非常惊喜的剧!
但说实话,若是单单冲着“恐怖”二字去看,那就算了。
至少本人觉得没有半点恐怖意味,至多算的上“诡异”。
一家人搬进了新房子,谁知接连不断的发生怪事,原来这栋房子是著名的鬼宅,房子的主人几乎都死于非命。
更诡异的是,死在这栋房子里的人,灵魂都不得超生,永世困在房子里……从人物来说:少男少女很养眼,这俩角色是整部剧里我最喜欢的。
妈妈很坚强,爸爸虽然出过轨,但还算爱家,重要的是长的挺有味道。
女仆是最惊喜的,年轻的时候美的惊艳,年老的时候有种淡淡的哀伤。
隔壁怪阿姨非常霸气,就连她那个有唐氏的女儿演的都超棒!!
房子的第一代女主人非常有气质,和隔壁怪阿姨一样,都是霸气御姐啊应该说每个角色都很丰满,很有个性,不错!!!
鬼宅的设定是最为吸引人的内核,也是限制了剧情发展的桎梏。
当美恐1用丈夫出轨一事作为起承转合时,就已经落了俗套,无法突破了!!
先说本季吸引我的优点1.女儿Violet的塑造:一个颇有个性的美国少女。
大姐大辱骂她,她朝对方吐口水;被按在地上,她用烟头烧对方手;以赠予毒品为由把对方骗到家里进行恐吓。
太难得见到这种遇到校园暴力不憋屈的女孩了。
爱Tate时连他是👻也爱;为了不离开Tate撒谎,眼睁睁看着母亲被送进精神病院;得知Tate的背叛后毫不留情的拒绝和离开。
演出一个青春期叛逆少女不难,但如何塑造一个不让人反感(划重点),真实而鲜活的角色还是不简单的。
2.多代死于此屋的👻的新鲜设定。
不是一个老鬼作祟,而是至少八代鬼魂活于此宅比较有印象的几个1.医生Charles缝合起儿子被分尸的身体(但没有进一步剧情了,本以为被缝合的怪物是本作的罪魁祸首。
出现一些恐怖婴儿尸体难道不比鬼现身为人更为灵异?
)2.漂亮女佣/中年女佣的转变掘开后院深坑,里面赫然是女仆的骸骨。
后在上面盖了凉亭,邻居和女仆在窗口看着这一切,邻居说:“你将被永远困在这里了”,不免让人毛骨悚然。
缺点1.男主垃圾,一度让人看不下去。
渣(妻子流产,多次出轨女学生);愚蠢(这点是美剧常态了,忽视经历了那么多的灵异事件,坚定认为是幻觉!
不是鬼!
);道貌岸然;双标;屁用没有2.小三的剧情全删了都完全没问题。
这个愚蠢自大又疯狂的小三就是给观众添堵的。
3.历代房主的故事属实无聊4.杀人?
想杀就杀咯。
←整个剧给人这种感受。
5.黑色橡胶衣♂=Tate。
(失望100%)给Tate安排了那么多剧情,也不用管合不合理,有没有逻辑,乱七八糟6.若改名叫美国悬疑故事,可以有三星半,实在侮辱了恐怖这个字眼。
很久没有看这么另类的电视剧就了,我记得我有一段爱看鬼片的日子,分别是2003年和2005年,特别孤独的时候。
现在也有这种倾向,孤独的时候看鬼片会觉得普通的生活是一种幸运。
亮点人物:1、最有演员气息和讲气质的人当然是拿过奥斯卡的康婶,完全的好莱坞做派,抑扬顿挫的语调、生动的表情,把康婶变态又坚强的气质表露无遗。
杀死偷情的老公、女佣,一个儿子是怪物,一个儿子是杀人变态,一个女儿是白痴,康婶顽强地活着,并且时不时串串门子去看看怪物儿子和变态鬼儿子,,这么多生动地经历,康婶仍是个美颜控包养着年轻的Travis并生龙活虎地活着,,,康婶完全可以出现在神话小说里。
2.最具复古气息和讲品味的人是小V,爵士帽、复古绑带皮鞋、大大的针织毛衣、中分长发,美貌、不怕死、美颜坏学生的典范,可惜她有青春期容易犯的浑:孤独、容易想不开、自闭。
可以和杀人控鬼做男女朋友,这和吸血鬼日记的女主一样,爱的义无反顾。
3. 最闷骚和具哲学意味的人物:女佣。
女人眼里是老太婆,男人眼里是性感年轻的女佣。
当男主发现她的本质是老太婆时,女佣说了,那是因为你知道了自己想要什么了,看东西会看本质了。
女佣无数次勾引男主不正像各路神仙在给孙悟空唐僧出81道难题吗,等男主看明白了,女佣飘然走去仿佛男主取得了西经。
这个年轻女佣的演员生活照不咋地,但是短俏的发型非常配这个圆圆的脸型,还有那眼神、那气质绝对是尤物。
4. 最搞笑的鬼:Travis,男版大丽花,变成鬼了还希望自己死的出名。。
这是在讽刺当今一些不择手段出名的人么。
感悟到的一些:1. 愿望没有实现,做鬼都会一直困在那,会不断地重复。
所以做人要努力,不要有遗憾。
2. TRAPPED,这些鬼都困在鬼屋里,其实普通人也是一样的,总会有义务和现实把你圈住,圈是很难跳出去的,就像钱钟书写的《围城》。
3.什么才是你真正想要的。
就算能看到鬼,让鬼GET OUT,要继续生活下去。
一些不良影响和羁绊有时不要太在意,做自己真正想做的事,而不是逃避(比如杀死自己)和另寻安慰(比如搞外遇)。。
所以以后做噩梦了我还是得该干嘛干嘛。
最近我的情绪实在是太糟糕了,,那些梦魇,都不是真正的生活!!
