钝感之爱 Anesthesia Movie Script

杰瑞发布于01 May 11:36

哲学教授Walter Zarrow在一次抢劫中受伤。为了逃跑,他不分青红皂白地按蜂鸣器,吵醒了山姆,他是两个孩子的中年父亲,在这个城市有外遇。山姆不情愿地回答了扎罗的请求,扎罗在怀里失去了知觉。通过探索为什么这些人,以及抢劫犯和一个叫乔的瘾君子走到一起,我们探索了纽约市。Zarrow、Sam、Joe和Zarrow的袭击者的经历很快蔓延开来,其中包括一个与酗酒作斗争的家庭主妇、一个绝望地失去童贞的吸毒青少年、一个与毒瘾作斗争的才华横溢但失败的作家、两位面临绝症前景的父母,以及一个受伤让自己感觉活着的才华横溢的研究生。 Philosophy professor Walter Zarrow is wounded during a mugging. In an effort to escape he rings buzzers indiscriminately, waking Sam, a middle aged father of two having an affair in the city. Sam reluctantly answers Zarrow's pleas, and Zarrow loses consciousness in his arms. Through an exploration of why these men, along with the mugger, and an addict named Joe, come together, we explore New York City. The experience of Zarrow, Sam, Joe and Zarrow's assailant ripple quickly out to include the connected lives of a housewife struggling with alcoholism, a stoner teen desperate to lose his virginity, a brilliant but failed writer fighting addiction, two parents confronting the prospect of terminal illness, and a brilliant grad student who wounds herself to feel alive.

They ask what is a life?
Does to live any longer have a how?
Does it any longer have a why?
Against a backdrop of industrialization people will contend with alienation, dislocation population on a mass scale and murder on a mass scale.
They'll consider the constraints of truth.
Whether metaphor or paradigm with many concluding actual truth has never existed.
A nexus in the great human saga when we dared to trade the organizing bliss of good and evil, right and wrong as determined by a creator for other opiates.
Communism, socialism, capitalism, psychology technology, any learnable system to replace what had begun to evaporate.
The 20th century. My own.
But also the one into which each of you was born.
For many, an era of hope liberation, possibility.
For others of abandonment and despair.
A most human century in which we begin really to understand that Nietzsche was right.
We are beautifully finally achingly alone.
In this void, philosophy at its worst becomes self-reflective linguistic, semantic relativism having rendered any discussion of right and wrong, good and evil to be the quaint concerns of another age.
At its most provocative, it asks other questions.
Those concerned with locating our stranded selves when meaning seems to have died.
He's expecting your call.
So you gonna sign me out or what?
Nothing less, in short, then why do we live at all?
Call him. Go there.
And what makes us who we are?
They ask what now?
And we're still asking it.
What will fortify us as another century your century commences?