黑巷少女

看了有感触，佩服里面的Jodie，这样的小孩很容易吸引我的眼球，我只看到一个为了生存不顾一切保护自己的小女孩，冷静理智得让所有大人都要诧异，其实，她也只是个小孩，非常厌恶里面的Hallet先生，这种人要是出现在我身边我非唾弃死他不可，孩子们，坚强得活下去吧，突然发现不择手段也不全全是贬义

Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane Script
  
  
 
                   
Happy birthday.

 
                   
Who is it?

 
                   
- Mr. Jacobs?
- Yes?

 
                   
It’s me, Frank Hallet.

 
                   
Hallet?

 
                   
- Trick or treat!
- What?

 
                   
Trick or treat!

 
                   
It’s Halloween, young lady.
Why aren’t you out trick-or-treating?

 
                   
Oh, somebody’s birthday.

  
                   
- Whose, yours?
- Yes.

  
                   
- Well, happy birthday.
- Thank you.

  
                   
And besides your birthday,
it’s also Halloween.

  
                   
Can I tell my father what you want?

  
                   
My name’s Frank Hallet.
Your father knows me.

  
                   
My two kids will be along.
They’re trick-or-treating.

  
                   
I'm just going along to make sure...

  
                   
...there aren’t any real goblins
hanging around.

  
                   
Like dirty old men who try to give
pretty little girls some candy.

  
                   
Tell your father you’ve got company.

  
                   
You better shut the door.
You'll let all the heat out of the house.

  
                   
I've seen you around,
but we’ve never met, have we?

  
                   
- You came over from England, right?
- Right.

  
                   
And they don’t celebrate
Halloween in England?

  
                   
No.

  
                   
It’s a big day here...

  
                   
...when all the kids get dressed up
in costumes and masks...

  
                   
...and go around to all the houses...

  
                   
...and shout, "Trick or treat!"

  
                   
And you’re supposed to act scared.

  
                   
And if you don’t give them a treat,
they pull some dirty trick on you.

  
                   
You mean, no trick-or-treaters
have been by here tonight?

  
                   
Well, there will be. My two kids
will be along here any minute.

  
                   
One’s a green skeleton and
the other’s a Frankenstein monster.

  
                   
What’s considered a treat?

  
                   
Candy, popcorn, gum,
anything like that.

  
                   
Would they like a piece of cake?

  
                   
But that’s your birthday cake.

  
                   
You shouldn’t cut it just for them.

  
                   
Bravo.

  
                   
Where’s your mother?

  
                   
My mother’s dead.

  
                   
But your father’s here.

  
                   
He smokes French cigarettes, right?

  
                   
Am I right about
the French cigarettes?

  
                   
Yeah.

  
                   
Where is he, upstairs?

  
                   
Your father’s upstairs?

  
                   
- No, he’s in his study, working.
- Oh, yes. He’s a poet.

  
                   
My mother says he’s a poet.

  
                   
And whatever my mother says
automatically has to be true.

  
                   
It wouldn’t dare not be.

  
                   
My mother’s the lady that leased
this place to you and your father.

  
                   
Oh, that’s great.

  
                   
The kids are gonna love this.

  
                   
Are my hands cold?

  
                   
You’re ?

  
                   
I counted candles.

  
                   
- That’s all I had.
- You’re ?

  
                   
L"II bet you write poetry too.

  
                   
I'd like to read
your poems sometime.

  
                   
Just you and your father live here?
Just you two?

  
                   
Yeah.

  
                   
And I'll bet this is
his favorite chair, isn’t it?

  
                   
Yeah.

  
                   
What’ve you got there?
What is that, a hamster?

  
                   
Oh, let me see.

  
                   
Well, I just wanna see.

  
                   
What’s his name?

  
                   
Oh, come on. He’s gotta have a name.
Tell me his name.

  
                   
Gordon.

  
                   
Gordon? He’s cute.

  
                   
Shouldn’t you tell
your father I'm here?

  
                   
No, not when he’s working.

  
                   
You’re a very pretty girl,
you know that?

  
                   
Pretty eyes.

  
                   
Pretty hair.

  
                   
Pretty girl like you,
and your birthday and all...

  
                   
No boyfriend?

  
                   
Come on,
I’ll bet you got a boyfriend.