两个熊孩子因为叛逆任性无所顾忌的闯入房子大肆搞破坏,所以over了。
两个看家的护士被变态杀手杀害。
一个自命不凡实际碌碌无为的医生被他整天埋怨生活不如意、老公无能力的少妇杀死,然后少妇自杀,留下了一个杀也杀不死的手术怪物。
美艳的保姆被男主人盯上后终于被女主人发现,然后两个人都被枪杀。
这个女主人有个怪胎儿子,终于有一天她再也受不了了,让情人捂死了他。
这个女主人同样有个儿子,不过是相貌英俊点,却因为母亲找了个情人并且光明正大的带回了家、自己的弟弟还死于这个男人之手,所以他恨死了这个男人,在磕了药后枪杀了同学,最后被警察乱枪射死,死后还忘记了一切,变得呆萌痴情,内心深处却又是记得这自己所犯的过错的。
在死后还杀死了两个玻璃、强奸了女神的妈妈导致她怀了一个恶魔后难产死了,这个死也是他间接造成的。
这个女主人还有个丑到爆的女儿,第一次被同意戴上漂亮的头套,却看不清路上的车子,被撞死了。
这个女主人的情人为了她,坚决要离婚,他的老婆受不了打击,自己放火烧死了两个孩子和自己。
这个女主人还找了一个身材健美的小情人,最终因为贪色、在爽完之后想回到老女人身边、引起小三的不爽而被杀死。
大丽花的女主,因为去私人医生那看牙齿,被误杀了。
惊慌失措的医生将她拖进地下室后,被神秘医生接手,帮他处理了这具尸体。
这部剧重点是将一个一家三口的家庭,男的劈腿于自己的学生,被老婆抓奸在床,本想离婚,但是男的苦苦哀求,后到了这幢鬼宅准备重新开始,没想到最终一家三口都死在这里,还有了一个鬼宝宝。
女儿是自己吞药死的,老婆是难产死的,老公是被小三叫来的鬼魂联合吊死的。
一家三口终于重新团聚,美艳的保姆心底还是善良的,告诉他们,今后他们的指责就是,吓跑所有搬进这幢鬼宅的人,挽救他们的性命。
最后一集,继他们之后的第一户人家住进来了,然后他们很尽责的在第一天晚上就把他们连夜吓跑了。
看着他们仓皇逃走的车影,三个人感慨万千。
ps:女主怀了两个,有一个是恶魔,渐渐的把另一个胎儿吃掉了才对,所以存活的应该只有一个,就是一开始说是带他去洗澡、其实自己抱走了的那个。
那个女人知道他是她的亲外孙,所以特别的想要这个孩子。
这个孩子后被男主强行抱走,男主却遭遇不测,孩子又被三儿抢走,之后忘了怎么发展的了。。。
反正最后那个整天埋怨生活不如意、老公无能力的少妇得到了孩子,却无法照看他,终于被女主听到孩子的哭声后发现,然后被女主抱走了。
少妇说这个孩子刚生下来哭了一声后就死了,所以这孩子应该是个鬼宝宝。
片尾,那个女人请来的保姆被一个小男孩杀死,我想知道这个小男孩就是女主抱着的鬼宝宝长大后的么?
还是女主怀的两个,一个是鬼一个是人,都生存着、长大了?
看完第一集,剧情里除了男女主人这条线外,还有主人公女儿的故事发展。
如同以往,就像是其他美国式恐怖电影一样。
举个例子,彭氏兄弟在美国导的,Kristen Stewart 出演的 messenger。
这个影片里搬家的起因也是家庭矛盾,不过一个是bella 醉酒驾车出事故,年幼弟弟重伤,家里负担完医疗费后经济窘迫无奈搬乡下务农,整部影片bella都有点几年后暮色里的神韵。
这里是因为男主人在妻子流产后和学生偷情被妻子‘抓贼拿脏,捉奸在床’,之后两人貌合神离打冷战,搬家远离伤心地。
个人推测一旁正处青春期的女儿目睹种种变故,变得叛逆极端,抑郁爱自残,还喜欢吸烟(不是个好习惯)。
不过再联系到 男主角的职业是 心理医师,这就有点讽刺了,看来他不仅处理家庭能力失败,连职业水准都有问题。
前面叙述有点多。
接下来转入正题,男主角搬到新家当然还是做老本行,心理状态评估,办公室在自己家。
貌似第一个客户就是这个诡异少年,在对话里这个少年表现出 一副宗教极端份子的摸样(世界太污秽,哥要努力净化它),有一幕场景有点意思,但这少年瞄向男主人公后面时,有个满脸是血版本的自己正站着。
我一开始还以为这是幻象,精神不正常的正常表现,我错了。
由于这个诡异男喜欢乱逛,所以叛逆女在自残的时候被看到了,两颗有着不少共同点的受伤心灵蹦出了火花,他们找到了很多共同语言,后面证明只是一厢情愿。
还是吸烟这个不好习惯,主人公女儿在学校里因为这个惹出了事端。
一个女生和她关系恶劣大打出手,当然这件事情在两人的谈天中也聊到了, 诡异男孩提出来要给她出气。
让女儿以 有大麻 为诱饵引对头进家里地下室。
计划顺利进行,结果 惊人的一幕发生了。
地下室灯光闪烁里鬼影幢幢,恶灵现身,把对头scare the crap out的同时,把主角女儿也吓傻了。
两人不欢而散,很好理解,一个只是需要心理诊疗,另外一个真的得驱魔师来搞定。
接下来估计又是剪不断理还乱的剧情发展,让人期待。
收回“让人期待”这句话第八集看完之后。
这电视剧我有点搞不清接下来剧情怎么编了。
现在里面真正让人看顺眼的角色只剩下女仆,其他人都或多或少的让人讨厌。
比如 Violet,为了情人老妈都不要,男主角Ben是个做丈夫失败做父亲失败做情夫失败做心理医生也失败的矬人。
女主角,看着她的僵硬满皱纹的老脸,实在生不出同情,第七集还是第六集面无表情吃大脑让我也呕了下,constance 每次出现都是带点神经质和攻击性,这样的古怪邻居送来的未知生物的肉糜和脑组织收下了,也吃了。。。。。。
BTW,一路看下来我发觉这家人对这房子里发生的怪事做出来的都不是正常人的反应:男主一副哥无视你无视你或者“hayden别玩了,哥已经和你玩完了”的态度。
女主角反应迟缓过了头,前面的种种诡异事件她都磨蹭着不搬,好不容易下定决心逃离房子,结果被车里两个鬼吓到,居然又跑回鬼屋里。
Violet 一改酷妹风格,和一个已经百分之百非人类的tate谈起恋爱,前校园 series killer(话说tate现在身上应该有不少枪眼)?
