马男波杰克第五季

说到人兽OOXX，光看Horseman这个姓氏就懂了。

其实，Horseman的准确翻译应该是马人，总不能波杰克的妈妈叫马男碧翠丝吧。

当然，这点瑕疵微不足道，自2014年开播以来，这个丧到家的马脸大叔让很多人找到了共鸣。

与前四季相比，第五季的故事平淡了许多，主创人员好像在有意淡化波杰克的主角光环，开始尝试各种支线剧情。

这就使得本季的故事十分散乱，每个角色都想讲那么一点，每个角色都讲的不太好。

唯一值得欣慰的是，戴安和花生酱离婚了，恭喜戴安脱离苦海。

对花生酱这人，哦，不对，对花生酱这狗，我一向没啥好感。

是的，他乐观、单纯、想到什么就说什么。

但这种优点很多时候都是一种缺点，从技术上来说，花生酱属于典型的没心没肺。

花生酱很少在乎别人的感受，他会自顾自地说个不停，沉浸在自己的世界里。

这种人在生活中，就是那种，明明有时候他做错了，你也不能怪他，因为，你一怪他，别人看来，反倒成了你在欺负他。

这也很好的解释了为什么他结了三次婚，因为每次一开始，女方都会被他的乐观、单纯所吸引。

遗憾的是，女方都在成长，花生酱却没有，俩个不能共同成长的人是很难继续在一起的。

本季最后，貌似给了花生酱一个happy end，向现女友求婚，但隐患早就埋下，在有女友的前提下和前妻上床，不算劈腿吗？

嗯，真乐观、真单纯。

卡罗琳公主一如既往的令人心疼，关于她的更多过往，本季做了一定篇幅的回忆，让这位真女神的形象更加丰满。

陶德依然发挥了傻人有傻福的特性，甚至有些变本加厉。

性爱机器人那段，简直是在硬刚变味了的“Metoo”，真的很不政治正确啊。

其实，整个系列中波杰克才是最被误解的那一个。

戴安，唯一一个表白过的女生，他没有在戴安最脆弱的时候乘虚而入。

差点和故人的女儿上床，但也只是差点而已，更何况，当时波杰克单身，对方也单身并且成年，你情我愿的，有什么不可以？

最大的黑点大概就是跟陶德的女伴上了床，但陶德真的是一个坚定的无性恋者啊。

很多人觉得波杰克好屌，好丧，好人生导师，觉得波杰克就是个敢怼天怼地的人物，甚至很多人一集都没看过，就拿截图装逼，好像发个波杰克语录，自己也就跟着吊炸天了。

事实是怎样的呢？

看看波杰克周围，没人改变过自己，每个人都按自己的所想活着，这就显得努力改变自己的波杰克愈发珍贵。

他的父母，他的朋友，他们都不曾改变。

真正改变的只有波杰克一人，真正成长的也只有他一个人。

学着不再浑浑噩噩，学着与人交往，学着重新拍戏，明知自己是一个很丧很丧的人，明知自己是一个会把所有好事漏掉的人，却一直努力试着变得好一点。

就像他曾经劝慰戴安时说的，有时候，明明父母或家人对我们很不好，为什么在他们离世的时候我们依然感到难过，因为在心底，不管是否承认，我们都期待他们能变好，至少能对我们好一点。

直到有一天，他们死了，这种期待也就不存在了。

本季的结尾，用波杰克的话说就是——情景喜剧是不能有大团圆结局的，如果一部情景喜剧拍了大团圆结局，那么这部剧大概率要被砍掉了。

所以，明年同一时间，波杰克一定还会回来的。

真的很佩服这个系列的编剧，看完五味杂陈，但我糟糕的文字功底不足以完全表述。

每个角色看起来都在步入更好的生活，是吗？

是吧，又或许极尽努力依旧无法改变无法逃离。

Diane终于学会了与自己与他人和解，在Bojack需要她的时候即使恨他也坚定地给予帮助，她太清醒但又善良，看开一点或许会活得轻松许多。

Princess Carolyn还是那么坚强坚韧，工作上雷厉风行能力出众，对待感情也不拖泥带水。

虽然很惋惜她没有和Ralph复合，但她一直有自己清晰的人生计划，错过了就坚定地开始下一阶段，最后有了自己的孩子有了新的开始。

Todd是我觉得很神奇的角色，他像是世外之人，总是有着不切实际和稀奇古怪的想法，但总能意外地做得很好，最后他脱下西装回归最初的形象，像在世间游历一遭最后飘然而去。

