She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo... Lee... Ta.
在早晨,她就是洛,普普通通的洛,穿一只袜子,身高四尺十寸。穿上宽松裤时,她是洛拉。在学校里她是多丽。正式签名时她是多洛雷斯。可在我的怀里,她永远是洛丽塔。洛丽塔,我的生命之光,我的欲念之火。我的罪恶,我的灵魂。
彩色版的和黑白版的都已看过很多遍,推荐97年彩版。杰里米·艾恩斯的形象深深吸引了我,嘴角延伸出的法令纹代表着隐忍和苦痛,沉默的男子。洛是反复看后才发觉其魅力的,乖戾的性感,刚开始并不接受。这是最喜爱的电影,所谓最,即代表独一无二。被禁忌的恋情。罪恶与沉沦。爱与伦理。一个悲剧。一声叹息。我是有恋父情结的(不是真的恋父),在此片里找到了深深的共鸣。愿所有的恋情都有一个合理的出路。
结尾处的独白最感动我,每次到这都会流泪:
他站在那高高的斜坡顶上,倾听那孩童们的欢笑,此时此刻他才意识到,“那刺痛人心的,叫人绝望的事并非洛丽塔不在我身边,而是她的声音已不在那片和声里。”
What I heard then was the melody of children at play. Nothing but that. And I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that chorus. |