none taken. 第一集里显示出来的凶残能力?
none taken.地下室各种鬼阁楼上奇形怪状鬼?
none taken. 题外话:为那个高帅富的波斯人 默下哀,那一下一定很痛。
Tate的扮演者和发条橙男主长得真像
首先声明,我吐槽绝对不是报着来黑这个剧或者男主太老女主皱纹太多或者被该剧吓得屁滚尿流的恶毒心理来的。
事实上该剧已经被我列入今年准备追的剧目之一,而且有跟下去的打算。
吐槽是一种态度,吐一吐,更欢乐嘛。
欢迎反吐。
槽点一:地下室。
有句话怎么说来着?
美国恐怖剧90%不是发生在地下室就是发生在去地下室的路上。
好吧,这是我编的。。。
反正类似的情节大家已经看过很多很多次了,地下室啊,作为一个住着套房的穷逼中国人只好羡慕的看着男主女主各种配出入于神奇的地下室,路过,路过,再次路过,地下室有次元空间哦,随意出入的人都会死哦,不过男主女主以及他们女儿有主角光环笼罩,最多吓个半死不会有事哦,路人甲乙请不要模仿哦。
槽点二:信路人得永生。
我想,就算是神经大条到明知有命案发生的屋子都照买不误的男主女主们,在发现家里经常有怪奇事件发生,有怪异人等出没,乃至赫然发现自己家是城内有名的谋杀之屋之后,是不是应该有点好奇心百度一下自己家屋子的历史呢?
说不定会发现家里好多熟面孔哦。。。
槽点三:不得搬家。
体贴的妇科医生说,孕妇不要搬家哦,对身体不好哦。
但我想,医生不是说,不要搬家哦,哪怕你家有N多诡异事件发生,你差点被绑架杀掉,即使你家是有名的谋杀之屋也要妥妥的住着哦亲!
哪个对孕妇心理更不好,应该有差别吧。。。。
最后吐一个槽!
我要爆发了!
我实在受不了女主那张肉毒素打多到脸垮掉无表情全世界欠她一千万恐惧警惕阶级斗争不能忘的苦大仇深的脸了!!!
美恐第一季完食。。。
这是大团圆结局吧? •̫͡•ʕ 鬼屋还怪热闹的~开放参观吗?
这才是《怪物杰弗瑞达莫的故事》第一部吧!!!
墨菲到底有多想拍达莫。。。
硬是在毫不相关的剧情里加入了全套达莫元素。。。
第九集天罚(即使你改变了)最后一集的confess 和Ghost Baby Jeffrey (I sometimes wish I'd never been borned at all ) 其它小元素就不提了墨菲你是不是每一季都有一个无法回头的人 每一季问观众 他(她)能不能被宽恕 应不应被惩罚。。。
然后再给他安排一个死亡。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。
2023年夏天没有豆瓣的日子里狂刷美恐到第七季,第一季其实早在2013年就看过了,这次一并重看。
女主后来演《白莲花度假村》第一季,那个夫妻互动颇有美恐第一季夫妻关系的影子。
Fatal Attraction, 1987美恐第一季里小三把女主的宠物狗放进微波炉,是1987年电影《致命诱惑》的梗,迈克尔道格拉斯的这部电影里,小三把他家的宠物兔子连皮煮了。
“American Horror Story: Murder House”的时间线如下:1922年
谋杀屋是Charles Montgomery医生于1922年建起的,与其妻Nora和子Thaddeus一同居住。
最终医生本人药物成瘾并发展成弗兰肯斯坦综合征。
Nora Montgomery为了贴补家用,Nora开始招徕年轻的意外怀孕女子,医生为她们行人流术。
其中一个女孩不小心泄露了秘密,她的男友绑架并杀死了医生的儿子Thaddeus,装在瓶子里归还。
医生试图复活自己的孩子,进行了一系列缝合拼接。
Thaddeus MontgomeryNora发现这个新版本的儿子是个怪物,狂热于鲜血和人肉,于是想杀死他,混乱中射杀医生随后自杀。
1947年
Elizabeth Short,与原型Elizabeth Short,又名“黑色大丽花”,The Black Dahlia谋杀案发生于此屋。
凶手牙医David Curan将尸体拖到地下室时,前屋主Charles Montgomery宣称自己可以“make the body more portable”。
1968年
R. Franklin因为温度计事故而痛恨护士的R. Franklin 在谋杀屋杀死了两名护校学生,Gladys和Maria。
GladysGladys淹死在楼上的浴缸里。
[《镀金年代》时罗素家的漂亮女儿也叫Gladys,演员Taissa Farmiga是美恐非常重要的演员,越来越年轻了呢]
Maria则死于多次刀刺。
1978年
双胞胎Troy和Bryan不顾年幼的Adelaide的警告进入谋杀屋,结果被第一任屋主医生的孩子Thaddeus杀死。
Adelaide也是后来的女巫之一。
1983年
Constance发现自己的丈夫Hugo与女仆Moria有奸情(其实是强奸),于是射杀两人,女仆被射中眼睛埋在院子里,Hugo喂了狗。
[Constance由杰西卡兰芝扮演,最近看了梅丽尔斯特里普的传记,两人几乎同时出道,但当时需要美艳或性感的角色都归了杰西卡兰芝]1984年Constance和她的孩子们住在谋杀屋,但已无法负担费用。
七岁的Tate在地下室遇到了第一任屋主的孩子Thaddeus,被Nora救下并向她学会喝退恶鬼的方法。
1984-1993Constance失去谋杀屋,住在隔壁。
19??
