鬼入侵第一季

本人非常喜欢第8集关于Viola的盘白，文学功底深厚，此文作部分摘选，仅供欣赏

She would sleep.

She would wake.

She would walk.

She would sleep.

She would wake.

She would walk.

And time went by, how much time, it was impossible to reason.

Sleeping

Walking

Walking

And in time, as we all do, she admitted all. She admitted she was dead. She admitted her husband had moved on. She admitted her daughter was growing without her. And she admitted her room was a dream, a construct, a lie preferred, to the truth of the trunk.

But there waited for her, at the end of this purgatory, a reward in the knowledge that one day, the door would open. One day, the locks would see their keys, and, one day, Isabel would open her mother’s trunk and claim her rewards. Both of their rewards.

And day after day, night after night, an ocean of time, the moment finally came. When she beheld her husband, she saw not the changes wrought of time, only his sadness. only that. And so, overwhelmed, she slept and waited.

They buried Lady Perdita, and set about forging a new life. The business was empty, the manor was lost. If not in law, in spirit.

They would move away from here, sell the manor and find a quieter life, a smaller one, made only for two of them. The two of they, and also, Viola.

At least, at least, she’d be with them both. Her husband, her daughter. No matter if she couldn’t see her, couldn’t touch her, couldn’t hear her. No matter. She’d be with them, and that was all that mattered.

They were leaving Bly, leaving most of what remained of their belongings. Her reward for all these years of isolation, for all the ache in her tired heart.

But Arthur had grown a superstitious man, and had seen the horror on Perdita’s lifeless face.

His superstition defied reason, but felt confident all the same. Whatever curse had claimed his second wife, he would not risk his daughter to its icy fingers. His daughter, or anyone else.

The final insult of being cast to the swampy depths, while her daughter would grow to womanhood. This absolute abandonment. It shattered Viola’s heart.

The feeling of being pulled towards some other place, some realm beyond, had faded in the years since her death, but now she rejected it outright. With every ounce of her considerable will, as when she was sick, and against all probability, Viola would not go. The eldest of Willoughby’s daughters, once lady of Lloyd of Bly, remained, some would whisper, by stubbornness alone.The pull of that next world ignored, she instead made her own gravity, gravity of will, that would change the terrain of Bly Manor forever.

And once again, she would sleep. She would wake. And she would walk. As if woken from a nightmare, she would walk back to her home, feeling each time that it is a dream. Feeling that if she walked to her bedroom, to the room she once shared with her husband, her infant daughter, that perhaps the nightmare would abate, that she could simply slip into the warmth of blankets and nestle herself to the bosom of her family, waiting for her all this time. And she’d stare at that empty bed, and Viola would remember. And the remembering itself was injury anew. Her heart would shatter anew, burning in her bosom, a searing ache that she hoped would be quenched by the cold, muddy waters of her new manor, her new home.

Thus, she would sleep, and she would forget. Having forgotten, she would wake. She would walk. How many nights, how many walks, she could no longer count.

Her attention lay only ahead, only on the bed that was her goal, and on the daughter she believed, each time she woke, would be waiting her there. She didn’t even realize that a decade had passed, not even realize, after an outbreak of plague in the village, that the empty manor had become a quarantine for the coughing death that ravaged her former community.

“Where is she?” Viola asked.

“What are you doing in here? It isn’t safe. You mustn’t be in this wing without protection.” said the plague doctor.

“Where?”

As the plague doctor died, so he was immediately forgotten, and a strange phenomenon occurred. Her gravity, it seemed, her invented gravity that held her to the grounds, that kept her in purgatory, it would hold others, too.

She would sleep, and as happens when one dreams, she would forget. And having forgotten, she would wake. She would walk.

Viola faintly noticed her own attempted exorcism. And alas, poor vicar, the second person to find himself in Viola’s path.

She would sleep, forget, and forget, and forget. And with the forgetting, an ailment altogether monstrous.

All things fade. All things. Flesh, stone, even stars themselves. Time takes all things. It is the way of the world. The past recedes, memories fade, and so, true, does the spirit. Everything yields to time, even the soul.

Wake, walk, forget even more. Her name, forgotten. Her sister’s name, forgotten. As her memories left her, so, too, her face.

So little did she remember, that one night, she found a child in her daughter’s old bed, and could not remember who she had been hoping to see. She had only the faint notion that she’d walked this far hoping to find a child, and here was a child. It must be the child whom she’d sought. It must.