  
                   
L"II bet you got lots of boyfriends,
pretty girl like you.

  
                   
It’s okay. It’s all right. Relax.

  
                   
I get to spank you on your birthday.
That’s a custom here.

  
                   
Yes, you get one spank for every year,
and one to grown on.

  
                   
See, you got off easy.

  
                   
Now, don’t get mad.
It’s just a game.

  
                   
It’s just a silly birthday game,
that’s all.

  
                   
You don’t think I was trying to
be fresh, do you? Don’t be silly.

  
                   
I’ve got two kids of my own, you know,
and they'll be along any minute.

  
                   
Here they come now, even.
Well, I’m off.

  
                   
Thank you for the treats.

  
                   
No trick on you tonight.

  
                   
Hello, boys!

  
                   
Tell your father I’m sorry
I missed him. Good night.

  
                   
Hey, I've got some treats for you.

  
                   
There we go.
One for you and one for you.

  
                   
Come on, boys, let’s go.
Happy birthday!

  
                   
Come on, boys, let’s go, go, go.

  
                   
Jacobs, Lester and Jacobs, Rynn.

  
                   
That’s me.

   
                   
It’s what you call a joint account.

   
                   
Sign here, please.

   
                   
- Have you got your key?
- Right here.

   
                   
You can take it into
one of these booths.

   
                   
Yes, I know. Thank you.

   
                   
Sign your name again, please.

   
                   
She’s only .

   
                   
My father has an account here.
Lester Jacobs.

   
                   
Next, please?

   
                   
Could I have that paper
with my signature on it, please?

   
                   
Thank you.

   
                   
Crab apples. No grapes this year.

   
                   
How are you two
getting along out here?

   
                   
- Everything all right?
- Yes, just fine.

   
                   
You do remember me?

   
                   
I’m Cora Hallet.

   
                   
Your father leased
this house from me.

   
                   
Yeah, I remember you.

   
                   
- Where did this come from?
- It’s my father’s.

   
                   
This belongs here.

   
                   
That table and braided rug
belong over there.

   
                   
Poets aren’t supposed to live
like other people, is that it?

   
                   
I keep forgetting to ask him
to autograph one for me.

   
                   
"I love you." Signed, "Father."

   
                   
Nice and simple.

   
                   
We don’t see much
of you two in the village.

   
                   
Not even at the market.

   
                   
Well, the market does deliver.

   
                   
If one can afford it.

   
                   
Do you want me to give
a message to my father?

   
                   
Such a shame about those grapes.

   
                   
Nobody bothered to spray.

   
                   
I can give my father any message.

   
                   
I came for the jelly glasses.

   
                   
For as long as I can remember...

   
                   
...the owners and I have made
jelly out of those grapes.

   
                   
The glasses are in the cellar.

   
                   
Your father’s not home?

   
                   
No, he isn’t.

   
                   
Oh, that’s too bad.

   
                   
I was having a little gathering
at my house and I was hoping that...

   
                   
Is he in the village?

   
                   
No, he’s in New York.

   
                   
When I was outside,
I could have sworn I heard voices.

   
                   
Hebrew?

   
                   
I should think French
would be more help.

   
                   
Or Italian.

   
                   
Lord knows there are enough of them
around these days to speak it with.

   
                   
Are you sure you don’t want
to give my father a message?

   
                   
So many outsiders
in the village these days.

   
                   
Oh, from London.

   
                   
- Yeah.
- I adore crosswords.

   
                   
Well, you can take it with you
if you like.

   
                   
- But your father’s doing it.
- I’m doing it.

   
                   
And Hebrew.

   
                   
My son’s children tell me...

   
                   
...you gave them some birthday cake
the other night.

   
                   
He came inside the house?

   
                   
- My son?
- Yeah, he came inside.

   
                   
Your father?

   
                   
Your father was here that evening?

   
                   
He was in his study.

   
                   
When he’s working,
he can’t be disturbed.

   
                   
Since that evening,
my son’s been back?

   
                   
No.

   
                   
- Not been back at all?
- No.

   
                   
If my son should come back
and your father isn’t here...

   
                   
...it might be better
if you didn’t let him in.

   
                   
Well, he didn’t ask
my permission the first time.