-1994
Constance住在隔壁的某个时间点,Larry和老婆孩子住进谋杀屋,接着Larry和Constance有了奸情。
Larry坚持让老婆孩子搬走,而Constance烧死了她们。
[Larry的演员也是本剧常驻,最出彩的角色是旅店那季里的异装癖]1994年
BeauConstance 和她的孩子们搬回谋杀屋与Larry同住,在Constance的暗示下Larry杀死了Constance的孩子Beau。
这一年Tate最终崩溃,将Larry杀死在他工作的地方并对尸体纵火,然后去自己的学校制造了枪击事件,其中五个受害者在万圣节时来“拜访”过他。
Tate本人死于学校枪击事件后SWAT小队的“家访”。
2010年
Chad同性伴侣Chad和Patrick搬来谋杀屋,两人关系不和,各种背叛各种争吵。
最后两人被Tate杀死,Tate一直想为Nora找个孩子,但Chad和Patrick的感情破裂让两人领养小孩不再可能。
[Chad是Asylum那季里的精神科医生]2011年
Taissa Farmiga哈蒙一家搬来。
最终女儿死于药物过量,Vivien死于生产,Ben被吊死。
[Ben的演员在第二季,Asylum里演了莎拉保尔森的儿子,现实里比莎拉保尔森年长十几岁]
Tate是Evan Peters演的,也是常驻,后来演了达莫与“美恐:旅馆”相映成趣。
(by Charlotte Perkins Gilman)It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer.A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity--but that would be asking too much of fate!Still I will proudly declare that there is something queer about it.Else, why should it be let so cheaply? And why have stood so long untenanted?John laughs at me, of course, but one expects that in marriage.John is practical in the extreme. He has no patience with faith, an intense horror of superstition, and he scoffs openly at any talk of things not to be felt and seen and put down in figures.John is a physician, and PERHAPS--(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind)--PERHAPS that is one reason I do not get well faster.You see he does not believe I am sick!And what can one do?If a physician of high standing, and one's own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression--a slight hysterical tendency--what is one to do?My brother is also a physician, and also of high standing, and he says the same thing.So I take phosphates or phosphites--whichever it is, and tonics, and journeys, and air, and exercise, and am absolutely forbidden to "work" until I am well again.Personally, I disagree with their ideas.Personally, I believe that congenial work, with excitement and change, would do me good.But what is one to do?I did write for a while in spite of them; but it DOES exhaust me a good deal--having to be so sly about it, or else meet with heavy opposition.I sometimes fancy that my condition if I had less opposition and more society and stimulus--but John says the very worst thing I can do is to think about my condition, and I confess it always makes me feel bad.So I will let it alone and talk about the house.The most beautiful place! It is quite alone, standing well back from the road, quite three miles from the village. It makes me think of English places that you read about, for there are hedges and walls and gates that lock, and lots of separate little houses for the gardeners and people.There is a DELICIOUS garden! I never saw such a garden--large and shady, full of box-bordered paths, and lined with long grape-covered arbors with seats under them.There were greenhouses, too, but they are all broken now.There was some legal trouble, I believe, something about the heirs and coheirs; anyhow, the place has been empty for years.That spoils my ghostliness, I am afraid, but I don't care--there is something strange about the house--I can feel it.I even said so to John one moonlight evening, but he said what I felt was a DRAUGHT, and shut the window.I get unreasonably angry with John sometimes. I'm sure I never used to be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.But John says if I feel so, I shall neglect proper self-control; so I take pains to control myself--before him, at least, and that makes me very tired. I don't like our room a bit. I wanted one downstairs that opened on the piazza and had roses all over the window, and such pretty old-fashioned chintz hangings! but John would not hear of it.He said there was only one window and not room for two beds, and no near room for him if he took another.He is very careful and loving, and hardly lets me stir without special direction.I have a schedule prescription for each hour in the day; he takes all care from me, and so I feel basely ungrateful not to value it more.He said we came here solely on my account, that I was to have perfect rest and all the air I could get. "Your exercise depends on your strength, my dear," said he, "and your food somewhat on your appetite; but air you can absorb all the time." So we took the nursery at the top of the house.It is a big, airy room, the whole floor nearly, with windows that look all ways, and air and sunshine galore. It was nursery first and then playroom and gymnasium, I should judge; for the windows are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls.The paint and paper look as if a boys' school had used it. It is stripped off--the paper--in great patches all around the head of my bed, about as far as I can reach, and in a great place on the other side of the room low down. I never saw a worse paper in my life.One of those sprawling flamboyant patterns committing every artistic sin.It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide--plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard of contradictions.The color is repelllent, almost revolting; a smouldering unclean yellow, strangely faded by the slow-turning sunlight.It is a dull yet lurid orange in some places, a sickly sulphur tint in others.No wonder the children hated it! I should hate it myself if I had to live in this room long.There comes John, and I must put this away,he hates to have me write a word.We have been here two weeks, and I haven't felt like writing before, since that first day.I am sitting by the window now, up in this atrocious nursery, and there is nothing to hinder my writing as much as I please, save lack of strength.John is away all day, and even some nights when his cases are serious. I am glad my case is not serious!But these nervous troubles are dreadfully depressing.John does not know how much I really suffer. He knows there is noREASON to suffer, and that satisfies him.Of course it is only nervousness. It does weigh on me so not to do myduty in any way!I meant to be such a help to John, such a real rest and comfort, andhere I am a comparative burden already!Nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little I am able,to dress and entertain, and other things.It is fortunate Mary is so good with the baby. Such a dear baby!And yet I CANNOT be with him, it makes me so nervous.I suppose John never was nervous in his life. He laughs at me so about this wall-paper!At first he meant to repaper the room, but afterwards he said that I was letting it get the better of me, and that nothing was