She would sleep, and fade, and fade. And others, too. Those souls held in her orbit, those unfortunates trapped in the gravity well she had made of Bly Manor. They were fading as well.

The eldest of Willoughby’s daughters, once Lady Lloyd of Bly, now just a thought, just a feeling, not a women at all, not a person at all, nor a name or face. Just need, need, and loneliness, and rage.

Her fate was a nightmare. A fate that befell all trapped at Bly. A fate that befell Viola’s once sister, now forgotten in the attic. Unaware that she’d ever had a sister at all, to murder, or be murdered by. A fate that befell anyone unfortunate enough to step into her habitual path. A fate that befell a poor valet, so many years later. A fate that befell even those who died of other causes at Bly, who found themselves in the grips of Viola’s gravity, even if never in the grip of her icy hands.No hope for anyone with the sad misfortune to die on the grounds of Bly. No hope for the victims of Bly, be the victims of fate, of vice, or disease, or of each other.

整部剧经过后几集的填坑，故事线路大体是清晰的。经历未婚夫死亡的女主，通过了亨利招聘，来到布莱庄园任职家庭教师，遇到能看见死人的两兄妹，以及管家格罗斯，厨师欧文，和未来的爱人园丁杰米。在这里，兄妹两人知道湖中无脸女鬼的存在，想暗中保护新来的女主，因为上一任家庭教师丽贝卡的男朋友，也是亨利的司机皮特，被这个女鬼害死了。死后的皮特后面想和丽贝卡继续在一起，然后害得丽贝卡投湖自尽了。由于湖中女鬼怨念太深，以至于被她害死的人都无法逃脱布莱庄园，而且会一直陷入回忆循环中。死后皮特一直找寻办法逃脱这里，最后找到办法就是通过附身兄妹俩，必须要兄妹俩接纳自己进入他们的身体（这里前面剧情有说为什么要得到本人的许可）。但丽贝卡不愿意牺牲掉小女孩弗洛拉以及发现真相的女主，就放了女主。女主在出去寻找已经被附身的小男孩，刚好遇到湖中女鬼，即将被女鬼杀死之际，小女孩用她救了女主。女鬼抱着小女孩即将沉入湖底之际，女主愿意用自己的身体接纳女鬼，救下了小女孩以及解除了布莱的封印。在和爱人园丁杰米生活几年后，女主还是被召唤，自行投入湖底，不同的是，她没有害其他人。

《鬼庄园》是单独一季的剧集，与其他剧集并无情节关联。

官网截图

官网介绍为“哥特式浪漫剧集”，此前的简介是“ 这个哥特式浪漫鬼故事改编自亨利·詹姆斯的作品，出自《鬼入侵》的创剧人之手 ”。

这不是个鬼故事，而是个爱情故事，看完就会明白。

对原著感兴趣的，请看亨利·詹姆斯的《螺丝在拧紧》

《螺丝在拧紧》

附上《螺丝在拧紧》的英文有声书

一本中篇小说要改编成九集电视剧，内容未免不够丰富，除了书中原有情节，还要添加诸多元素：

杰塞尔小姐的名字叫丽贝卡，顿时让人想起黑白老片《蝴蝶梦》，同样也有阴森森的大宅子、严肃的女管家，还有在小说开始即已死去的女主人丽贝卡。

有趣的是，薇奥拉也把自己的大幅油画挂在墙上。

娃娃屋是恐怖片的宠儿，这个定制的昂贵娃娃屋更是暗藏玄机。

恐怖娃娃屋

至于剧中的感人爱情，倘若让洞悉女性心理的亨利·詹姆斯看了，不知作何感想。

开头讲故事的女人是谁？第九集会揭晓谜底

湖中无脸女鬼的身世？直接看第八集

简略的时间线（严重剧透）：

1680年 薇奥拉去世

1686年 珀迪塔去世

1984年 弗洛拉五岁 发现夏洛特和亨利的私情

1985年 弗洛拉六岁生日 收到娃娃屋

多米尼克和亨利摊牌 此后夏洛特和多米尼克在印度车祸身亡

1986年 丽贝卡求职 与昆特相恋

昆特卷走25万英镑 丽贝卡投入湖中死去

1987年 伦敦 丹妮求职 此时迈尔斯十岁 弗洛拉八岁 故事开始...

2007年 北加利福尼亚 弗洛拉结婚 杰米讲故事

每集中隐藏的各种梗：

第一集 很棒的好地方

开头诡异的歌声来自1961年改编《无辜的人》(The Innocents)的插曲

作为本剧的主题曲，后面还会出现，歌词暗指杰米和丹妮的结局。

We lay my love and I,

Beneath the weeping willow.

