A rich woman, Raffaella, and some friends rent a yacht to sail the Mediterranean Sea during summer. The sailor, Gennarino, who is a communist, does not like this woman but has to bear with her bad mood. One day she wakes up late in the afternoon and asks to be taken to land where everyone had gone earlier. Gennarino sets up a boat but during the trip, the boat breaks down. They spend the night in the middle of the sea
Not the blamed notorious 2002 Guy Ritchie-Madonna remake, this is Lina Wertmüller’s original masterpiece, a tactfully veiled feminist treatment that removes the class barrier by marooning a snooty capitalist socialite Raffaella (Melato) and a plebeian Communist deckhand Gennarino (Gianninni), together in an uninhabited island in the middle point, and what ensues is a taming-the-shrew sex romp, that lives and dies with the island itself.
Doesn’t see eye to eye with each other prima facie, the pair wears their heart on their sleeves with a mutual despite that feels both comical and vitriolic, and Wertmüller perceptively demands Raffaella to make a meal of her airs of superiority that naturally elicits our sympathy towards the downtrodden Gennarino, piteously cussing underhandedly with a puppy-eyed scruffiness, even when the duo is left drifting afloat in a dinghy on the Mediterranean Sea (nigh Sardinian Eastern coast), the unseaworthy Raffaella has nothing else to do but whinges about Gennarino’s inadequacy.
Once they are shipwrecked in an island, Raffaella’s peccadillo comes home to roost when their roles are inevitably reversed, totally at the mercy of Gennarino’s survival skill in the nature, she has to endure numerous slaps and a rape attempt before completely submitting herself as a slave at the beck and call of her master, the almighty, proletariat Gennarino, who is confident enough that his virile masculinity can not only subjugate the vain, bourgeoise dame he finds attractive, but also make her fall in love with him (as there is no other competitions in sight), and ostensibly, that is what happens afterward, at that point, our sympathy is miraculously veered toward a docile and besotted Raffaella, a reborn woman, isn’t she?
It is facile to accuse Wertmüller of being misogynist merely on the grounds that she subjects Raffaella repeatedly to physical abuse in the hand of Gennarino, she is astute enough to wield a Teflon shield not just because she is a woman herself, thus the violence can be viewed as a self-reflexive conceit to reflect the horrible reality, but more intricately, to point up the weaker sex’s powerless physical plight is her ingenious approach to counterpoint a woman’s staggering resilience, both physically and mentally, to the point that, Gennarino, as a macho man overtly boasting his dominant nature, has no rival to overpower her in the long run on the intellectual level, because he can never see her through if he cannot treat her as an equal (if not superior). Felt both smitten and suspect by her affection, Gennarino’s fatal mistake is that he is tricked into believing Raffaella’s oscillation, thinks that he has a chance of winning that kind of true love a man could ever covet.
Therefore when they return to the civilization, instantly the upper hand is returned to the rich party, and Wertmüller brilliantly enfolds Raffaella with an even more ambiguous halo, lachrymose and lovey-dovey during the telephone scene with Gennarino, yet, it is clear as day to audience that she will never return to that God-forsaken place of her own accord, the table has been turned and she wins, but instead of strutting in front of the vanquished (as usually a man inclines to do), being a sophisticated woman, she quickly learns from her mistakes and knows a really visceral revenge is to make the vanquished perpetually guessing, fancying, and ever longing for that pipe dream, which is exactly what happens in the end, a woebegone Gennarino is again, returns to his normal life of a loveless marriage, rues the day that he was once a king bestowed with a perfect consort.
Even most of the time there are only two main characters, an Italian film can still be persistently boisterous with flying vituperation and expletives intermittently assaulting our aural sensory to the four winds, both Mariangela Melato and Giancarlo Giannini are the crèmes de la crème, tearing into the battle-of-sexes with mind-boggling conviction, incredible physical facility and top-notch comic timing, and their raucous interplay can go from high skylarking to searing drama on a moment’s notice, moreover, their distinctive personae substantially offset many unsavory traits in their characters, and altogether burnishes Wertmüller’s eloquent allegory that nails the essence of stereotyped gender roles, class disparity and human beings’ most primeval instinct. Intriguingly, the protagonist of most films and books about a sole survivor in the nature is man, which might obliquely certify that man is more of a nature animal whereas woman is a social one, ergo, it is fairly clear who occupies a higher standing in the evolution tree.
referential entries: Wertmüller’s LOVE AND ANARCHY (1973, 8.2/10); SEVEN BEAUTIES (1975, 8.5/10).
