《The Legend of 1900》海上鋼琴師

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LIfe is immense can you understand that?

【The Legend of 1900】中文譯名為【海上鋼琴師】,片名已經告知我們這是關於「1900」的一部傳奇故事,至於誰是1900呢?這位生於海上,由添碳工人 Danny Boodman 在頭等船艙的 TD 牌檸檬空紙箱中內發現的嬰兒,意外的棄嬰和意外的親情,Danny 深信 TD 表示著 Tanks Danny 於是扶養起了這位男嬰。而一長串的名字由來是這樣的:在 1900 的那一年、在 Danny Boodman 的發現和 TD 牌 Lemon 紙箱擺置於三角鋼琴上的他,成了 —— Danny Boodman・TD・Lemon・1900。

1900 有著極為高超的琴藝天賦,美妙的天籟琴聲成了他停留於船艙中的籌碼。1900 沒有親人、沒有戶籍、沒有國籍和根,於是大海成了孕育它成長的搖籃,浪聲是他的安眠曲,88 個黑白琴鍵是他創造無限可能的奇蹟,Virginian 郵輪停泊於世界上的各個碼頭,人們穿梭於陸地和海上,而 1900 始終由那個圓圓的玻璃窗口向外望著,望著那片未知的陸地,他只熟悉於這艘郵輪漂泊於大海之中,他只相信自己來自於這裏。 1900 的琴藝,換得的榮耀和掌聲是如此的稀鬆平常,琴鍵和音符是他成長的湊合,或許天才和俗人之間的那道線索是無法理解的寂寞。有一幕場景是:當船艙內所有的人圍繞著 1900 翩翩起舞,當洞悉著無數人的 1900 看穿了每一位乘客的雙眼而幻化成為音符時,只因為一個人看見了美國大陸上,那尊舉著自由聖火的女神,一瞬間,鳥獸四散而去,人們歡呼起即將著陸的興奮之情,相較之下 1900 的孤寂之感顯得非比尋常的濃厚,他的尊榮能在剎時化為靜止無聲的孤寂,而且消失的寂然,那份幸福,並不能長久。

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而當然,在一部好的電影中,總是會出現一段愛情的邂逅。1900 在無意間瞥見的心動女子潘黛安,此時的琴音,是戀愛的悸動,絲毫不敢有出錯的可能,但指尖流竄的情感是那樣的細膩和富有感情,他甚至偷偷的溜進女士臥鋪,看著心儀女孩的臉龐,被愛與愛人的渴望,鏡頭停在女子豐滿紅潤的唇上。1900 決定將自己灌製的音樂專輯送給女孩當禮物時,卻又再一次的被人潮下船之際,彼此被抉擇和恐懼給分離,使他在生命中錯過了可能唯一去愛的機會。或許,生命中,那份注視就是一段故事開始的可能,但卻從來沒有發生過,只停留在注視裡的那陣酸楚中,或長或短,只在午夜夢迴之際念起,那段可能。

喇叭手 Max 不只一次勸過他的朋友,描述著陸地上的美好、談起一幢幢的樓房、一條條的街道,說起家庭中的溫暖:妻子的愛和孩子們環繞的溫暖,是該屬於人擁有的平凡幸福、1900 在陸地上會獲得的財富和榮譽,每一份的美好可能。

那一場景的印象太讓人深刻,他披覆著好友的大衣提著一只行李箱,站在甲板 —— 船和陸地的聯繫上,下面一層灰濛濛的好比一個無法理解的世界,這位天賦異稟的音樂家終止了腳步,將禮帽瀟灑的扔了出去,堅定的回頭轉向了屬於他的世界,而那頂帽子隨風飄到了海平面上,或許,他終究是得落在大海之上的……第一次抉擇於陸地和海,他是懼怕強烈的慾望;而這一次,陸地對於他來說已不再是一種慾望。他執著著海洋和他的生命(音樂),他決定跟隨著宿命,在人來人往的船艙中,千萬人往返於歐洲及美洲,他在那群人眼中明白的繁華、虛偽、冷漠和孤寂,也看盡了人生吧!面對無限寬廣、無窮選擇的陸地,他卻慌了,不知從何找到安定,88 個琴鍵可能創造出無盡的樂譜,但那是他習慣的有界限的世界。另一個世界令他感到沈重,壓覆在他的身上而另他崩潰,他甚至不曉得何時、何處結束。“But never more than fit between prow and Stern ”他的一生漂泊於世界,一生裡組成的就是音樂和這艘 Virginian 郵輪,與他的靈魂相互縫合的音樂,譜出了他解讀的世界 —— 一首永遠也彈奏不到尾聲的歌曲,另人醉心。

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面對六噸的炸藥、面對結束生命,這位天才坦然的接受了!只因為他屬於大海、屬於這艘船艙、屬於他的樂章,因為當他無法靠近陸地時,他創造不出可能性和音符,那對於離開生命又有何區別呢?吉賽佩托納托雷的故事裡,充沛的最多的情緒是“無奈”,貼近人生的無可奈何。生命裡有太多的遺憾,我們如此的渺小,無論選擇大海或者陸地,無論是有限或是無限的生命,無論是驕傲的傳奇一生或是匆匆揮手下了生命舞台的傾訴,我們仍然解讀著自己的生命,無論璀璨與否。

在每一個未知數裡,X的可能有太多、Y的答案也不盡然的相同,你不必成為誰也無法成為誰,你只能在擁有中感受足夠,偶爾會不清楚何去何從,但儘管的遺憾吧!