But now alone I lie,

And weep beside the tree

Singing ‘o Willow Waly’,

By the tree that weeps with me.

Singing ‘o Willow Waly’,

Till my lover returns to me.

We lay my love and I,

Beneath the weeping willow.

But now alone I lie,

Oh, Willow I die.

Oh, Willow I die.

我和我的爱人

躺在哭泣的柳树下

如今只剩我一人

躺在柳树旁哭泣

唱着“哦 伤心的柳树”

柳树也跟着我流泪

唱着“哦 伤心的柳树”

直到爱人回到我身旁

我和我的爱人

躺在哭泣的柳树下

如今只剩我一人

哦 柳树 我将死去

哦 柳树 我将死去

重力井

重力井是围绕某个天体的引力场，这条线索将在第八集挑明。

第二集 学童

牧师在课堂上讲解三本福音的不同，内容颇有意味：

那里有一大群猪在山上吃食 污鬼就央求耶稣说 求你打发我们往猪群里 附着猪去 耶稣准了他们 污鬼就出来 进入猪里去 于是那群猪闯下山崖 投在湖里淹死了

牧师让迈尔斯读的段落

《约翰福音16：22》

So you now indeed have sorrow, but I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy, no man shall take from you.

现在你们也有忧愁 但我要再见你们 你们的心就会喜乐 你们的喜乐是没有人能够夺去的

第三集 两张面孔（上）

肯辛顿的定制服装店和豪车车标，表明了主人的身份。

而彼得·昆特出场的插曲是 Tainted Love, Soft Cell 乐队80年代的版本，歌词如下

Sometimes I feel I've got to Run away I've got to Get away From the pain you drive in the heart of me The love we share Seems to go nowhere And I've lost my light For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night

Once I ran to you (I ran) Now I run from you This tainted love you've given I'll give you all a boy could give you Take my tears and that's not nearly all Tainted love, oh Tainted love

Now I know I've got to Run away I've got to Get away You don't really want any more from me To make things right Need someone to hold you tight And you'll think love is to pray But I'm sorry I don't pray that way

歌词恰好印证了昆特与丽贝卡的故事

第四集 来时路

开头的插曲是 Steve Winwood版本的Higher Love，发行于1986年（一年后，丹妮来到伦敦应聘）

Think about it, there must be higher love Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above Without it, life is wasted time Look inside your heart, I'll look inside mine

Things look so bad everywhere In this whole world, what is fair? We walk blind and we try to see Falling behind in what could be

Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love (oh oh) Bring me a higher love Where's that higher love I keep thinking of?

Worlds are turning and we're just hanging on Facing our fear and standing out there alone A yearning, and it's real to me There must be someone who's feeling for me（一定有人对我有感觉）

歌词映射出丹妮对higher love的渴望，也为后面两人分手做了铺垫

第五集 死者的祭坛

汉娜在面试欧文时提到了《楼上楼下》（1971年BBC版）

两处引用莎士比亚的名句：

《罗密欧与朱丽叶》

The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness. And in its taste confounds the appetite.

最甜的蜂蜜 尝起来也最腻人 反而败坏了食欲（此处指昆特与丽贝卡的爱情）

《哈姆雷特》

To sleep, to sleep perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil.

睡着了 睡着了也许还会做梦 阻碍就在这儿 因为在那死亡的睡眠里 当我们摆脱了腐朽的皮囊 将要做些什么梦（这一集的戏眼）

第八集 旧衣的浪漫

这一集的内容来自亨利·詹姆斯的短篇小说《旧衣罗曼史》The Romance of Certain Old Clothes，讲述威洛比家族的轶事，虽然情节有所改动，内核还是个诡异的哥特式鬼故事。

牧师让薇奥拉念祈祷文，薇奥拉不肯念的那段：

《新约：约翰福音》

I go, and prepare a place for you. And I will come again, and will take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may also be

我如果去为你们预备了地方 就会再来 接你们到我那里去 好使我在哪里 你们也在哪里

还有一段拉丁语的祈祷文，貌似没有配字幕

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, amen. Prínceps glorisistima cæléstis milítiæ, Sáncte Míchael Archángele, defénde...

以圣父、圣子和圣灵之名，阿门，天军之君大天使米迦勒保护我们...

