园犹在，人面何处——《故园风雨后》两版对比
《故园风雨后》（Brideshead Revisited）改编自英国作家伊夫林·沃（Evelyn Waugh）的同名小说，讲述了三十年代伦敦近郊布赖兹赫德庄园一个天主教家庭的命运浮沉。1981版的11集迷你剧集当年风靡英伦，佳评如潮；2008年，英国BBC等几家公司合作，又将它重新搬上大银幕。
600多分钟的电视剧变为2小时的电影，剧情必然有大刀阔斧的修改，不过虽有思想准备在前，电影版的某些关键性改动还是令我相当无语。
电视剧版中查尔斯与塞巴斯蒂安的感情大概是全篇最美丽最吸引人的段落了。美就美在暧昧不清，似是而非，捉摸不透。电影版正好生逢耽美盛世，于是同性暧昧顺势发扬光大为彻头彻尾的BL。更不惜添加一幕同性之吻，将男男暧昧一语道明，落到实处。
不过最让我难以接受的还是对查尔斯与塞巴斯蒂安、朱莉娅的感情故事的颠覆性改动——原本前后两段式的渐进发展，变成了同步进行的查尔斯与兄妹二人的三角恋？！查尔斯与朱莉娅十年的沧桑演变，竟然成了初相逢时就眉来眼去的情苗深种。而三人在威尼斯的狂欢夜，塞巴斯蒂安目睹查尔斯与朱莉娅亲吻一幕，基本可用狗血淋漓来形容了……
当然电影版绝不是一无是处。故事中涉及了大量的天主教相关内容，我没有读过原著，所以电视剧看起来多少有些困惑。电影改动虽多，但还是保留了原片中非常重要的宗教主线，而且如同一本名著的缩写梗概本一样，你不能指望通过它就一窥全貌、理解深意，但它的确更为简洁明朗、通俗易懂；再加上有青春养眼的帅哥美女，有富丽堂皇的庄园风光，美仑美奂，更为顺应当今流行风尚。
电影版《故园风雨后》仿佛古迹重修，光鲜亮丽，可一睹风采，却无从怀旧。
这样的电影好处在于它也许可以团结大多数可以团结的群众，将曲高和寡的宗教、人性纠结，变为大多数观众喜闻乐见的爱情命运悲剧；它的坏处在于恐难免间离知己，那些原著、原剧的粉丝必然会心有不甘地出来挑鼻子挑眼，感叹好好一部时代悲剧就这样被庸俗化。
我倒是建议二者都没有看过的朋友，如果有兴趣，不妨先去看电影版，白纸一张，也许会得到更多简单的乐趣；如果有心深入体味，不妨再去看电视剧、读原著，恐怕会发现其中意境更有一番天地。
下面来对比一下两版中的主要人物及演员：
查尔斯·赖德Charles Ryder
1981版：杰瑞米·艾恩斯 Jeremy Irons
2008版：马修·古迪 Matthew Goode
查尔斯是本片的主角，这个故事的见证人、叙说者，也深深卷入了这个家族的命运。看电视剧时就觉得查尔斯这人很难完全看透，隐忍淡漠，鲜见波澜，虽然故事由他之口说出，却总觉得最多的潜台词恰恰藏于这个人物之中。
杰瑞米·艾恩斯扮演此角色时，已经年过三十，还是默默无闻的后起之秀，不过他也正是凭此片开始走红。这个角色就带有他经典的失落气质，他日后扮演的多数角色也都会流露出那种若隐若现的精神失落感，无论外表如何风光，在灵魂深处始终是一个痛苦而静默的落寞者。
查尔斯这个角色在我看来多少是有些凉薄无情，电影版里拜三角恋的设置所赐，更加让人觉得是个瞻前顾后，有渔利之嫌的角色。马修·古迪颇具杰瑞米·艾恩斯当年的优雅挺拔之感，只是气质过于温柔敦厚了些，缺了那么点韵味。
朱莉娅·弗莱特Julia Flyte
1981版：戴安娜·奎克Diana Quick
2008版：海莉·阿特维尔 Hayley Atwell
无论是哪一版，朱莉娅在我看来都是个不讨喜的角色。说她心比天高，命比纸薄也许夸张了些，但现实冷静的反抗的确同样命运不济，只不过她难以引发我对塞巴斯蒂安的那种同情。
