Chapter 7 of 28 · 2'53"
Kitty And Empty Space 酒杯是空的IMDb ↗
有人用酒杯解释世界是空的
Oppenheimer · 2023
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The story so far
Everything you need before watchingAfter the party, Oppenheimer leads Kitty into the Tolmans' kitchen, where he keeps the liquor. She is married, a biologist who jokes she graduated to housewife, and she asks him to explain quantum mechanics. He uses the glass, the drink, their bodies: mostly empty space, bound just tightly enough that matter feels solid. Then she tells him about Joe Dallet, Spain, and a death she calls nothing. Watch a physics lesson that is also a pass, then a confession that refuses to romanticize war.
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Review right after watchinggraduated to housewife
反话:降级成主妇
the hell
到底他妈是哪儿
fall hard
爱得很深、陷进去
live off
靠某物过日子
make a bit of difference
会有任何分别
reductive
简单化、削得太薄
swell
太好了、行啊
Golden lines
A great line in its own right — why and how to use it“It's mostly empty space.”
几乎全是空的。
四个词把量子和调情叠在一起,空既是物理也是邀请。
It's mostly + 名词。
要把庞然大物说成「其实没什么」时。
It's mostly air. / There's almost nothing there.
literary
mostly 稍拉,empty space 两拍砸实。
“Ideology got Joe killed. For nothing.”
意识形态害死了乔。毫无意义。
先定罪名,再两词把牺牲砍成零。
X got someone killed. For nothing.
要否定「为理想而死」的浪漫时。
The cause got him killed. For nothing. / He died for an idea that paid nothing back.
informal
killed 顿住,For nothing 往下砸。
“I was lost and he was kind.”
我迷失了,而他很温柔。
两个短句对仗,把将就的婚姻说成因果。
I was A and he was B.
解释自己为何走进一段关系时。
I was adrift and he was steady. / I needed landing, and he offered it.
literary
lost 下沉,kind 轻轻收住。
Monologue
One character carrying the scene — shadow the whole passageWell, this glass, this drink, this countertop, uh, our bodies... all of it. It's mostly empty space. Groupings of tiny energy waves bound together. By what? Forces of attraction strong enough to convince us that matter is solid. Stop my body passing through yours.
嗯,这只杯子, 这杯酒, 这台面, 呃,我们的身体…… 全都是。 几乎全是空的。 一小簇一小簇的能量波绑在一起。 靠什么? 引力强到能让我们相信 物质是实心的。 拦住我的身体,不让它穿过你的。
But my second husband was Joe Dallet. He was, um, from money, like me, but... he was a union organizer in Youngstown, Ohio. Fell hard. How hard? Hard enough to spend the next four years living off beans and pancakes, handing out the Daily Worker at factory gates. Quit the Party and a year later, I wanted him back, so... Him, not the Daily Worker. And he said, "Swell, I'll meet you on my way to Spain." He went to fight for the Loyalists? And then he went to the brigades and I waited. And... Joe got himself killed first time he popped his head out of the trench. Ideology got Joe killed. For nothing. Spanish Republic isn't nothing. My husband offered both our futures to stop one fascist bullet from embedding itself in a mudbank. That's the definition of nothing.
但我第二任丈夫是乔·达利特。 他,呃,出身有钱人家,跟我一样,可是…… 他在俄亥俄州扬斯敦做工会组织者。 爱得很深。 有多深? 深到接下来四年 靠豆子和煎饼过日子, 在厂门口发《每日工人报》。 退了党,一年以后, 我想让他回来,所以……要的是他,不是《每日工人报》。 他说:「好啊,我去西班牙路上跟你会合。」 他去帮共和派打仗了? 然后他进了国际纵队,我就等着。 然后…… 乔把自己送死了 头一回从战壕里探出头。 意识形态害死了乔。毫无意义。 西班牙共和国可不是毫无意义。 我丈夫把我们俩的未来都赔上去了 就为挡住一颗法西斯子弹 不让它嵌进泥岸里。 这才叫毫无意义。