第九集 丛林猛兽

在《白色圣诞节》中，主人公踏上了前往佛蒙特州的旅途，而丹妮和杰米也选择在那里生活

佛蒙特州

丹妮和杰米看的电影是奥黛丽·赫本1954年主演的《龙凤配》

《龙凤配》

欧文开的餐馆叫做“A BATTER PLACE”(面糊美地），这是他从前对汉娜说过的话

A BATTER PLACE

结尾插曲是Sheryl Crow的I Shall Believe，歌词如下：

Come to me now And lay your hands over me Even if it's a lie Say it will be alright And I shall believe

I'm broken in two And I know you're on to me That I only come home When I'm so all alone But I do believe

That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me Please say honestly you won't give up on me And I shall believe And I shall believe

Open the door And show me your face tonight I know it's true No one heals me like you And you hold the key

Never again Would I turn away from you I'm so heavy tonight But your love…

歌词真是应时应景，与画面搭配得perfectly splendid!

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Fandom-2020年最佳新剧

Nerdist网站-2020年最佳电视剧

如同最后一季所说, 在故事的一开始就错了...整个故事最精彩的部分基本都在最后一集...

感觉编剧是想一集一集刻画每个不同的角色, 奈何有点太过贪心反而模糊了想表达的东西...让我觉得有点抓不到重点...讲真如果真的是听故事的人, 大概中间就会睡着几次...

以下可能剧透..

而角色塑造方面...人设感觉都没有立稳, 或者说有人设, 但波澜不惊...dani一直都是体贴温柔的小可爱, peter一直都是阴险狡诈, jamie一直都是独立自主, Miles跟Flora不提, Hanna大概是唯一一个最后稍微有点反转的角色? 所以就算是花了交大篇幅企图建立的人设...也让我感觉有点...平平无奇...

然后是最后一集...评分里面的3分的2.5分都给在了最后一集, 作为爱情故事来说, 有80分, 塑造了比较正面的感情观 (当然于我也有姬佬加分项)...作为恐怖故事来说...既没有抽丝剥茧的过程感, 也没有当头棒喝的惊讶感, 就连恐怖元素也很...普通(不是太懂, 仅个人感觉). 但总归最后一集还是把这个故事完成了, 或牵强或煽情, 但这大概是我对这整个故事最深的记忆点了...

Btw.Jamie跟deni这对...虽然颜值都很高...但不太在我的cp点😬大概还是比较喜欢看老阿姨吧

鬼庄园 (2020)

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2020 / 美国 / 悬疑 恐怖 / 夏兰·福伊 连恩·盖文 本·豪林 尤兰达·拉姆克 阿克塞尔·卡罗琳 迈克·弗拉纳根 伊万·凯兹 / 维多利亚·佩德雷蒂 本杰明·埃文·安斯沃思

有人说“弹幕都在说难看”，“别看，快逃”…我并不这样觉得。

有人说不恐怖。

湖中女鬼我觉得造型还是有点吓人的。特别是第8集，妹妹去阁楼悄悄咪咪开箱子那场，试问以后半夜起床大家还敢把衣服举起看吗？

有人说剧情过分割裂，影响观感。

同样我不认同。做为单元剧，也许是因为前后不同导演的执导不同的集数，部分伏笔确实没有深挖，没有一气呵成的酣畅淋漓。但我认为这只是影响剧情高潮的体验。相反，从听一个故事的角度，在网飞上一口气看完九集，不香吗？而且，这部剧的台词写得像散文一样，当有声书听我都觉得好美…

我随手一停，这句

Where would we be, we wretched people, without generosity of our betters and luck...

(虽然我看不懂，但读起来就是很舒服^^

或者，

She would walk,

she would sleep,

she would wake,

she would walk,

...这样循环起来是不是用would +动词原形表示过去经常做的动作也能理解了…（抱歉这里英语语法乱入了）

维奥拉怎么看都是烂人一个

哪怕一直心里默念这是个悲剧人物，是悲剧人物，悲剧，悲

西巴，到底怎么想的写出这么个东西？伽椰子至少有悲惨的死亡，她纯自作自受，几年的照顾视作理所应当，想扇耳光就扇耳光，扇完又让妹妹扶她回去，让扶不让碰。这不是固执，是偏执。看见丈夫把箱子沉底我可太痛快了，还没怎么舒坦就看见她开始杀人，你女儿离开庄园又不是死了你他妈直接杀小孩，看得我拳头梆硬

彼得和丽贝卡那条线也他妈地离谱，你管这叫爱情？用的词句再美再诗意也掩盖不了这段关系的本质，是谋杀啊！丽贝卡你长点儿心吧，拿着精英女性的人设演着恋爱脑的戏。