Bojack塑造得太立体太复杂，他是不折不扣的混蛋，但总能牵动人的情绪为他感叹。

他的内心世界太痛苦太荒芜太颓靡，需要用酒精和药物填满，才能苦苦挣扎这么多年。

当这些都被清除后，他看着漂浮在空中的自己会想些什么？

最后他选择了新的尝试，没有逃避，清醒地直面痛苦。

伴随着BoJack的这5年，遇到了很多剧，但BoJack仍是我心中的NO.1。

重新刷这部剧，我意识到不管看多少遍，这部作品都不能带给你安慰，它会让浮躁的心安静，让虚假的生活揭开面纱露出残酷的一面，而且它会让你抑郁，即使生活一帆风顺。

第四季的最后，Diane和Mr Peanutbutter搬进新公寓，当她再次被所谓的“惊喜”狠狠戳了一下，她崩溃了。

那一瞬间，我懂。

心想，碰到这样一个丈夫——为满足自身需求而帮助别人，为自我感觉良好而去实现他人梦想——着实应该离婚。

离婚后的生活是什么样呢？

生活还未走到这一步，我还不能想象。

但是这部剧给了我答案。

当Diane趴在方向盘上大哭的时候，Mr Peanutbutter这个她生活中唯一的温暖离她而去——Mr Peanutbutter是个天生的乐观者，他会继续他快乐的生活；然而独自生活的Diane会变得更加cynical并且孤独。

浪漫的关系是如此的虚妄。

Diane离婚的时候，她看到Mr Peanutbutter以对待自己的方式、对待新女友，像是一切未曾改变。

这种情景已经让人心碎——但是更大的真实是：没有人不可替代。

每个人对待别人的方式都是相对固定的，不管是对待新交的女友还是刚出生的孩子。

所谓“独一无二“——只有记忆和执念让我们以为如此，只有离别和不可复归的生活本身让我们这么以为。

创意评论：第五季的艺术创意迸发出无以伦比的新观感。

最明显的是片尾曲的曲风每次都会根据主题而改变——Diane在越南时结尾是阮等弦乐，BoJack有Hollyhock来访这一集是摇滚曲风。

其次，分镜头的切换更具有电影感。

印象最深刻的是万圣节那一集，当Mr Peanutbutter和四任老婆/女友一起前往BoJack家开Halloween party的时候，反复使用了时间背景的切换和倒叙。

最后四个场景拼在一起，主角大声喊出：“This is gonna be the best Halloween!” 瞬间体会到艺术作品带来的情感冲撞和独特的魅力。

创作人员在不断的积累中表现手法更加炉火纯青，整部剧的走向也越来越深——从探索社会prevalent的愚昧盲从，到探求内心最隐秘的情感；从为社会公正发声到究底人生的意义——整部剧让我感觉到艺术作品的创作和人生的多彩有着强烈的相关关系。

当你刚开始创作这部剧时，观众还不熟悉剧中的人物——不了解他们的背景和性格，所以故事首先伴随着他们的日常生活和对社会的批判展开。

随着观众对角色的熟悉和喜爱的增加，我们逐渐了解到每个主角背后的故事，先是BoJack（第一季为他写书），然后是Diane（因为他的父亲去世），其中穿插着Todd（讲述他的黑帮背景和小时候的蠢事），接下来是Mr Peanutbutter（带Diane回拉布拉多半岛），最后是Princess Carolyn（从女仆的女儿差点到公子哥的太太）。

这种布局似乎是伴随着人内心深处的broken的程度。

BoJack有着最shitty的家庭，所以着墨最多去讲述他的故事，以及尝试理解为什么他会变成今天的模样。

到第五季的时候，这些人内心的故事都被剖析完全，于是情节的发展走向了更深的层次。

剧集开始引起观众强烈的共鸣，因为我们每个人心里都有一点BoJack，一点Diane，有时会像Todd那样碰碰运气，有时会成为Mr Peanutbutter盲目乐观，最后都会抹掉眼泪，做坚强的Princess Carolyn。