worse for a nervous patient than to give way to such fancies.He said that after the wall-paper was changed it would be the heavy bedstead, and then the barred windows, and then that gate at the head of the stairs, and so on."You know the place is doing you good," he said, "and really, dear, I don't care to renovate the house just for a three months' rental.""Then do let us go downstairs," I said, "there are such pretty rooms there."Then he took me in his arms and called me a blessed little goose, and said he would go down to the cellar, if I wished, and have it whitewashed into the bargain.But he is right enough about the beds and windows and things.It is an airy and comfortable room as any one need wish, and, of course, I would not be so silly as to make him uncomfortable just for a whim.I'm really getting quite fond of the big room, all but that horrid paper.Out of one window I can see the garden, those mysterious deepshaded arbors, the riotous old-fashioned flowers, and bushes and gnarly trees.Out of another I get a lovely view of the bay and a little private wharf belonging to the estate. There is a beautiful shaded lane that runs down there from the house. I always fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and arbors, but John has cautioned me not to give way to fancy in the least. He says that with my imaginative power and habit of story-making, a nervous weakness like mine is sure to lead to all manner of excited fancies, and that I ought to use my will and good sense to check the tendency. So I try.I think sometimes that if I were only well enough to write a little it would relieve the press of ideas and rest me.But I find I get pretty tired when I try.It is so discouraging not to have any advice and companionship aboutmy work. When I get really well, John says we will ask Cousin Henry and Julia down for a long visit; but he says he would as soon put fireworks in my pillow-case as to let me have those stimulating people about now.I wish I could get well faster.But I must not think about that. This paper looks to me as if it KNEW what a vicious influence it had!There is a recurrent spot where the pattern lolls like a broken neck and two bulbous eyes stare at you upside down.I get positively angry with the impertinence of it and the everlastingness. Up and down and sideways they crawl, and those absurd, unblinking eyes are everywhere. There is one place where two breadths didn't match, and the eyes go all up and down the line, one a little higher than the other.I never saw so much expression in an inanimate thing before, and we all know how much expression they have! I used to lie awake as a child and get more entertainment and terror out of blank walls and plain furniture than most children could find in a toy store.I remember what a kindly wink the knobs of our big, old bureau used to have, and there was one chair that always seemed like a strong friend.I used to feel that if any of the other things looked too fierce I could always hop into that chair and be safe.The furniture in this room is no worse than inharmonious, however, for we had to bring it all from downstairs. I suppose when this was used as a playroom they had to take the nursery things out, and no wonder! I never saw such ravages as the children have made here.The wall-paper, as I said before, is torn off in spots, and it sticketh closer than a brother--they must have had perseverance as well as hatred.Then the floor is scratched and gouged and splintered, the plaster itself is dug out here and there, and this great heavy bed which is all we found in the room, looks as if it had been through the wars.But I don't mind it a bit--only the paper. There comes John's sister. Such a dear girl as she is, and so careful of me! I must not let her find me writing.She is a perfect and enthusiastic housekeeper, and hopes for no better profession. I verily believe she thinks it is the writing which made me sick!But I can write when she is out, and see her a long way off from these windows.There is one that commands the road, a lovely shaded winding road, and one that just looks off over the country. A lovely country, too, full of great elms and velvet meadows.This wall-paper has a kind of sub-pattern in a different shade, a particularly irritating one, for you can only see it in certain lights, and not clearly then.But in the places where it isn't faded and where the sun is just so--I can see a strange, provoking, formless sort of figure, that seems to skulk about behind that silly and conspicuous front design.There's sister on the stairs!Well, the Fourth of July is over! The people are gone and I am tiredout. John thought it might do me good to see a little company, so we just had mother and Nellie and the children down for a week.Of course I didn't do a thing. Jennie sees to everything now.But it tired me all the same.John says if I don't pick up faster he shall send me to Weir Mitchell inthe fall.But I don't want to go there at all. I had a friend who was in his handsonce, and she says he is just like John and my brother, only more so! Besides, it is such an undertaking to go so far.I don't feel as if it was worth while to turn my hand over for anything,and I'm getting dreadfully fretful and querulous.I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time.Of course I don't when John is here, or anybody else, but when I amalone.And I am alone a good deal just now. John is kept in town very oftenby serious cases, and Jennie is good and lets me alone when I want her to.So I walk a little in the garden or down that lovely lane, sit on the porch under the roses, and lie down up here a good deal.I'm getting really fond of the room in spite of the wall-paper. Perhaps BECAUSE of the wall-paper.It dwells in my mind so!I lie here on this great immovable bed--it is nailed down, I believe-- and follow that pattern about by the hour. It is as good as gymnastics, I assure you. I start, we'll say, at the bottom, down in the corner over there where it has not been touched, and I determine for the thousandth time that I WILL follow that pointless pattern to some sort of a conclusion.I know a little of the principle of design, and I know this thing was not arranged on any laws of radiation, or alternation, or repetition, or symmetry, or anything else that I ever heard of.It is repeated, of course, by the breadths, but not otherwise.Looked at in one way each breadth stands alone, the bloated curves and flourishes--a