   
                   
I hope you didn’t intend that
to sound so rude.

   
                   
L"II tell my father you said not to let
your son inside the door.

   
                   
That won’t be necessary.

   
                   
Maybe I don’t understand
what you want, Mrs. Hallet.

   
                   
One thing I certainly do not want...

   
                   
...is to go on and on about something
that doesn’t matter in the slightest.

   
                   
I came for jelly glasses.
We'll get them now.

   
                   
Your son says I have pretty hair.

   
                   
Did he tell you that?

   
                   
We’ll get the glasses now.

   
                   
They’re in the cellar.

   
                   
We’ll move this table...

   
                   
...so I can get the rug up
and raise the trap door.

   
                   
My father and I like the table
where it is.

   
                   
But the glasses are in the cellar.

   
                   
L"II get them for you later,
Mrs. Hallet.

   
                   
Move the table.

   
                   
This is my house.

   
                   
You are an extraordinarily
rude little girl...

   
                   
...who’s going to do exactly as I say.

   
                   
Last week you took
the only good grapes we have...

   
                   
...and now the crab apples.

   
                   
And you never asked if you might.

   
                   
And today you just walked
bang into my house!

   
                   
- This is not your house!
- My house!

   
                   
Leased.

   
                   
You’re .

   
                   
Why aren’t you in school?

   
                   
Thirteen means I have no rights,
is that it?

   
                   
Thirteen means
you should be in school.

   
                   
- Look at me when I speak to you.
- I study at home.

   
                   
It so happens I’m a member
of the school board.

   
                   
When we meet on Monday,
they’ll be very interested in your case.

   
                   
Now, where’s your father?

   
                   
- I told you, he’s in New York.
- Exactly where in New York?

   
                   
He’s having lunch
with his publisher.

   
                   
I want the publisher’s
telephone number.

   
                   
- I don’t have it.
- The publisher’s name?

   
                   
This one’s London.

   
                   
Your father will telephone me the
moment he comes back, understood?

   
                   
This is my house.

   
                   
What are you doing here?

   
                   
It’s Saturday afternoon.
Why aren’t you at the game?

   
                   
I’ve gotta do this report
on government...

   
                   
...and I need to know when
the school board holds its meetings.

   
                   
Well, would it help you to visit one?

   
                   
No. Actually, all I really need
to know is when it meets.

   
                   
Twice monthly.

   
                   
Someone told me
it’s meeting this Monday.

   
                   
No, the board meets again
a week from Thursday.

   
                   
These are the bylaws.

   
                   
- If you need any further help...
- No. This is super. Thank you.

   
                   
But you shouldn’t be working now.
You should be at the ball game.

   
                   
The Wildcats need
all the help they can get.

   
                   
Whose class are you doing
the paper for?

   
                   
Excuse me. Maybe I can
get there by halftime.

   
                   
You’re a liar, Mrs. Hallet.
You’re a liar.

   
                   
Rynn, where you going?

   
                   
Back home.

   
                   
If you can wait a second,
I’ll give you a lift.

   
                   
No, really. I’m fine.

   
                   
I was hoping maybe you and...

   
                   
Some other time, then.

   
                   
Could you give your mother
a message for me?

   
                   
Tell her I have those jelly glasses...

   
                   
...and any time she wants to come by,
they’ll be there.

   
                   
I can come by later myself,
if you like.

   
                   
I think it'd be better if she came.
My father wants to talk to her.

   
                   
Yeah, I’ll tell her.

   
                   
- Everything all right, miss?
- Fine, officer.

   
                   
I mean, he wasn’t bothering you,
was he?

   
                   
Mr. Hallet?

   
                   
Your folks let you wander
around town by yourself?

   
                   
I live with my father. He lets me
come into town when I want.

   
                   
- What’s your name?
- Rynn Jacobs.

   
                   
Do you have a name, officer?

   
                   
Oh, sure, yeah. Sorry.
The name’s Miglioriti.

   
                   
- Miglioriti.
- Yeah. You got it.

   
                   
But call me Ron.

   
                   
Miglioriti. That’s a nice name.

   
                   
It’s Italian.

   
                   
It’s hard for most Americans.

   
                   
And have the Miglioritis been living
in this town a long time?