这就是伟大的艺术作品，它看似在讲述好莱坞的has-been和他的朋友们的荒诞故事，其实它给我们每个人强烈的共鸣，让我们被理解、被安慰。

So I stopped at a Jack in the Box on the way here, and the girl behind the counter said, “Hiya! Are you having an awesome day?” Not, “How are you doing today?” No. “Are you having an awesome day?” Which is pretty… shitty, because it puts the onus on me to disagree with her, like if I’m not having an “awesome day,” suddenly I’m the negative one.Usually when people ask how I’m doing, the real answer is I’m doing shitty, but I can’t say I’m doing shitty because I don’t even have a good reason to be doing shitty. So if I say, “I’m doing shitty,” then they say, “Why? What’s wrong?” And I have to be like, “I don’t know, all of it?” So instead, when people ask how I’m doing, I usually say, “I am doing so great.”But when this girl at the Jack in the Box asked me if I was having an awesome day, I thought, “Well, today I’m actually allowed to feel shitty.” Today I have a good reason, so I said to her, “Well, my mom died,” and she immediately burst into tears. So now I have to comfort her, which is annoying, and meanwhile, there’s a line of people forming behind me who are all giving me these real judgy looks because I made the Jack in the Box girl cry. And she’s bawling, and she’s saying, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” and I’m like, “It’s fine. It’s fine.” I mean, it’s not fine but, you know, it’s… fine. And I would like to order a Double Jack Meal, and I’ve kinda got somewhere to be, so maybe less with the crying and more with the frying, huh? [inhales] And the girl apologizes again and she offers me a free churro with my meal. And as I’m leaving, I think, “I just got a free churro because my mom died.” No one ever tells you that when your mom dies, you get a free churro.[people murmuring][clears throat]Anyway, I’m sorry, that’s not part of the… [clears throat] All right. Okay, here we go. Let’s do this. Here I am, BoJack Horseman, doing a eulogy, let’s go. Hey, piano man, can I get a, like an organ flourish? [organ plays] Nicely done. You know, I was a little worried I wouldn’t have the right accompaniment today. I guess it’s a good thing my mom was an organ donor! [rimshot plays] What happened to the organ? [horn ‘oogahs’] Okay, why just leave the comedy to the professionals? Okay? This is a funeral, sir, for my mother. Can you show a little respect? [trumpet whines] I’ll take it.Beatrice Horseman, who was she? What was her deal? Well, she was a horse. Uh, she was born in 1938. She died in 2018. One time, she went to a parade, and one time, she smoked an entire cigarette in one long inhale. I watched her do it. Truly a remarkable woman.[rustling]Lived a full life, that lady. Just, all the way to the end, which is, uh, now I guess. Really makes you think, though, huh? Life, right? Goes by, stuff happens. Then you die. Okay, well that’s my time, you’ve been great! Tip your waitress! No, I’m just kidding around, there’s no waitress. But seriously, that’s all I have to say about my mother. No point beating a dead horse, right? So…[inhales] Now what? I don’t know. Mom, you got any ideas? Anything? Mom? No? Nothing to contribute? Knock once if you’re proud of me.Can I just say how amazing it is to be in a room with my mother, and I can just talk and talk without her telling me to shut up and make her a drink? Hey, Mom, knock once if you think I should shut up. No? You sure? I mean, I don’t want to embarrass you by making this eulogy into a me-logy, so, seriously, if you wanted me to sit down and let someone else talk, just knock. I will not be offended. No? Your funeral.Sorry about the closed casket, by the way. She wanted an open casket, but uh, you know, she’s dead now, so who cares what she wanted? No, that sounds bad. I’m sorry. I-I think that if she could’ve seen what she looked like dead, she’d agree it’s better this way. She looked like this.[groaning][mourners gasping]Kinda like a pissed-off toy dinosaur. The coroner couldn’t get her eyes closed, so now her face is forever frozen in a mask of tremendous horror and anguish. Or as my mom called it, Tuesday! Tuesday! My mom called it Tuesday.[woman coughs]Hey, Mom, what did you think of that joke? You like that? You never did care for my comedy.[clears throat]Here’s a story. When I was a teenager, I performed a comedy routine for my high school talent show. There was this, uh, cool jacket that I wanted to wear because I thought it would make me look like Albert Brooks. For months, I saved up for this jacket. But when I finally had enough, I went to the store and it was gone. They had just sold it to someone else. So, I went home and I told my mother, and she said, “Let that be a lesson. That’s the good that comes from wanting things.” She was really good at dispensing life lessons that always seemed to circle back to everything being my fault.But then, on the day of the talent show, my mother had a surprise for me. She had bought me the jacket. Even though she didn’t know how to say it, I know this meant that she loved me.Now that’s a good story about my mother. It’s not true, but it’s a good story, right? I stole it from an episode of Maude I saw when I was a kid, where she talks about her father. I remember when I saw it, thinking, “That’s the kind of story I want to tell about my parents when they die.” But I don’t have any stories like that. All I know about being good, I learned from TV. And in TV, flawed