两版演员初看颇有些相像，轮廓分明，气质干练，不过细看来，新版的海莉·阿特维尔样子更为甜美，气势却过于直露，欠缺戴安娜·奎克那股有点冷冰冰的高傲劲。
写到这正好想起片中查尔斯与朱莉娅的所谓激情戏。
原著里只一句：“仿佛占有她的纤细腰身的转让契约已经拟定并且盖了章。我作为一笔财产的完全保有者而正在把它记入我的第一笔账目中，这笔财产我要从容地享用和开发。”
电视剧里视觉展现了一番，被董桥评为：“电视连续剧把这段小说拍成抵死缠绵的镜头，香港电检处把它剪掉了。”
董先生如今要是看了电影里恣肆汪洋、激情四射的一幕，不知会作何感想呢？
马奇曼侯爵夫人Lady Marchmain
1981版：克莱尔·布鲁姆 Claire Bloom
2008版：艾玛·汤普森 Emma Thompson
对比两版的多款海报就会发现，电影版与电视剧版的最大差别不是二人行变成了三人行，而是艾玛·汤普森的身影无处不在。当然，她算得上是这部电影中最具知名度的演员，由此就担负起影片明星卖点的重任。
马奇曼侯爵夫人是故事里的重要一环，这个家族的每一个人的一生都生活在这位笃信天主教的女人的阴影中。旧版的克莱尔·布鲁姆风度高贵，乍看温和亲善，实则冷若冰霜，那种控制儿女的强势阴影逐渐显现。而艾玛·汤普森的戏份倒不算多，但气场则更为强大，甫一出场，咄咄逼人的气质弥漫在画面的每个角落，不过也许是顺应新版改编，她也比旧版人物流露出更多人情的味道。
马奇曼侯爵Lord Marchmain
1981版：劳伦斯·奥利弗 Laurence Olivier
2008版：迈克尔·刚本 Michael Gambon
电视剧的后半部分略显沉闷压抑，马奇曼侯爵的重归故里算是一个亮点，让后半部分多了不少看点和玩味之处。劳伦斯·奥利弗的精彩表现让他获得了当年艾美奖的最佳男配角。新版电影里的演员迈克尔·刚本也是老戏骨了，不过受篇幅所限，这个角色多少有些稍纵即逝的遗憾。
塞巴斯蒂安·弗莱特Sebastian Flyte
1981版：安东尼·安德鲁斯 Anthony Andrews
2008版：本·威士肖 Ben Whishaw
我要把自己最喜欢的人物塞巴斯蒂安放在最后来写。
“他是迷人的，带着女性美，这是一种极端年轻的美，高唱着情歌，遇到头一阵寒风就凋谢了。”
原著里查尔斯这样形容塞巴斯蒂安的美。
虽然以今日的名声，安东尼·安德鲁斯也许比不上杰瑞米·艾恩斯，不过出演此片时他已经是名满英伦的当红小生。而且据说两人是自愿互换角色，不然我还真有点难以想象杰瑞米·艾恩斯演塞巴斯蒂安会是什么样子。
安东尼·安德鲁斯眉目顾盼生辉，步态摇曳多姿，当真演出了塞巴斯蒂安魔法师般的魅力。特别是他的肢体语言，晃悠的步伐，妖娆的腰身，透露出的那种骄傲、任性、可爱非笔墨所能形容，光看图片也很难体会，但我想所谓风情万种，大约就是这个样子吧。
更可贵的是，这是一种自然而然、理所应当的流露，断然不会让人反感，反而会让你不自觉的就被他的魅力所吸引。“无论他走到哪里，都可以获得人们的爱，这是永远伴随他的东西”。
直到这次看《故园风雨后》，我才真正知道安东尼·安德鲁斯的名字，但人早前就熟悉，因为多年前在电视里他的身影并不鲜见。看过他和简·西摩尔演的《爱情与王位》，他就是那位不爱江山爱美人的爱德华八世；早几年央视放的《大卫·科波菲尔》里，他扮演可恶的Murdstone。但我印象最深的是一部二战系列剧，他演的男主角是一位拆弹军官。这剧现在译作《拆弹组》，当年电视上放肯定不叫这名字，只是我完全想不起那时的名字了。
安德鲁斯这张面孔，反正于我是断不会用英俊、美丽之类的词来形容的。不过这张脸却混合了奇妙的魅力，既可以如《拆弹组》中那般的刚毅深邃，也可以如《故园风雨后》里这样的媚眼如丝。结果一路看下来，就会心悦诚服地认定他是位英伦美男，这实在是魅力、气质、演技等诸多因素的完美融合吧。