kind of "debased Romanesque" with delirium tremens-- go waddling up and down in isolated columns of fatuity.But, on the other hand, they connect diagonally, and the sprawling outlines run off in great slanting waves of optic horror, like a lot of wallowing seaweeds in full chase.The whole thing goes horizontally, too, at least it seems so, and I exhaust myself in trying to distinguish the order of its going in that direction.They have used a horizontal breadth for a frieze, and that adds wonderfully to the confusion.There is one end of the room where it is almost intact, and there, when the crosslights fade and the low sun shines directly upon it, I can almost fancy radiation after all,--the interminable grotesques seem to form around a common centre and rush off in headlong plunges of equal distraction.It makes me tired to follow it. I will take a nap I guess. I don't know why I should write this.I don't want to.I don't feel able.And I know John would think it absurd. But I MUST say what I feel and think in some way--it is such a relief!But the effort is getting to be greater than the relief.Half the time now I am awfully lazy, and lie down ever so much.John says I musn't lose my strength, and has me take cod liver oil andlots of tonics and things, to say nothing of ale and wine and rare meat. Dear John! He loves me very dearly, and hates to have me sick. I tried to have a real earnest reasonable talk with him the other day, and tell him how I wish he would let me go and make a visit to Cousin Henry and Julia.But he said I wasn't able to go, nor able to stand it after I got there; and I did not make out a very good case for myself, for I was crying before I had finished.It is getting to be a great effort for me to think straight. Just this nervous weakness I suppose.And dear John gathered me up in his arms, and just carried me upstairs and laid me on the bed, and sat by me and read to me till it tired my head.He said I was his darling and his comfort and all he had, and that I must take care of myself for his sake, and keep well.He says no one but myself can help me out of it, that I must use my will and self-control and not let any silly fancies run away with me.There's one comfort, the baby is well and happy, and does not have to occupy this nursery with the horrid wall-paper.If we had not used it, that blessed child would have! What a fortunate escape! Why, I wouldn't have a child of mine, an impressionable little thing, live in such a room for worlds.I never thought of it before, but it is lucky that John kept me here after all, I can stand it so much easier than a baby, you see.Of course I never mention it to them any more--I am too wise,--but I keep watch of it all the same.There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will. Behind that outside pattern the dim shapes get clearer every day.It is always the same shape, only very numerous.And it is like a woman stooping down and creeping about behind thatpattern. I don't like it a bit. I wonder--I begin to think--I wish John would take me away from here!It is so hard to talk with John about my case, because he is so wise,and because he loves me so.But I tried it last night.It was moonlight. The moon shines in all around just as the sun does.I hate to see it sometimes, it creeps so slowly, and always comes in byone window or another.John was asleep and I hated to waken him, so I kept still and watchedthe moonlight on that undulating wall-paper till I felt creepy.The faint figure behind seemed to shake the pattern, just as if shewanted to get out.I got up softly and went to feel and see if the paper DID move, andwhen I came back John was awake."What is it, little girl?" he said. "Don't go walking about like that--you'll get cold."I though it was a good time to talk, so I told him that I really was notgaining here, and that I wished he would take me away."Why darling!" said he, "our lease will be up in three weeks, and Ican't see how to leave before."The repairs are not done at home, and I cannot possibly leave townjust now. Of course if you were in any danger, I could and would, but you really are better, dear, whether you can see it or not. I am a doctor, dear, and I know. You are gaining flesh and color, your appetite is better, I feel really much easier about you.""I don't weigh a bit more," said I, "nor as much; and my appetite may be better in the evening when you are here, but it is worse in the morning when you are away!""Bless her little heart!" said he with a big hug, "she shall be as sick as she pleases! But now let's improve the shining hours by going to sleep, and talk about it in the morning!""And you won't go away?" I asked gloomily."Why, how can I, dear? It is only three weeks more and then we will take a nice little trip of a few days while Jennie is getting the house ready. Really dear you are better!""Better in body perhaps--" I began, and stopped short, for he sat up straight and looked at me with such a stern, reproachful look that I could not say another word."My darling," said he, "I beg of you, for my sake and for our child's sake, as well as for your own, that you will never for one instant let that idea enter your mind! There is nothing so dangerous, so fascinating, to a temperament like yours. It is a false and foolish fancy. Can you not trust me as a physician when I tell you so?"So of course I said no more on that score, and we went to sleep before long. He thought I was asleep first, but I wasn't, and lay there for hours trying to decide whether that front pattern and the back pattern really did move together or separately.On a pattern like this, by daylight, there is a lack of sequence, a defiance of law, that is a constant irritant to a normal mind. The color is hideous enough, and unreliable enough, and infuriating enough, but the pattern is torturing.You think you have mastered it, but just as you get well underway in following, it turns a back-somersault and there you are. It slaps you in the face, knocks you down, and tramples upon you. It is like a bad dream.The outside pattern is a florid arabesque, reminding one of a fungus. If you can imagine a toadstool in joints, an interminable string of toadstools, budding and sprouting in endless convolutions--why, that is something like it.That is, sometimes!There is one marked peculiarity about this paper, a thing nobody seems to notice but myself,and that is that it changes as the light changes.When the sun shoots in through the east