characters are constantly showing people they care with these surprising grand gestures. And I think that part of me still believes that’s what love is. But in real life, the big gesture isn’t enough. You need to be consistent, you need to be dependably good. You can’t just screw everything up and then take a boat out into the ocean to save your best friend, or solve a mystery, and fly to Kansas. You need to do it every day, which is so… hard.When you’re a kid, you convince yourself that maybe the grand gesture could be enough, that even though your parents aren’t what you need them to be over and over and over again, at any moment, they might surprise you with something… wonderful. I kept waiting for that, the proof that even though my mother was a hard woman, deep down, she loved me and cared about me and wanted me to know that I made her life a little bit brighter. Even now, I find myself waiting.Hey, Mom, knock once if you love me and care about me and want me to know I made your life a little bit brighter.[owl chirping]My mother did not go gentle into that good night. She went clawing and fighting and thrashing, hence the face.[groaning][mourners gasping]If you’d seen her, I swear to God the only thing you’d be thinking about right now is that I am nailing this impression.[woman clears her throat][chairs squeak]I was in the hospital with her those last moments, and they were truly horrifying, full of nonsencial screams and cries, but there was this moment, this one instant of strange calm, where she looked in my direction and said, “I see you.” That’s the last thing she said to me. “I see you.” Not a statement of judgment or disappointment, just acceptance and the simple recognition of another person in a room. “Hello there. You are a person. And I see you.”Let me tell you, it’s a weird thing to feel at 54 years old, that for the first time in your life your mother sees you. It’s an odd realization that that’s the thing you’ve been missing, the only thing you wanted all along, to be seen. And it doesn’t feel like a relief, to finally be seen. It feels mean, like, “Oh, it turns out that you knew what I wanted, and you waited until the very last moment to give it to me.” I was prepared for more cruelty. I was sure that she would get in one final zinger about how I let her down, and about how I was fat and stupid and too tall to be an effective Lindy-hopper. How I was needy and a burden and an embarrassment—all that I was ready for. I was not ready for “I see you.” Only my mother would be lousy enough to swipe me with a moment of connection on her way out. But maybe I’m giving her too much credit. Maybe it wasn’t about connection. Maybe it was a… maybe it was an “I see you,” like, uh, “I see you.” Like, “You might have the rest of the world fooled, but I know exactly who you are.” That’s more my mom’s speed.Or maybe she just literally meant “I see you. You are an object that has entered my field of vision.” She was pretty out of it at the end, so maybe it’s dumb to try to attribute it to anything.[woman sighs]Back in the 90s, I was in a very famous TV show called Horsin’ Around.[man coughs]Please hold your applause. And I remember one time, a fan asked me, “Hey, um, you know that episode where the horse has to give Ethan a pep talk after Ethan finds out his crush only asked him to the dance because her friends were having a dorkiest date contest? In all the shots of the horse, you can see a paper coffee cup on the kitchen counter, but in the shots of Ethan, the coffee cup’s missing. Was that because the show was making a statement about the fluctuant subjectivity of memory and how even two people can experience the same moment in entirely different ways?” And I didn’t have the heart to be, like, “No, man, some crew guy just left their coffee cup in the shot.” So instead, I was, like… “Yeah.”And maybe this is like that coffee cup. Maybe we’re dumb to try to pin significance onto every little thing. Maybe when someone says, “I see you,” it just means, “I see you.” Then again, it’s possible she wasn’t even talking to me because, if I’m being honest, she wasn’t really looking at me. She was looking just past me. There was nobody else in the room, so I want to think she was talking to me, but, honestly, she was so far gone at that point, who knows what she was seeing? Who were you talking to, Mom? [sighs] Not saying, huh? Staying mum? No rimshot there? God, whatever I’m paying you, it’s too much.Maybe she saw my dad. My dad died about ten years ago of injuries he sustained during a duel. When your father dies, you ask yourself a lot of questions. Questions like, “Wait, did you say he died in a duel?” and “Who dies in a duel?” The whole thing was so stupid. Dad spent his entire life writing this book, but he couldn’t get any stores to carry it or any newspapers to review it. Finally, I guess this one newspaper thought he was pretty hilarious, because they ran a review and tore him to shreds. So my father, ever the proud Mary, decided he would not stand for this besmirchment of his honor. He claimed the critic didn’t understand what it meant to be a man, so he demanded satisfaction in the form of pistols at dawn. He wrote the paper this letter, saying anyone who didn’t like his book, he would challenge to a duel, anyone in the world. He’d even pay for airfare to San Francisco and a night in a hotel. Well, eventually this found its way to some kook in Montana, who was as batshit as he was and took him up on the offer. They met at Golden Gate Park and agreed: ten paces, then shoot. But in the middle of the ten paces, Dad turned to ask the guy if he’d actually read the book and what he thought, but, not looking where he was going, tripped over an exposed root and bashed his head on a rock.