儘管遺憾、儘管最終,我們都擁抱著寂寞。

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城市那麼大,你永遠看不到盡頭,盡頭在哪兒?
可以給我看看盡頭嗎?
當年,我踏上跳板,不覺得困難。
我穿上大衣也很神氣,自認為一表人才,有決心、有把握,沒有任何問題。
我停下來,不是因為所見到的,而是因為我所見不到的,你明白嗎?
是因為看不見的東西。這連綿不絕的城市什麼都有,就是沒有盡頭,我看不見城市的盡頭。
我需要看得見世界的盡頭。

拿鋼琴來說,鍵盤有始有終,有 88 個鍵,錯不了,並不是無限的,但音樂是無限的。
在琴鍵上能奏出無限的音樂,我很喜歡也應付得來。
走過跳板,前面的鍵盤有無數的琴鍵,事實就是這樣,無窮無盡,這鍵槃無限大。
無限大的鍵盤怎麼彈奏得出音樂?不是給凡人彈奏是給上帝彈奏的。
只是街道就已經有好幾千條,上了崖又何去何從呢?
愛一個女人,住一所房子,買一塊地,
望一處風景,走一條死路。太多選擇,
我真的無所適從、漫無止境、茫茫無際、思前想後,
你不怕精神崩潰嗎?那樣的日子怎麼過?
我生於船,長於船,世界千變萬化,
這艘船每次只載客二千,既載人,也載夢想,
但範圍卻離不開船頭與船尾之間。
但在有限的鋼琴上,我自得其樂,我已經過慣那樣的日子了。
陸地?對我來說,
陸地是艘太大的船,是位太美的女人,
是一條太長的航程,是一瓶太濃的香水,是一篇無從彈奏的樂章。
我無法捨棄這艘船,我寧可捨棄我自己的生命。
反正世間也不會有人記得我,除了你,
Max,
只有你知道我在這裡,你屬於少數,你最好習慣一下。
原諒我吧朋友,我不下船了。
Max,
如果我站在天國大門外,聖人查生死冊查不到我的名字,
“你叫什麼?再說一遍”。
“1900”
“名單上只有易久齡、裘玲、伊靈嶺”。
“聖人先生,我在船上出生”。
“什麼?”
“生於船,長於船,死於船,也許因此冊上無名。”
“噢,沉船而死”。
“不是的,是炸死,六噸半的炸藥,砰!”
“現在痛不痛?”
“還可以,只是掉一條手臂”
“手臂?”
“對,炸掉的”
“士多房應該有,找找看”
“炸掉的是哪一條?”
“左臂”
“哦,實在抱歉,士多房只有兩條右臂”
“兩條右臂?”
“是的,真不巧。你肯不肯將就一下”
“怎樣?”
“在左邊裝上一條右臂”
“既然如此,兩條右臂總好過獨臂”
“太對了”
1900:我就笑不出來
認真懊惱,永遠兩條右臂,怎樣在胸前劃十字?
1900:Max,兩條右臂能彈出什麼音樂?希望天堂也有鋼琴。

All that city. You just couldn’t see the end to it.
The end? Please? You please just show me where it ends?
It was all very fine on that gangway. And I was grand too, in my overcoat.
I cut quite a figure. And I was getting off. Guaranteed. There was no problem.
It wasn’t what I saw that stopped me, Max.
It was what I didn’t see. You understand that? What I didn’t see.
In all that sprawling city there was everything except an end.
There was no end. What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end.
The end of the world...
Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end.
You know there are eighty-eight of them, nobody can tell you any different.
They are not infinite. You are infinite.
And on these keys the music that you can make is infinite.
I like that. That I can live by.
You get me up on that gangway and you’re rolling out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys,
millions and billions of keys that never end, and that’s the truth, Max.
That they never end. That keyboard is infinite.
And if that keyboard is infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music you can play.You’re sitting on the wrong bench. That’s God’s piano.
Christ! Did, did you see the streets? Just the streets…
There were thousands of them! And how do you do it down there?
How do you choose just one? One woman, one house,
one piece of land to call your own, one landscape to look at, one way to die...
All that world is weighing down on me,
you don’t even know where it comes to an end,
and aren’t you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it?
The enormity of living it?
I was born on this ship, and the world passed me by,
but two thousand people at a time.
And there were wishes here, but never more than fit between prow and stern.
You played out your happiness, but on a piano that was not infinite. I learned to live that way...
Land? Land is a ship too big for me.
It’s a woman too beautiful; it’s a voyage too long, a perfume too strong.
It’s a music I don’t know how to make. I could never get off this ship.
At best, I can step off my life. After all, I don’t exist for anyone.
You’re an exception, Max, you’re the only one who knows I’m here.
You’re a minority, and you better get used to it.
Forgive me, my friend, but I’m not getting off.
Max.   
I can picture the scene up there.   
Some poor guy searching a list for my name and not finding it.   
- What did you say your name was? - Nineteen Hundred.   
Niemann, Nightingale,   
Ninestock, Nittledeen.  
- You see, sir, I was born on a ship. - I beg your pardon?   
Born, raised and died on a ship, maybe I'm registered there.  
- Shipwreck? - No, six and a half tons of dynamite.  
Are you feeling better now?  
Yeah, fine except that I lost an arm.  
- An arm? - Yes, in the explosion.
You should be able to find one up there.
- Which one do you say is missing? - The left, sir.
I'm so sorry!
We only seem to have two rights.
- Two right arms? - Yes.
I'm afraid so.
Would you mind awfully taking...
- Taking what? - A right arm instead of a left?
Well, all things considered, better a right arm than nothing at all.
I couldn't agree more.
By the way, we have one black arm and one white arm.
Oh, matching arms, please.
I have nothing against negroes, it's just a question of aesthetics.
It's no laughing matter, Max.
What a cock-up, spending eternity with two right arms!
How would you make the sign of the cross?
Max.
Imagine the music I could play with two right arms.
I only hope I can find a piano up there!
說點什麼吧!

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