塞巴斯蒂安大约是两版里差别最大的角色。本·威士肖黑发深肤，与安东尼·安德鲁斯的金发雪肤，截然两样。电影明确将塞巴斯蒂安定位于gay，举手投足间不免有点娘，连带着泰迪熊也如同本·威士肖的身材一般瘦小起来，随之而来的就是那种活在童年时代的纯真感的流失。本·威士肖略显阴郁的形象也许更符合如今的审美吧，不过我依旧觉得安德鲁斯的塞巴斯蒂安才是不可复制的经典。
我觉得自己看《故园风雨后》，更多看的是那种气质，那种氛围，那种盛极而衰的繁华落尽，那种无力回天的物是人非，那种旧日英帝国高贵矜持的风骨与日后颓败寥落的慨叹。
所以，最后全部用来怀旧吧……
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600多分钟的电视剧变为2小时的电影，剧情必然有大刀阔斧的修改，不过虽有思想准备在前，电影版的某些关键性改动还是令我相当无语。
电视剧版中查尔斯与塞巴斯蒂安的感情大概是全篇最美丽最吸引人的段落了。美就美在暧昧不清，似是而非，捉摸不透。电影版正好生逢耽美盛世，于是同性暧昧顺势发扬光大为彻头彻尾的BL。更不惜添加一幕同性之吻，将男男暧昧一语道明，落到实处。
不过最让我难以接受的还是对查尔斯与塞巴斯蒂安、朱莉娅的感情故事的颠覆性改动——原本前后两段式的渐进发展，变成了同步进行的查尔斯与兄妹二人的三角恋？！查尔斯与朱莉娅十年的沧桑演变，竟然成了初相逢时就眉来眼去的情苗深种。而三人在威尼斯的狂欢夜，塞巴斯蒂安目睹查尔斯与朱莉娅亲吻一幕，基本可用狗血淋漓来形容了……
当然电影版绝不是一无是处。故事中涉及了大量的天主教相关内容，我没有读过原著，所以电视剧看起来多少有些困惑。电影改动虽多，但还是保留了原片中非常重要的宗教主线，而且如同一本名著的缩写梗概本一样，你不能指望通过它就一窥全貌、理解深意，但它的确更为简洁明朗、通俗易懂；再加上有青春养眼的帅哥美女，有富丽堂皇的庄园风光，美仑美奂，更为顺应当今流行风尚。
电影版《故园风雨后》仿佛古迹重修，光鲜亮丽，可一睹风采，却无从怀旧。
这样的电影好处在于它也许可以团结大多数可以团结的群众，将曲高和寡的宗教、人性纠结，变为大多数观众喜闻乐见的爱情命运悲剧；它的坏处在于恐难免间离知己，那些原著、原剧的粉丝必然会心有不甘地出来挑鼻子挑眼，感叹好好一部时代悲剧就这样被庸俗化。
我倒是建议二者都没有看过的朋友，如果有兴趣，不妨先去看电影版，白纸一张，也许会得到更多简单的乐趣；如果有心深入体味，不妨再去看电视剧、读原著，恐怕会发现其中意境更有一番天地。
下面来对比一下两版中的主要人物及演员：
查尔斯·赖德Charles Ryder
1981版：杰瑞米·艾恩斯 Jeremy Irons
2008版：马修·古迪 Matthew Goode
查尔斯是本片的主角，这个故事的见证人、叙说者，也深深卷入了这个家族的命运。看电视剧时就觉得查尔斯这人很难完全看透，隐忍淡漠，鲜见波澜，虽然故事由他之口说出，却总觉得最多的潜台词恰恰藏于这个人物之中。
杰瑞米·艾恩斯扮演此角色时，已经年过三十，还是默默无闻的后起之秀，不过他也正是凭此片开始走红。这个角色就带有他经典的失落气质，他日后扮演的多数角色也都会流露出那种若隐若现的精神失落感，无论外表如何风光，在灵魂深处始终是一个痛苦而静默的落寞者。
查尔斯这个角色在我看来多少是有些凉薄无情，电影版里拜三角恋的设置所赐，更加让人觉得是个瞻前顾后，有渔利之嫌的角色。马修·古迪颇具杰瑞米·艾恩斯当年的优雅挺拔之感，只是气质过于温柔敦厚了些，缺了那么点韵味。