[murmur]I wish I’d known to go to Jack in the Box then. Maybe I could have gotten a free churro. It would’ve been nice to have something to show for being the son of Butterscotch Horseman. My darling mother gave the eulogy. My entire life I never heard her say a kind word to or about my father, but at his funeral she said, “My husband is dead, and everything is worse now.”“My husband is dead, and everything is worse now.” I don’t know why she said that. Maybe she felt like that’s the kind of thing you’re supposed to say at a funeral. Maybe she hoped one day someone would say that about her. “My mother is dead, and everything is worse now.” Or maybe she knew that he had frittered away all her inheritance, and replaced it with crippling debt, which is a pretty shitty thing to leave your widow with. “Bad news, you lost a husband, but don’t worry, you also lost the house!” Maybe Mom knew she’d have to sell all her fancy jewelry and move into a home. Maybe that’s what she meant by “everything is worse now.” Is that what you meant, Mom?I gotta say, I’m really carrying this double act. At least with Penn and Teller, the quiet one does card tricks. Hey, piano man, when I say something funny to my mom, how about you give me one of those rimshots?[rimshot plays]Yeah, but not now. When I say something funny. Like, okay. What’s the difference between my mother and a disruptive expulsion of germs? One’s a coughin’ fit and the other fits a coffin! That’s an example of a funny thing.[rimshot plays]Thank you. Let’s try again. Hey, Mom. What’s the difference between my mother and a bunch of Easter eggs? One gets carried in a basket, the other gets buried in a casket![rimshot plays]Ready for one more? Last one. What’s the difference between a first-year lit major and my mother, Beatrice Horseman? One is decently read, and the other’s a huge bitch![woman gasps][murmurs]Yeah, might have gone a little too far with that one. That one might’ve been a little too “my mom’s a huge bitch” for the room. I’m sorry, Mother. You’re not a huge bitch. You were a huge bitch… and now you’re dead.[woman sighs]You know, the first time I ever performed in front of an audience, it actually was, uh, with my mom. She used to put on these shows with her supper club in the living room and she used to make… [inhales] She used to make me sing “The Lollipop Song.”[organ playing tune]Those parties, they were really something. There were skits and magic acts, and ethnically insensitive vaudeville routines, and the big finale was always a dance my mother did. She had this beautiful dress that she only brought out for these parties, and she did this incredible number. It was so beautiful and sad. Dad hated the parties. He’d lock himself in the study, and bang on the walls for us to keep it down, but he always came out to see Mom dance. He’d linger in the doorway, scotch in hand, and watch in awe, as this cynical, despicable woman he married… took flight. And as a child who was completely terrified of both my parents, I was always aware that this moment of grace, it meant something. We understood each other in a way. Me and my mom and my dad, as screwed up as we all were, we did understand each other. My mother, she knew what it’s like to feel your entire life like you’re drowning, with the exception of these moments, these very rare, brief instances, in which you suddenly remember… you can swim.[flashback][partygoers laughing][classical music playing]But then again, mostly not. Mostly you’re drowning. She understood that, too. And she recognized that I understood it. And Dad. All three of us were drowning, and we didn’t know how to save each other, but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together. And I would like to think that that’s what she meant when we were in the hospital and she said, “I see you.”You know, the weird thing about both your parents being dead is it means that you’re next. I mean, you know, obviously it’s not like there’s a waitlist for dying. Any one of us could get run over by a Snapchatting teen at any moment. And you would think that knowing that would make us more adventurous, and kind, and forgiving. But it makes us small, and stupid, and petty.I actually had a near-death experience recently. A stunt went bad and I fell off a building. I’m an actor, I do my own stunts. I’m on this new show Philbert. I’m Philbert. Star of the show. It hasn’t come out yet, but it’s already getting Emmy buzz. Oh, speaking of buzz… [inhales] I’m supposed to take two of these every morning, but my days are so screwed up ‘cause of the shooting schedule, I don’t even know what morning means anymore. There’s a joke in there somewhere, about a guy who’s been to so many funerals, he doesn’t even know what mourning means anymore. Let you guys figure that one out for yourselves. [gulps]Anyway, you know what I thought, when I was falling off the building and I went into panic mode? The last thing that my stupid brain could come up with before I died? “Won’t they be sorry.” Cool thought, brain.