   
                   
Hey, you sound like you’ve been
talking to Mrs. Hallet.

   
                   
To her, if you weren’t on
the first ship that put in here...

   
                   
...you'll always be an immigrant.

   
                   
I guess we’re the newest,
me and my father.

   
                   
You’ve been here, what,
a couple of months?

   
                   
Yeah, about that.

   
                   
Like it?

   
                   
- Is school okay?
- Yeah, it’s okay.

   
                   
- Yeah, being new isn’t easy.
- There’s the lane.

   
                   
Around here, folks can be
a little cold at first...

   
                   
...but when you’ve been here longer,
they’ll seem even colder.

   
                   
Thanks for the ride.

   
                   
Maybe I could have
a talk with your father.

   
                   
- Why?
- Nothing to worry your head about.

   
                   
Well, I can’t disturb him
when he’s working.

   
                   
Yeah, well, let’s see if he is.

   
                   
Sorry, he’s working.
He’s translating some Russian poetry.

   
                   
When that door’s locked,
I can’t bother him.

   
                   
I suspect the only reason Mrs. Hallet
lets us into her village...

   
                   
...is because my father’s a poet.

   
                   
Mrs. Hallet loves poets.

   
                   
That’s one of his books over there.

   
                   
- He wrote that, huh?
- Yeah.

   
                   
Want him to sign a copy for you?

   
                   
Yeah, sure. I never met a real poet.

   
                   
I mean, look, don’t laugh at me...

   
                   
...but I can’t believe
people like poetry.

   
                   
I’m not talking about that
birthday-card stuff, but real poetry.

   
                   
I mean, when it doesn’t even rhyme.

   
                   
No, I’m not laughing at you.

   
                   
My father says that most people
who say they like poetry...

   
                   
...only pretend to like it.
You’re honest.

   
                   
He’s your favorite poet, huh?

   
                   
No. He’s my father.

   
                   
Emily Dickinson’s my favorite.

   
                   
Emily Dickinson, yeah.

   
                   
You know, it can be pretty nice here
in the village once you get used to it.

   
                   
And just don’t let Mrs. Hallet
hassle you.

   
                   
Her son says I’m a pretty girl.

   
                   
That what he said?

   
                   
What is he, a pervert?

   
                   
I guess that means little girls
shouldn’t accept candy from him.

   
                   
- Not if they’re smart little girls.
- Don’t worry, I won’t.

   
                   
I’m glad you came by, though.

   
                   
Yeah, me too, I’m glad, but...

   
                   
Do you like turkey?

   
                   
Well, to tell you the truth, no.

   
                   
You know, birds are reptiles
from way back.

   
                   
Biologically.

   
                   
Yeah, well, then I guess you don’t
wanna buy a raffle ticket, huh?

   
                   
You mean if we buy a raffle ticket,
we might win a turkey?

   
                   
For Thanksgiving.
Yeah, a big -pounder.

   
                   
- A big turkey, huh?
- Yeah.

   
                   
Yeah, all right, we'll take two tickets.

   
                   
Two dollars.

   
                   
Look, I really hate to do this,
you know? I mean...

   
                   
It’s all right.

   
                   
Hold on. Here.

   
                   
There’s one for you,
and one for your father.

   
                   
And we’ll see which one’s
the lucky one, okay?

   
                   
All right.

   
                   
- Thank your father too.
- Sure.

   
                   
- See you around.
- Bye-bye.

   
                   
Hello?

   
                   
- I may come in.
- I invited you, Mrs. Hallet.

   
                   
We had a meeting
of the school board this morning.

   
                   
I spoke to them about you.

   
                   
I must say, when they heard about
your case, they were very interested.

   
                   
I was just about to put a kettle on.
Would you like some tea?

   
                   
Very interested in your case.

   
                   
You don’t wanna hear
what they said?

   
                   
As for tea, Darjeeling or Earl Grey?

   
                   
I came here prepared
to forget about yesterday...

   
                   
...but I must say, I don’t care for
your tone any better today.

   
                   
Well, then it’s up to me to apologize.

   
                   
What I find particularly surprising...

   
                   
...is that most boys and girls
who are educated in England...

   
                   
...are so well-behaved.

   
                   
What did you decide for the tea?

   
                   
Not a glass of that thick,
sweet wine...