本以为此面目在脑海中留下深刻印象化成灰都认得出来，没想到《Swept Away》过后见过数次，《Lili Marleen》里的作曲家Robert、《A Walk in the Clouds》里Victoria的爹、乃至前两天刚看的《Man on Fire》里的老不正经警察局长，看的时候觉得眼熟，没注意竟然蒙混过关了。
曾经还因为这个蔑视过Guy Ritchie......后来一想，人家夫妻搭档乐不可支，摘了“金酸梅”也完全不怕缺乏观众，咱跟着找什么急，也就原谅他了，他拍他的，咱看咱的。看看之前的《Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels》、《Snatch》，和之后的《Revolver》，也就忘了他这点儿小错儿了。
鉴于父权文化将权力与男人等同，大多数男人虽本身并不掌握权力，但仍能够感觉到某种与男性支配的观念以及那些的确手握权力的男人之间的联系。借此，哪怕是地位最低的男人，也在男性认同中找到了一种文化基础，感到自己比原本地位较高的女性优越。举例来说，这就是为什么一个建筑工人在性骚扰一个恰好路过的衣着讲究的职业女性时，他会感到作为男人，他有权这么做。
里娜·韦特缪勒(Lina Wertmüller)在其1974年的经典电影《浩劫妙冤家》(Swept Away)中出色地描绘了这种动态关系。在这部电影中，一个工人阶级男性与一个上流社会女性一起身陷孤岛。尽管他在阶级上处于劣势，但是他敏锐地意识到，他有权在性方面支配他所选择的任何女人，并借此暂时推翻她的阶级特权。在父权制之下，如果我们调转情境，让一个下层阶级女性征服并支配一个上层阶级男性，这一情景就不太具有可信度或不太可能吸引主流观众。这种厌恶并不是基于社会阶层，而是基于对性别秩序的威胁，女性在此秩序中原本处于从属地位，她不能看起来无畏或英勇；相比之下，他则会因为缺少阳刚之气和控制力而遭到评判。
（引用自《性别打结：拆除父权违建》）
Not the blamed notorious 2002 Guy Ritchie-Madonna remake, this is Lina Wertmüller’s original masterpiece, a tactfully veiled feminist treatment that removes the class barrier by marooning a snooty capitalist socialite Raffaella (Melato) and a plebeian Communist deckhand Gennarino (Gianninni), together in an uninhabited island in the middle point, and what ensues is a taming-the-shrew sex romp, that lives and dies with the island itself.
Doesn’t see eye to eye with each other prima facie, the pair wears their heart on their sleeves with a mutual despite that feels both comical and vitriolic, and Wertmüller perceptively demands Raffaella to make a meal of her airs of superiority that naturally elicits our sympathy towards the downtrodden Gennarino, piteously cussing underhandedly with a puppy-eyed scruffiness, even when the duo is left drifting afloat in a dinghy on the Mediterranean Sea (nigh Sardinian Eastern coast), the unseaworthy Raffaella has nothing else to do but whinges about Gennarino’s inadequacy.
Once they are shipwrecked in an island, Raffaella’s peccadillo comes home to roost when their roles are inevitably reversed, totally at the mercy of Gennarino’s survival skill in the nature, she has to endure numerous slaps and a rape attempt before completely submitting herself as a slave at the beck and call of her master, the almighty, proletariat Gennarino, who is confident enough that his virile masculinity can not only subjugate the vain, bourgeoise dame he finds attractive, but also make her fall in love with him (as there is no other competitions in sight), and ostensibly, that is what happens afterward, at that point, our sympathy is miraculously veered toward a docile and besotted Raffaella, a reborn woman, isn’t she?
It is facile to accuse Wertmüller of being misogynist merely on the grounds that she subjects Raffaella repeatedly to physical abuse in the hand of Gennarino, she is astute enough to wield a Teflon shield not just because she is a woman herself, thus the violence can be viewed as a self-reflexive conceit to reflect the horrible reality, but more intricately, to point up the weaker sex’s powerless physical plight is her ingenious approach to counterpoint a woman’s staggering resilience, both physically and mentally, to the point that, Gennarino, as a macho man overtly boasting his dominant nature, has no rival to overpower her in the long run on the intellectual level, because he can never see her through if he cannot treat her as an equal (if not superior). Felt both smitten and suspect by her affection, Gennarino’s fatal mistake is that he is tricked into believing Raffaella’s oscillation, thinks that he has a chance of winning that kind of true love a man could ever covet.
Therefore when they return to the civilization, instantly the upper hand is returned to the rich party, and Wertmüller brilliantly enfolds Raffaella with an even more ambiguous halo, lachrymose and lovey-dovey during the telephone scene with Gennarino, yet, it is clear as day to audience that she will never return to that God-forsaken place of her own accord, the table has been turned and she wins, but instead of strutting in front of the vanquished (as usually a man inclines to do), being a sophisticated woman, she quickly learns from her mistakes and knows a really visceral revenge is to make the vanquished perpetually guessing, fancying, and ever longing for that pipe dream, which is exactly what happens in the end, a woebegone Gennarino is again, returns to his normal life of a loveless marriage, rues the day that he was once a king bestowed with a perfect consort.