[rimshot plays]No, that wasn’t… would you just… dial it back, all right?I don’t even know what “they” I wanted to be sorry. My mom, even before she died, could barely remember who I was. And of course, my dad’s dead. The last conversation I ever had with him was about his novel. He was so certain this book was his legacy. Maybe he thought it would vindicate him for all the shitty things he ever did in his stupid worthless life. Maybe it did, I don’t know. I never read it, because why would I give him that?I used to be on this TV show called Horsin’ Around. Seriously, though, hold your applause.[man coughs]Well held. It was written by my friend Herb Kazzaz, who’s also dead now, and it starred this little girl named Sarah Lynn. And it was about these orphans. And early on, the network had a note, “Maybe don’t mention they’re orphans so much, because audiences tend to find orphans sad and not relatable.” But I never thought that the orphans were sad. I-I always thought they were lucky, because they could imagine their parents to be anything they wanted. They had something to long for.Anyway, we did this one season finale, where Olivia’s birth mother comes to town. And she was a junkie, but she’s gotten herself cleaned up, and she wants to be in Olivia’s life again. And of course, she’s like a perfect grown-up version of Olivia, and they go to the mall together and get her ears pierced like she’s always wanted and—sorry, spoiler alert for the season six finale of Horsin’ Around, if you’re still working your way through it. Anyway, the horse tries to warn her, “Be careful, moms have a way of letting you down.” But Olivia just thinks the horse is jealous, and when the mom says she’s moving to California, Olivia decides to go with her. And the network really juiced the cliffhanger: “Is Olivia gone for good?” But of course, because it’s a TV show, she was not gone for good. Of course, because it’s a TV show, Olivia’s mother had a relapse and had to go back to rehab, so Olivia had to hitchhike all the way home, getting rides from Mr. T, Alf, and the cast of Stomp. Of course, that’s what happened. Because, what are you gonna do, just not have Olivia on the show? You can’t have happy endings in sitcoms, not really, because, if everyone’s happy, the show would be over, and above all else, the show… has to keep going. There’s always more show. And you can call Horsin’ Around dumb, or bad, or unrealistic, but there is nothing more realistic than that. You never get a happy ending, ‘cause there’s always more show.I guess until there isn’t.[chuckles]My mom would hate it if she knew that I spent so much time at her funeral talking about my old TV show. Or maybe she’d think it was funny that her idiot son couldn’t even do this right. Who knows? She left no instructions for what she wanted me to say. All I know is she wanted an open casket, and her idiot son couldn’t even do that right. I’m not gonna stand up here and pretend I ever understood how to please that woman, even though so much of my life has been wasted in vain attempts to figure it out. But I keep going back to that moment in the ICU when she looked at me, and… “I-C-U.”“I… see… you.” Jesus Christ, we were in the intensive care unit. She was just reading a sign. My mom died and all I got was this free churro.You know the shittiest thing about all of this? Is when that stranger behind the counter gave me that free churro, that small act of kindness showed more compassion than my mother gave me her entire goddamn life. Like, how hard is it to do something nice for a person? This woman at the Jack in the Box didn’t even know me. I’m your son! All I had was you! [inhales]I have this friend. And right around when I first met her, her dad died, and I actually went with her to the funeral. And months later, she told me that she didn’t understand why she was still upset, because she never even liked her father. It made sense to me, because I went through the same thing when my dad died. And I’m going through the same thing now. You know what it’s like? It’s like that show Becker, you know, with Ted Danson? I watched the entire run of that show, hoping that it would get better, and it never did. It had all the right pieces, but it just—it couldn’t put them together. And when it got canceled, I was really bummed out, not because I liked the show, but because I knew it could be so much better, and now it never would be. And that’s what losing a parent is like. It’s like Becker.Suddenly, you realize you’ll never have the good relationship you wanted, and as long as they were alive, even though you’d never admit it, part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you, was still holding on to that chance. And you didn’t even realize it until that chance went away.My mother is dead, and everything is worse now, because now I know I will never have a mother who looks at me from across a room and says, “BoJack Horseman, I see you.” But I guess it’s good to know. It’s good to know that there is nobody looking out for me, that there never was, and there never will be. No, it’s good to know that I am the only one that I can depend on. And I know that now and it’s good. It’s good that I know that. So… it’s good my mother is dead.[gulps, sighs]Well. No point beating a dead horse. Beatrice Horseman was born in 1938, and she died in 2018, and I have no idea… what she wanted. Unless she just wanted what we all want… to be seen.Is this Funeral Parlor B?