   
                   
...you people use
in your religious rituals?

   
                   
Or aren’t you old enough
to drink wine?

   
                   
You told my son
you told me .

   
                   
Now, which is it to be?

   
                   
- Thirteen.
- And brilliant.

   
                   
As so many of your people are.

   
                   
Mrs. Hallet, will you please accept my
apology for what happened yesterday?

   
                   
I’m afraid it isn’t that simple.

   
                   
You told my son your father
wished to speak to me?

   
                   
I certainly wish to speak to him.
Call him.

   
                   
Well, he’s translating right now.

   
                   
I couldn’t disturb him
even for Officer Miglioriti.

   
                   
Officer Miglioriti works
for people like me.

   
                   
In case you’re wondering...

   
                   
...I’m waiting right here
until you do call your father.

   
                   
You never answered about the tea.

   
                   
I can’t imagine what made any of us
think you could be happy here.

   
                   
My father and I love this house.

   
                   
No, I think we’ll make other plans.

   
                   
Our lease is for three years.

   
                   
Leases have known to be broken.

   
                   
Unless, of course, your father and I
could come to some understanding.

   
                   
And what would that be,
Mrs. Hallet?

  

很感動自己在無意之中發現這部片子，當看簡介的時候，讓我想起《水果硬糖》，很多人都說當年18歲的艾倫·佩姬是個天才，的確，她是一顆不可多得的明星，未來的路長之又長，一個童星（18歲前的演員）如果可以遇到好的劇本，那么她才會有發揮的場所，而艾倫的命運還是未知之數，但對于朱迪·福特斯，這個自1976年曾經在《出租車司機》露面的女孩而成為歷史上杰出的女演員之一的她來說，我真的不明白， 為什么同是在1976年， 她這部《黑巷少女》的名聲竟然比《出租車司機》要低這么多，真的很希望喜歡朱迪·福特斯的人可以看看這片子，它絕對是一部經典的cult片，當時13歲的她無疑用她過于早熟的演繹征服了我，直到現在，我的心還在砰砰地跳。
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《黑巷少女》是部非常黑暗的片子，很難想象竟然社會上會有這么多變態的大人，或許在外國這已經是司空見怪了，但是，看著那個女房東惡毒的表情，還有她那個有戀童癖的兒子，我就覺得惡心。從這一點上，這片子就已經成功了，可以塑造出這些讓人從內心產生憎恨之意的角色，的確是導演和演員的功勞。但是整部片子可以說是朱迪·福斯特個人表演戲。
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因為自身受到父親的教育，朱迪飾演的Rynn是個非常成熟并且不相信任何人的女孩子，她用自己的方法保護著自己。父親突然的失蹤她努力在人面前掩飾，全世界的人都以為她是跟父親一齊生活，其實，獨自一人的她過著常人無法想象的孤獨生活，她沒有流過一滴眼淚，除了看到自己心愛的男孩子臥病在床之時，這時，她才放下堅強的面具，輕輕地在他耳邊流著淚說：“其實，我不是不怕孤獨。”這是多么令人心痛的話，淚水此刻充溢著我的眼睛。父親跟她說：“世界是險惡的，只有一個人，才能活得最大的自由......為了生活，要不釋手段。”Rynn她無意殺害任何人，這只是以牙還牙的一種手段，沒有對錯之分，殺人或者說那種對待死人的冷漠態度，是不應該出現在一個13歲女孩的面上的。
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影片最后給了很多的懸念給我，我很喜歡這樣，結尾，那整整三分鐘，鏡頭一轉不轉地盯著Rynn的表情，這是一個多么漂亮的女孩子，金黃色的頭發，透徹的眼睛，高高的鼻子，紅紅的嘴唇，但你看著她那種眼神，心中那種悲痛是很難解析的。 這是一部三十多年前的片子，時間的流逝不能夠磨滅《黑巷少女》的影響力，現在回想《水果硬糖》，我竟然發現這部新片子有著很多《黑巷少女》的影子，可能是從女主角身上散發出來吧。 大家都是從《出租車司機》后才愛上朱迪·福特斯的，但我可以很肯定地告訴自己，從今天開始，從《黑巷少女》這片開始， 我愛上了這個40多歲的女演員，從她13歲那時開始。