window--I always watch for that first long, straight ray--it changes so quickly that I never can quite believe it.That is why I watch it always.By moonlight--the moon shines in all night when there is a moon--I wouldn't know it was the same paper.At night in any kind of light, in twilight, candle light, lamplight, and worst of all by moonlight, it becomes bars! The outside pattern I mean,and the woman behind it is as plain as can be.I didn't realize for a long time what the thing was that showed behind,that dim sub-pattern, but now I am quite sure it is a woman.By daylight she is subdued, quiet. I fancy it is the pattern that keepsher so still. It is so puzzling. It keeps me quiet by the hour.I lie down ever so much now. John says it is good for me, and to sleepall I can.Indeed he started the habit by making me lie down for an hour aftereach meal.It is a very bad habit I am convinced, for you see I don't sleep.And that cultivates deceit, for I don't tell them I'm awake--O no!The fact is I am getting a little afraid of John.He seems very queer sometimes, and even Jennie has an inexplicablelook.It strikes me occasionally, just as a scientific hypothesis,--that perhapsit is the paper!I have watched John when he did not know I was looking, and comeinto the room suddenly on the most innocent excuses, and I've caught him several times LOOKING AT THE PAPER! And Jennie too. I caught Jennie with her hand on it once.She didn't know I was in the room, and when I asked her in a quiet, a very quiet voice, with the most restrained manner possible, what she was doing with the paper--she turned around as if she had been caught stealing, and looked quite angry--asked me why I should frighten her so!Then she said that the paper stained everything it touched, that she had found yellow smooches on all my clothes and John's, and she wished we would be more careful!Did not that sound innocent? But I know she was studying that pattern, and I am determined that nobody shall find it out but myself!Life is very much more exciting now than it used to be. You see I have something more to expect, to look forward to, to watch. I really do eat better, and am more quiet than I was.John is so pleased to see me improve! He laughed a little the other day, and said I seemed to be flourishing in spite of my wall-paper.I turned it off with a laugh. I had no intention of telling him it was BECAUSE of the wall-paper--he would make fun of me. He might even want to take me away.I don't want to leave now until I have found it out. There is a week more, and I think that will be enough.I'm feeling ever so much better! I don't sleep much at night, for it is so interesting to watch developments; but I sleep a good deal in the daytime.In the daytime it is tiresome and perplexing.There are always new shoots on the fungus, and new shades of yellow all over it. I cannot keep count of them, though I have tried conscientiously.It is the strangest yellow, that wall-paper! It makes me think of all the yellow things I ever saw--not beautiful ones like buttercups, but old foul, bad yellow things.But there is something else about that paper--the smell! I noticed it the moment we came into the room, but with so much air and sun it was not bad. Now we have had a week of fog and rain, and whether the windows are open or not, the smell is here.It creeps alll over the house.I find it hovering in the dining-room, skulking in the parlor, hiding in the hall, lying in wait for me on the stairs.It gets into my hair.Even when I go to ride, if I turn my head suddenly and surprise it-- there is that smell!Such a peculiar odor, too! I have spent hours in trying to analyze it, to find what it smelled like.It is not bad--at first, and very gentle, but quite the subtlest, most enduring odor I ever met.In this damp weather it is awful, I wake up in the night and find it hanging over me.It used to disturb me at first. I thought seriously of burning the house-- to reach the smell.But now I am used to it. The only thing I can think of that it is like is the COLOR of the paper! A yellow smell.There is a very funny mark on this wall, low down, near the mopboard.A streak that runs round the room. It goes behind every piece of furniture, except the bed, a long, straight, even SMOOCH, as if it had been rubbed over and over.I wonder how it was done and who did it, and what they did it for. Round and round and round--round and round and round--it makes me dizzy!I really have discovered something at last.Through watching so much at night, when it changes so, I have finallyfound out.The front pattern DOES move--and no wonder! The woman behindshakes it!Sometimes I think there are a great many women behind, andsometimes only one, and she crawls around fast, and her crawling shakes it all over.Then in the very bright spots she keeps still, and in the very shady spots she just takes hold of the bars and shakes them hard.And she is all the time trying to climb through. But nobody could climb through that pattern--it strangles so; I think that is why it has so many heads.They get through, and then the pattern strangles them off and turns them upside down, and makes their eyes white!If those heads were covered or taken off it would not be half so bad. I think that woman gets out in the daytime!And I'll tell you why--privately--I've seen her!I can see her out of every one of my windows!It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and mostwomen do not creep by daylight.I see her on that long road under the trees, creeping along, and when a carriage comes she hides under the blackberry vines.I don't blame her a bit. It must be very humiliating to be caughtcreeping by daylight!I always lock the door when I creep by daylight. I can't do it at night,for I know John would suspect something at once.And John is so queer now, that I don't want to irritate him. I wish hewould take another room! Besides, I don't want anybody to get that woman out at night but myself.I often wonder if I could see her out of all the windows at once.But, turn as fast as I can, I can only see out of one at a time.And though I always see her, she MAY be able to creep faster than Ican turn!I have watched her sometimes away off in the open country, creepingas fast as a cloud shadow in a high wind.If only that top pattern could be gotten off from the under one! I meanto try it, little by little.I have found out another funny thing, but I shan't tell it this time! Itdoes not do to trust people too