戴安跟PB离婚后独自到越南疗伤，归来后尽管仍然深感孤独，但在心中原谅了PB…PB在戴安的帮助下也终于意识到自己三次失败的婚姻根源在于对方成长了而他却始终停留原地…PC的过往再现也让大家明白她的彪悍与高自尊源自何处…马男在妈妈葬礼上的大段独白有点意思，说着说着其实也默默原谅他那十恶不赦的亲妈了…总之呢，跟现实生活一样，每个人都有自己反反复复难以摆平的shitty things，意识到这点，坦白承认“I need help”，也许彼此都会好过很多…

前几季人物立住了 这一季终于开始放肆探索讲剧情了 之前总有一种为了丧而丧的嫌疑 看完感觉像一拳打在心上 软绵绵的但是胸闷 一段时间就没什么感觉了 这季打完这拳还会在心里拧几下 而且台词也不再是大段的毒鸡汤说教了 正常真实了很多以前看完只有一种情感就是同情马男——他也没办法吧这样想 这季是真的为之生气 尤其是他们跟记者解释掐人事件时马男为了自己心里舒坦非要说出真相 马男活得痛苦就理所当然地脆弱发疯不承担责任 可是还有比他活得更艰难的人 他们在不得不坚强活着承受自己的痛苦的同时还要无端端地再加上 因为马男的任性所带来的 本不用承担的痛苦 而且他们甚至没有资本去使用酒精毒品来逃避 即便如此 正因为他们遭受了更多的苦难所以他们又都知道马男也不是故意的 就像我前几季感受到的 他们知道对于马男这个人来说 他做出这样的事也是没办法的结果 马男没办法不这样 于是他们包括我虽然又气又恨 可还是怪罪不了他 不过我产生这样的感受也可能是等第五季期间看事物的角度变化了 之前也有只是我没感受到最让人震惊的是花生酱和黛安居然已经结婚十年了 原来马男的世界里时间活得这么快 轰隆隆 人生几十年就这么过去了 看那些人物谈到的记得的对于他们人生有着影响的事也就那么几件 连起来不过是几季电视剧 时间一直在给我们机会 重新站起来的机会 只是我们从来没成功过罢了 I have never been at the top of the world ever since.最后黛安送马男去戒毒所 这是第一次季终是带有希望的结局吧 马男加油哇 黛安加油哇另外看到有人说这季前面不错后面一般 其实我倒觉得每一集都各有特点 越看到后面越觉得叙事方式多变新奇到这个程度 太牛逼了吧！