朱莉娅·弗莱特Julia Flyte
1981版：戴安娜·奎克Diana Quick
2008版：海莉·阿特维尔 Hayley Atwell
无论是哪一版，朱莉娅在我看来都是个不讨喜的角色。说她心比天高，命比纸薄也许夸张了些，但现实冷静的反抗的确同样命运不济，只不过她难以引发我对塞巴斯蒂安的那种同情。
两版演员初看颇有些相像，轮廓分明，气质干练，不过细看来，新版的海莉·阿特维尔样子更为甜美，气势却过于直露，欠缺戴安娜·奎克那股有点冷冰冰的高傲劲。
写到这正好想起片中查尔斯与朱莉娅的所谓激情戏。
原著里只一句：“仿佛占有她的纤细腰身的转让契约已经拟定并且盖了章。我作为一笔财产的完全保有者而正在把它记入我的第一笔账目中，这笔财产我要从容地享用和开发。”
电视剧里视觉展现了一番，被董桥评为：“电视连续剧把这段小说拍成抵死缠绵的镜头，香港电检处把它剪掉了。”
董先生如今要是看了电影里恣肆汪洋、激情四射的一幕，不知会作何感想呢？
马奇曼侯爵夫人Lady Marchmain
1981版：克莱尔·布鲁姆 Claire Bloom
2008版：艾玛·汤普森 Emma Thompson
对比两版的多款海报就会发现，电影版与电视剧版的最大差别不是二人行变成了三人行，而是艾玛·汤普森的身影无处不在。当然，她算得上是这部电影中最具知名度的演员，由此就担负起影片明星卖点的重任。
马奇曼侯爵夫人是故事里的重要一环，这个家族的每一个人的一生都生活在这位笃信天主教的女人的阴影中。旧版的克莱尔·布鲁姆风度高贵，乍看温和亲善，实则冷若冰霜，那种控制儿女的强势阴影逐渐显现。而艾玛·汤普森的戏份倒不算多，但气场则更为强大，甫一出场，咄咄逼人的气质弥漫在画面的每个角落，不过也许是顺应新版改编，她也比旧版人物流露出更多人情的味道。
马奇曼侯爵Lord Marchmain
1981版：劳伦斯·奥利弗 Laurence Olivier
2008版：迈克尔·刚本 Michael Gambon
电视剧的后半部分略显沉闷压抑，马奇曼侯爵的重归故里算是一个亮点，让后半部分多了不少看点和玩味之处。劳伦斯·奥利弗的精彩表现让他获得了当年艾美奖的最佳男配角。新版电影里的演员迈克尔·刚本也是老戏骨了，不过受篇幅所限，这个角色多少有些稍纵即逝的遗憾。
塞巴斯蒂安·弗莱特Sebastian Flyte
1981版：安东尼·安德鲁斯 Anthony Andrews
2008版：本·威士肖 Ben Whishaw
我要把自己最喜欢的人物塞巴斯蒂安放在最后来写。
“他是迷人的，带着女性美，这是一种极端年轻的美，高唱着情歌，遇到头一阵寒风就凋谢了。”
原著里查尔斯这样形容塞巴斯蒂安的美。
虽然以今日的名声，安东尼·安德鲁斯也许比不上杰瑞米·艾恩斯，不过出演此片时他已经是名满英伦的当红小生。而且据说两人是自愿互换角色，不然我还真有点难以想象杰瑞米·艾恩斯演塞巴斯蒂安会是什么样子。
安东尼·安德鲁斯眉目顾盼生辉，步态摇曳多姿，当真演出了塞巴斯蒂安魔法师般的魅力。特别是他的肢体语言，晃悠的步伐，妖娆的腰身，透露出的那种骄傲、任性、可爱非笔墨所能形容，光看图片也很难体会，但我想所谓风情万种，大约就是这个样子吧。
更可贵的是，这是一种自然而然、理所应当的流露，断然不会让人反感，反而会让你不自觉的就被他的魅力所吸引。“无论他走到哪里，都可以获得人们的爱，这是永远伴随他的东西”。