much.There are only two more days to get this paper off, and I believe Johnis beginning to notice. I don't like the look in his eyes.And I heard him ask Jennie a lot of professional questions about me.She had a very good report to give.She said I slept a good deal in the daytime.John knows I don't sleep very well at night, for all I'm so quiet!He asked me all sorts of questions, too, and pretended to be veryloving and kind.As if I couldn't see through him!Still, I don't wonder he acts so, sleeping under this paper for threemonths.It only interests me, but I feel sure John and Jennie are secretlyaffected by it.Hurrah! This is the last day, but it is enough. John is to stay in townover night, and won't be out until this evening.Jennie wanted to sleep with me--the sly thing! but I told her I shouldundoubtedly rest better for a night all alone.That was clever, for really I wasn't alone a bit! As soon as it wasmoonlight and that poor thing began to crawl and shake the pattern, I got up and ran to help her.I pulled and she shook, I shook and she pulled, and before morning we had peeled off yards of that paper.A strip about as high as my head and half around the room.And then when the sun came and that awful pattern began to laugh at me, I declared I would finish it to-day!We go away to-morrow, and they are moving all my furniture down again to leave things as they were before.Jennie looked at the wall in amazement, but I told her merrily that I did it out of pure spite at the vicious thing.She laughed and said she wouldn't mind doing it herself, but I must not get tired.How she betrayed herself that time!But I am here, and no person touches this paper but me--not ALIVE! She tried to get me out of the room--it was too patent! But I said it wasso quiet and empty and clean now that I believed I would lie down again and sleep all I could; and not to wake me even for dinner--I would call when I woke.So now she is gone, and the servants are gone, and the things are gone, and there is nothing left but that great bedstead nailed down, with the canvas mattress we found on it.We shall sleep downstairs to-night, and take the boat home to-morrow. I quite enjoy the room, now it is bare again.How those children did tear about here!This bedstead is fairly gnawed!But I must get to work.I have locked the door and thrown the key down into the front path.I don't want to go out, and I don't want to have anybody come in, tillJohn comes.I want to astonish him.I've got a rope up here that even Jennie did not find. If that womandoes get out, and tries to get away, I can tie her!But I forgot I could not reach far without anything to stand on!This bed will NOT move!I tried to lift and push it until I was lame, and then I got so angry I bit off a little piece at one corner--but it hurt my teeth.Then I peeled off all the paper I could reach standing on the floor. Itsticks horribly and the pattern just enjoys it! All those strangled heads and bulbous eyes and waddling fungus growths just shriek with derision!I am getting angry enough to do something desperate. To jump out of the window would be admirable exercise, but the bars are too strong even to try.Besides I wouldn't do it. Of course not. I know well enough that a step like that is improper and might be misconstrued.I don't like to LOOK out of the windows even--there are so many of those creeping women, and they creep so fast.I wonder if they all come out of that wall-paper as I did?But I am securely fastened now by my well-hidden rope--you don't get ME out in the road there!I suppose I shall have to get back behind the pattern when it comes night, and that is hard!It is so pleasant to be out in this great room and creep around as I please!I don't want to go outside. I won't, even if Jennie asks me to.For outside you have to creep on the ground, and everything is green instead of yellow.But here I can creep smoothly on the floor, and my shoulder just fits in that long smooch around the wall, so I cannot lose my way.Why there's John at the door!It is no use, young man, you can't open it!How he does call and pound!Now he's crying for an axe.It would be a shame to break down that beautiful door!"John dear!' said I in the gentlest voice, "the key is down by the frontsteps, under a plantain leaf!"That silenced him for a few moments.Then he said--very quietly indeed, "Open the door, my darling!""I can't", said I. "The key is down by the front door under a plantainleaf!"And then I said it again, several times, very gently and slowly, and said it so often that he had to go and see, and he got it of course, and came in. He stopped short by the door."What is the matter?" he cried. "For God's sake, what are you doing!"I kept on creeping just the same, but I looked at him over my shoulder. "I've got out at last," said I, "in spite of you and Jane. And I've pulledoff most of the paper, so you can't put me back!"Now why should that man have fainted? But he did, and right acrossmy path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time!
Ryan Murphy和Brad Falchuk可能是做【Glee】太欢乐了,乐极生闷,才来搞鬼故事玩。
看完首集,目前感觉是走美式主流恐怖套路。
有子或女的夫妻。
心理偏执。
搬家。
鬼气森森的老宅。
地下室。
医学实验。
婴灵。
神经质邻居。
怀孕或流产。
等等等等。
其实美式恐怖没啥不好,虽然老套,但只要能足够地道,细节做足,也是可以看。
首播是FX台星期三晚10点。
Nielsen报告说吸引了320万观众,基本符合【Nip/Tuck】18-49岁的收视人群。
10点钟小朋友真的都睡了吗?
剧中些许限制级,不遮拦避讳,倒也符合情境。
场景算漂亮,尤其是复古部分,蛮精致。
海报也美啊。
女主角和黑色塑胶人做爱那部分,真心觉得是在向【Rosemary's baby】中的经典桥段致敬。
主角无感,但配角不错。
有Jessica Lange这样的老戏骨加盟演八卦的邻居太太。
以及Six Feet Under里的妈妈Frances Conroy也来了,饰制服诱惑一把的女管家(是幽灵吗?
因为女主人看她是独眼老太太,男主人看她就是火热辣妹。
真是相由心生)。
有这些演戏四两拨千斤的高手撑着,希望之后能够火花四溅。
首集信息量爆棚,丢出多个线头,难免有点顾左不顾右之慌乱感。
鬼宅故事要塞满13集,还希望可以循序渐进将线头一一展开,layer by layer。
宅子应该具备多层恐怖历史,怎么剥洋葱讲故事,以及大boss到底是谁,就看会不会说故事了。
我总是对恐怖剧心软,坚持关注一下。
说到底,心魔是真正的魔。
心中无鬼,鬼不近身。
金秋大家horror一把
不科学的鬼魂同居物语....
鬼魂生存手册~
與其說是恐怖故事, 不如說是噁心故事, 看了都吃不下飯了, 除了tate和violet在一起還挺可愛的之外其他真是...
03弃 编剧弱爆
在大丽花出现之前,四星半。。。大丽花都出来了之后,好多笑点。。。
坑爹呢这是!!!完全吓不到人 却成功让人郁闷
浪费时间
哎呦吓死爹了!虽然没看完但其实不错。
其实有点故弄玄虚不是,女主丑的天理不容。。。但我还是看了六集,大致猜中一些,情节觉得还是有点慢,可以斩了一半。
受不了这坑爹剧情
男主长的是我大爱的大叔样,rp就不怎么样了。这里的死人都是各种强大啊。tate(除去杀了n个同学之外)和男主女儿不错。黑色橡胶衣如果是皮的就更好了。片头小恐怖,配乐不错。以上
1.美剧之所以为美剧,在于不论什么剧种都能跟伦理家庭心理阴影和性扯上关系。2.你们多大的人了,知道这地方有古怪就搬啊,真真儿是大美利坚公民,命可以丢,独门独院大房子情节不能丢,换成是我等,第四集就带一家老少屁儿颠颠爬去找个40平方米的蜗壳租住了,然后打出字幕【全剧终,谢谢观赏】七宗罪op
看了這部才發現penny dreadful還並不是最差的~ i dont give a shit abt carving pumpkins I want love. hahaha 找不到恐怖的恐怖片兒看心好累啊
有人说第二集开始比较好看了,但不打算继续了,弃……
看了第一集,氛围营造的很好~
什么时候出 美国恐怖故事 解?
嗯 在海上看完了这个...宅男本性什么的....而且还真是会挑时候看啊...非常强大 很是喜欢 不是一惊一乍路线 意识流式恐怖片却还可以做到很Drama
小美女还是小美女。乡村歌后怀孕怀得很有创意。
虽然说恐怖片挺减肥的,但我这小心脏还是算了吧
老实说美国人都是些弱B。