Even most of the time there are only two main characters, an Italian film can still be persistently boisterous with flying vituperation and expletives intermittently assaulting our aural sensory to the four winds, both Mariangela Melato and Giancarlo Giannini are the crèmes de la crème, tearing into the battle-of-sexes with mind-boggling conviction, incredible physical facility and top-notch comic timing, and their raucous interplay can go from high skylarking to searing drama on a moment’s notice, moreover, their distinctive personae substantially offset many unsavory traits in their characters, and altogether burnishes Wertmüller’s eloquent allegory that nails the essence of stereotyped gender roles, class disparity and human beings’ most primeval instinct. Intriguingly, the protagonist of most films and books about a sole survivor in the nature is man, which might obliquely certify that man is more of a nature animal whereas woman is a social one, ergo, it is fairly clear who occupies a higher standing in the evolution tree.
referential entries: Wertmüller’s LOVE AND ANARCHY (1973, 8.2/10); SEVEN BEAUTIES (1975, 8.5/10).
想起了纳丁 戈迪默的小说，底层阶级的男人以能够睡到上层阶级女人为快，渴望上层女人、轻看自己的老婆，借由进入女人的身体而进入另一个得不到的世界。
片中胡渣男将金发女压在下面的时候不断地问她和其他男人是怎样ML的，ML的时候会说些什么……女人只是哼哼，不回答。隐私、秘密，是上层阶级的玩意儿，但是，只有当有人想要知道那些隐秘的事情时，隐私才成其为隐私。在这个意义上，对于上层隐私的存在，底层是共谋。用金钱划出与底层领域的生活圈子，又向底层人们略微敞出一角，以供窥视和模仿，制造出优越性区格。胡渣男的老婆订了旅馆，要与他像有钱人那样在露天阳台上吃饭，便是一例。
这样看来，隐私是上层人玩的；倘若尊严的一部分是建立在对隐私的觉悟上，那么尊严又是一桩需要用钱来买的事情。
如果导演能够不那么直接和直白，而是把精力集中在此男对此女的渴望和不可得，也许会更好看。
看完怪别扭的。一是别扭两位主角，男主胡子拉碴作原始人状，看着就打心眼儿里发毛；女主脸颇长，第一眼以为是《Friends》里的Phoebe。起初女人对男人冷漠至极，后来欲火中烧，最后又将其抛弃，男人倒自始至终情真意切，直到最后落得孤零零一人坐在码头空悲切。心里倒为他惋惜起来，总觉得此女人实在理亏，纯属趁火打劫卸磨杀驴（话糙理不糙）。此为二，别扭剧情。三别扭语言，意大利语，从来都认为意大利语调子怪怪的，该升却降的，不过那是人家的习惯，咱也说道不起，但喜不喜欢总得由着自己吧，确实不喜欢。
等/阶级观念作为被批判对象的电影数不胜数，结局貌似都挺苦。想起来两耳生风冷飕飕，小朋友们和仍不相信社会险恶、永远相信爱情忠贞者不推荐看此片。
当然Wertmüller把政治做背景讲两性关系，多深刻。咱拿她的片子出来说，也完全不是因为喜欢。原因是每次想起这片子就能想起那胡子拉碴男，在说书人口中应该是：连鬓络腮的胡子。而且还蓬蓬着。今天看到截图，总算鼓起勇气查一下该男资料。
Giancarlo Giannini。
慌啊。
本以为此面目在脑海中留下深刻印象化成灰都认得出来，没想到《Swept Away》过后见过数次，《Lili Marleen》里的作曲家Robert、《A Walk in the Clouds》里Victoria的爹、乃至前两天刚看的《Man on Fire》里的老不正经警察局长，看的时候觉得眼熟，没注意竟然蒙混过关了。
再说某紫每次介绍的片子，好像都要拿来和别的片子比一比，习惯了，什么都一样，就怕比。02年Guy Ritchie闹过一阵子，拍了个新版的，女主更火，Madonna，据说弄得挺恶俗。某紫没看过，光看网络上流传的译名，“浩劫妙冤家”、“恶女漂流记”，就够恶的。再看这海报，也完全照抄啊。
曾经还因为这个蔑视过Guy Ritchie......后来一想，人家夫妻搭档乐不可支，摘了“金酸梅”也完全不怕缺乏观众，咱跟着找什么急，也就原谅他了，他拍他的，咱看咱的。看看之前的《Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels》、《Snatch》，和之后的《Revolver》，也就忘了他这点儿小错儿了。