直到这次看《故园风雨后》，我才真正知道安东尼·安德鲁斯的名字，但人早前就熟悉，因为多年前在电视里他的身影并不鲜见。看过他和简·西摩尔演的《爱情与王位》，他就是那位不爱江山爱美人的爱德华八世；早几年央视放的《大卫·科波菲尔》里，他扮演可恶的Murdstone。但我印象最深的是一部二战系列剧，他演的男主角是一位拆弹军官。这剧现在译作《拆弹组》，当年电视上放肯定不叫这名字，只是我完全想不起那时的名字了。
安德鲁斯这张面孔，反正于我是断不会用英俊、美丽之类的词来形容的。不过这张脸却混合了奇妙的魅力，既可以如《拆弹组》中那般的刚毅深邃，也可以如《故园风雨后》里这样的媚眼如丝。结果一路看下来，就会心悦诚服地认定他是位英伦美男，这实在是魅力、气质、演技等诸多因素的完美融合吧。
塞巴斯蒂安大约是两版里差别最大的角色。本·威士肖黑发深肤，与安东尼·安德鲁斯的金发雪肤，截然两样。电影明确将塞巴斯蒂安定位于gay，举手投足间不免有点娘，连带着泰迪熊也如同本·威士肖的身材一般瘦小起来，随之而来的就是那种活在童年时代的纯真感的流失。本·威士肖略显阴郁的形象也许更符合如今的审美吧，不过我依旧觉得安德鲁斯的塞巴斯蒂安才是不可复制的经典。
我觉得自己看《故园风雨后》，更多看的是那种气质，那种氛围，那种盛极而衰的繁华落尽，那种无力回天的物是人非，那种旧日英帝国高贵矜持的风骨与日后颓败寥落的慨叹。
所以，最后全部用来怀旧吧……
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6 ) 《Sebastian》
看了《故園風雨後》，感觸良多，看著落日餘暉下古老的英國貴族的故事，有些感傷，也有些震撼。
但是這都不是我想說的，我想談談那個那個最先出現在Charles視線裡的男人，Sebastian。
我曾一度以為在結局的時候，他會重新出現在銀屏上，但是事實卻是沒有，但是我想，這也是也是一個很好的結局，比結局來段互訴衷情更讓我感慨。
先來說說演員，當然，比起Julia的飾演者，我更加喜歡飾演Sebastian的小本，但是無可否認的是Julia有著極美的側臉。我覺得小本非常適合Sebastian這個角色，為什麼呢，第一點是因為他的身材，Sebastian長期受到來自家庭與信仰的壓力，過著放蕩形骸的生活，這是為什麼小本適合，他瘦弱，同時有種病態的美。
第二點，是因為小本本身，對於一個同性戀者而言，因為不受到當時的社會所接受，性格應該是敏感且脆弱的，這與小本本身的性格也有點相似。
然後來說說他們的愛情。
Charles去到牛津的第一天，看到船上仰躺著，喝著酒的Sebastian，我相信他是驚豔的。而Sebastian喝醉酒，跑到屬於前者的公寓裡吐了一地，他仰起頭第一眼看到他，我相信他就愛上了他。
Sebastian動心了，他邀請他去晚宴，公開表明他在乎他，甚至為了他拒絕了曾經的矮人Attonory的親熱，他帶著他去騎單車，喝酒，吃草莓，做一切只有情侶才會做的事情。
明晃晃的畫面，日光傾斜，我幾乎要相信這就是最後的完美結局了。
然後某個夏日裡，Sebastian終於想起來要把他的愛人帶給唯一能體諒他的祖母見見，他們驅車穿過長長的林蔭道，旁邊是宏偉的莊園，也許在Charles第一眼看到Brideshead的時候，就註定了這兩個年輕人並不能如願地獲得自己希望地人生。
祖母Hakwins緊握著孫子的新室友的手，她知道親愛的孫子的“異于常人”的愛好，她看著他，希望這是一個好的開始，她的眼睛裡帶著懇求，她說，“I pray for my dear Sebastian everyday”，但是可惜，這是一個好的開始，卻沒有一個好的結局。
Sebastian帶著Charles穿過恢弘的莊園，看各種雕塑、畫作、建築，最後他停在了禮拜堂，他手沾聖水，在胸前畫下十字，即使他對這個主有所怨懟。
天主教不允許同性之戀，主寬恕一切的過錯，但卻並不包括他在內。
他的母親，Marchmain，是個虔誠的天主教徒，一切遵從上帝的要求，在她眼中，同性之戀自然是不被主所接受的，但是偏偏的愛的兒子就是這樣一個人，她心懷憤怒，決心要改變他。
但是看著那個浪蕩的小少爺一天天開始消瘦下去，看著Sebastian開始酗酒、一個人躲在房間裡抽煙，我就知道這對他來說不可能。
家庭的壓力、Charles與妹妹Julia的背叛，也許這個曾經談笑風生的貴族少爺已經心生疲倦了，他只想遠遠逃離這個家庭，逃離這個用信仰束縛他的地方。
Sebastian的母親去世了、父親也去世了，哪怕是莊園被徵用的時候，他都沒有回來看過一眼，也許對他而言，這個莊園，代表了他不被世人接受的一面，只要靠近這個莊園，他就不再是Sebastian，他不敢回去，畏懼因此再也沒有勇氣走開。
上帝的力量太強大了，他反抗了第一次，他沒有信心再嘗試第二次。
單單說Sebastian這個角色而言，我想作者、或者是改變後的編劇者，大概想要表達的都是一個理念——關於宗教所不接受的悖倫之戀。
他也許是幸運的，出生在一個富有的家庭，母親父親仍舊健在，他可以每天隨心地過著奢靡的生活；但他也許也是不幸的，出生在一個天主教家庭，偏偏卻是同性戀者，母親、弟弟妹妹、哥哥，沒有一個人能理解他。
所以更多的時候，他一個人在外面，過著放蕩的、毫無顧忌的生活，他把自己放縱在各種酒肉朋友中，但是卻與那個人，Charles不期而遇。
他本沒有想要改變什麼，他本沒有勇氣想要改變什麼，但是Charles的出現，讓他有了推翻這一切的勇氣，他在飛馳的汽車上，握著Charles的手，跟他說——“Sebastian和Charles，共同對抗這個世界。”他想著只要與他在一起，也許他就能夠越過這片世俗的羈絆，也許就能背對上帝，昂首走開。
但是他失敗了，他一個人沉淪在無法得到回應的愛戀中，他醉眼朦朧地看到Charles一個人端著酒杯站在舞會的角落，他上去想親他，但是他把他推開了，酒杯摔在地上，摔得粉碎。他怔怔看著打碎的酒杯和灑出來的酒液，他知道他沒辦法繼續生活下去了，他努力建立起來對抗神靈、對抗這個世界的勇氣被打得粉碎，他要逃離這裡。
他一個人到了摩洛哥，遠離了Brideshead、遠離了所有的親人，他遇到了Kurt，和他在一起，儘管他還想著Charles。
影影綽綽的樹蔭下，他見到了從遠方來的Charles，他來勸他回去，告訴他他的母親將死，但是他沒有勇氣回去，沒有勇氣再回去面對上帝，沒有勇氣再回到Brideshead莊園。
我無法猜測Sebastian的下半生的生活，他住在摩洛哥的療養院裡，形銷骨立，眼睛也失去了在牛津時候的神采，也許他會和Kurt在一起，也許在Charles走之後的不久他就已經死去，不管哪種結局，對於他來說也許都比回到莊園要好。
因為只要在那之外，他始終是忠於自己的Sebastian。
但是這都不是我想說的，我想談談那個那個最先出現在Charles視線裡的男人，Sebastian。
我曾一度以為在結局的時候，他會重新出現在銀屏上，但是事實卻是沒有，但是我想，這也是也是一個很好的結局，比結局來段互訴衷情更讓我感慨。
先來說說演員，當然，比起Julia的飾演者，我更加喜歡飾演Sebastian的小本，但是無可否認的是Julia有著極美的側臉。我覺得小本非常適合Sebastian這個角色，為什麼呢，第一點是因為他的身材，Sebastian長期受到來自家庭與信仰的壓力，過著放蕩形骸的生活，這是為什麼小本適合，他瘦弱，同時有種病態的美。
第二點，是因為小本本身，對於一個同性戀者而言，因為不受到當時的社會所接受，性格應該是敏感且脆弱的，這與小本本身的性格也有點相似。
然後來說說他們的愛情。
Charles去到牛津的第一天，看到船上仰躺著，喝著酒的Sebastian，我相信他是驚豔的。而Sebastian喝醉酒，跑到屬於前者的公寓裡吐了一地，他仰起頭第一眼看到他，我相信他就愛上了他。
Sebastian動心了，他邀請他去晚宴，公開表明他在乎他，甚至為了他拒絕了曾經的矮人Attonory的親熱，他帶著他去騎單車，喝酒，吃草莓，做一切只有情侶才會做的事情。
明晃晃的畫面，日光傾斜，我幾乎要相信這就是最後的完美結局了。
然後某個夏日裡，Sebastian終於想起來要把他的愛人帶給唯一能體諒他的祖母見見，他們驅車穿過長長的林蔭道，旁邊是宏偉的莊園，也許在Charles第一眼看到Brideshead的時候，就註定了這兩個年輕人並不能如願地獲得自己希望地人生。
祖母Hakwins緊握著孫子的新室友的手，她知道親愛的孫子的“異于常人”的愛好，她看著他，希望這是一個好的開始，她的眼睛裡帶著懇求，她說，“I pray for my dear Sebastian everyday”，但是可惜，這是一個好的開始，卻沒有一個好的結局。
Sebastian帶著Charles穿過恢弘的莊園，看各種雕塑、畫作、建築，最後他停在了禮拜堂，他手沾聖水，在胸前畫下十字，即使他對這個主有所怨懟。
天主教不允許同性之戀，主寬恕一切的過錯，但卻並不包括他在內。
他的母親，Marchmain，是個虔誠的天主教徒，一切遵從上帝的要求，在她眼中，同性之戀自然是不被主所接受的，但是偏偏的愛的兒子就是這樣一個人，她心懷憤怒，決心要改變他。
但是看著那個浪蕩的小少爺一天天開始消瘦下去，看著Sebastian開始酗酒、一個人躲在房間裡抽煙，我就知道這對他來說不可能。
家庭的壓力、Charles與妹妹Julia的背叛，也許這個曾經談笑風生的貴族少爺已經心生疲倦了，他只想遠遠逃離這個家庭，逃離這個用信仰束縛他的地方。
Sebastian的母親去世了、父親也去世了，哪怕是莊園被徵用的時候，他都沒有回來看過一眼，也許對他而言，這個莊園，代表了他不被世人接受的一面，只要靠近這個莊園，他就不再是Sebastian，他不敢回去，畏懼因此再也沒有勇氣走開。
上帝的力量太強大了，他反抗了第一次，他沒有信心再嘗試第二次。
單單說Sebastian這個角色而言，我想作者、或者是改變後的編劇者，大概想要表達的都是一個理念——關於宗教所不接受的悖倫之戀。
他也許是幸運的，出生在一個富有的家庭，母親父親仍舊健在，他可以每天隨心地過著奢靡的生活；但他也許也是不幸的，出生在一個天主教家庭，偏偏卻是同性戀者，母親、弟弟妹妹、哥哥，沒有一個人能理解他。
所以更多的時候，他一個人在外面，過著放蕩的、毫無顧忌的生活，他把自己放縱在各種酒肉朋友中，但是卻與那個人，Charles不期而遇。
他本沒有想要改變什麼，他本沒有勇氣想要改變什麼，但是Charles的出現，讓他有了推翻這一切的勇氣，他在飛馳的汽車上，握著Charles的手，跟他說——“Sebastian和Charles，共同對抗這個世界。”他想著只要與他在一起，也許他就能夠越過這片世俗的羈絆，也許就能背對上帝，昂首走開。
但是他失敗了，他一個人沉淪在無法得到回應的愛戀中，他醉眼朦朧地看到Charles一個人端著酒杯站在舞會的角落，他上去想親他，但是他把他推開了，酒杯摔在地上，摔得粉碎。他怔怔看著打碎的酒杯和灑出來的酒液，他知道他沒辦法繼續生活下去了，他努力建立起來對抗神靈、對抗這個世界的勇氣被打得粉碎，他要逃離這裡。
他一個人到了摩洛哥，遠離了Brideshead、遠離了所有的親人，他遇到了Kurt，和他在一起，儘管他還想著Charles。
影影綽綽的樹蔭下，他見到了從遠方來的Charles，他來勸他回去，告訴他他的母親將死，但是他沒有勇氣回去，沒有勇氣再回去面對上帝，沒有勇氣再回到Brideshead莊園。
我無法猜測Sebastian的下半生的生活，他住在摩洛哥的療養院裡，形銷骨立，眼睛也失去了在牛津時候的神采，也許他會和Kurt在一起，也許在Charles走之後的不久他就已經死去，不管哪種結局，對於他來說也許都比回到莊園要好。
因為只要在那之外，他始終是忠於自己的Sebastian。
英国名著电影有三宝：庄园、虐恋、帅基佬。
对我口味的闷闷的英伦片，虽然MG在电影里乏善可陈，不过对于我这花痴货来说看了这张帅脸足足两个小时已经足够了，Ben的表演绝对值得一看并加颗星，亲吻之后娇羞的抿嘴唇的动作萌到爆表，娇弱，纤细，敏感。
再一次证明，爱上双性恋男纸的永远木偶好结果，各种原因下他选择滴永远是S滴妹妹or表姐or等等一系列，而S只能毫无办法的站在他身后看着他们接吻，在阴暗冰冷的窗下，一个人独醉，C穿着笔挺军装重游故地，心里挂念的是谁，不是S太执着，而是C要的太多，S给不起
究竟是要得太少，还是太多，是太自私，还是太无私？被取走的，正是你无法给予的。（“如果能一直这样多好，永远是夏天。”本·卫肖满足了我所有关于忧郁而享乐的贵族少年的想象。）
不管它探讨宗教还是人生，但是最能让我感到心有戚戚的是萨巴斯蒂安的感受，那个夏天再也回不来了……
BenWhishaw销魂死
最喜欢二十岁不到的你们坐在阶前喝酒 说这瓶是脖颈的珍珠链 那杯是最后一只独角兽 还有你手里的剔透晶莹 是夏日的绿底白花看不够 要得太多大概说得含蓄 不过谁说这不是爱情
布莱兹赫德庄园是一个美丽却又让人感到窒息的地方。有的人使劲力气想要挣脱出来，有的人却慢慢的失去了挣脱的勇气；有人闯入进来，却最终一无所得。只有庄园依旧那般清冷肃穆。本·威士肖演绎出来的Sebastian柔弱、病态、阴郁，放纵中流露出一丝纯洁与孩子气……这些都深深打动我。
Charlez步出教堂的那個鏡頭，也是在很有意思的。他猶豫熄滅教堂的蠟燭但最終沒有熄滅，也許是他對Sebastian和Julia的感情！（慶幸的是，他第一個想起的是遠在土耳其的Sebastian，接著才是門縫中瞥見的Juliet）
这个故事告诉我的，是不要痴望等着谁来救你，也不要以为自己可以救谁。
从来没有一部电影能让我如此憎恨男女之情
非常讨厌电影版，哪怕里面有再多喜欢的演员都一样。电视剧用了11集才把这本小说的精气神完整地展现出来，每个角色都很复杂，而电影版似乎只抓住了其中最商业的部分，并且把原作刻意模糊化的同性情愫给推到了最前面。本猫和马修的无脑粉太多可能也是我反感这一版的原因。
小Ben太让人心疼了……Matthew那个古典范儿加英音一如既往杀必死！
世界第一直男靠艺术气质搞定贵族小gay最后只为自己功成名就的故事。（大家有没有觉得很眼熟啊……）
落日余晖中旖旎的英国贵族生活画卷，美丽又哀愁的OLD COLOR，维多利来时代由查尔斯和塞巴斯蒂安谱写的“美丽曲线”。真真是“原来姹紫嫣红开遍，似这般，都付与断井颓垣。”
哀而不伤，细腻隽永
这不是一部同性恋电影。说完了。
不是太理解，总觉得隔着一层什么东西
喜欢Sebastian，觉得他和所有人都不同，这个故事里所有的人都是世俗模式下的人，他们要的都是世俗模式下的情感，追求，成功等等。唯有他是任性的按照自己的内心而活的。
冗長而堅硬的故事。總是有血淋淋的事實。喜歡這電影。