而且片头片尾都好用心 配乐太好听了 希望能出原声带！

给凯瑟琳公主一个温暖的约会对象我个人的马男第五季。

为什么要一直约会食草动物，吃肉多香！

第六季回来补充：所有的事最后都会好的，如果没有变好，那么还没到最后。

因为这是你心之所往，只要有方向，就能无往不至。

老虎有老虎的好，老虎是你想成为的楷模，人生中少不了楷模的激励。

但最后你并不是为了成为老虎，你也无法成为老虎，你只能成为你自己，并感谢老虎曾经教会了你一点儿什么，这才有了今天的你。

现在看来这个小画儿对我的个人生活也寓意极深。

我也没有约会猫科动物，而是嫁给了小白兔。

E06 In all the shots of the horse, you can see a paper coffee cup on the kitchen counter, but in the shots of Ethan, the coffee cup is missing. Was that because the show was making a statement about the fluctuant subjectivity of memory and how even two people can experience the same moment in entirely different ways? And I didn't have the heart to be, like, "No, man, some crew guy just left their coffee cup in the shot." And maybe this is like that coffee cup, maybe we're dumb to try to pin significance onto every little thing. My mother,she knew what it's like to feel your entire life like you're drowning with the exception of these moments, these very rare, brief instances, in which you suddenly remember you can swim. Mostly not, mostly you're drowning, she understood that too, and she recognized that I understood it, and dad. All three of us were drowning and we didn't know how to save each other, but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together. It had all the right pieces, but it just couldn't put them together. And when it got cancelled I was really bummed out, not because I liked the show, but because I knew it could be so much better, and now it never would be, and that's what losing a parent is like. Suddenly, you realize you'll never have the good relationship you wanted and as long as they were alive, even though you'd never admit it, part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you, was still holding on to that chance. And you didn't even realize it until that chance went away. "My mother is dead and everything is worse now." Because now I know, I will never have a mother who looks at me from across the room and says "BoJack Horseman, I see you." But I guess it's good to know, it's good to know that there is nobody looking out for me, that there never was and there never will be, so it's good to know that I am the only one that I can depend on. And I know that now and it's good, it's good that I know that, so it's good my mother's dead.

看来前五集本来觉得这一季有点走低，还在想bojack怎么变得不愤世嫉俗了。

第六集看得我泪流满面，这还是我熟悉的那个神剧！

每次这部剧里有关原生家庭的描写都能引起我很大触动，可能我跟bojack一样，都是在原生家庭中被伤害过的小孩。

第六集整一集都是马男在母亲葬礼上的eulogy。

马男的妈妈是个刻薄冷漠又神经质的人，对小bojack从来的都是打击嘲讽，所以长大后的他才这么愤世嫉俗，没有责任感，敏感又痛苦。

Bojack人生中一个很大的课题就是想得到母亲的认可，就算在致悼词的时候他还在耿耿于怀母亲最后说的“I see you”是什么意思。

从没被看见过的小孩终其一生都在等待着被看见。

可惜的是母亲不会因为他的渴望而改变，最后等待他的还是失望。

最痛苦的是母亲已经去世了，连这点等待的希望也终于破灭。

冷酷的世界就这样告诉他，算了吧，你的父母不可能认可你赞许你，我想这可能是最悲哀最伤感的事之一了。

但是我最受触动的是Bojack回忆母亲跳舞的那一段话。

Bojack的母亲会定期跟朋友们聚会，聚会的结尾她总会跳一段舞。

这个时候平时总是酗酒暴躁的父亲也会停止抱怨，静静的看着妻子舞蹈，小Bojack也忘了对双亲的畏惧，感受着这一点“从溺水的生活中透气”的时光。

舞蹈结束，生活恢复原来的样子，依然充斥着酒精和争吵，仿佛这一点心灵相通的瞬间从来没存在过。

家人在一起就是互相伤害。

我想这是比“父母从来没看到过你”更痛苦的事。

明明是因为爱在一起，明明心中仍有爱，但是我们却因为曾经受到过的贬斥和伤害把自己层层包裹起来，为了保护自己，同样用伤害回击给别人。

家庭成了互相投射心灵最黑暗的负面情绪的场所，只有在忘了自我保护的时候，才散发出这一点点爱，就像砂砾中的金子一样，支撑着人继续忍受日复一日的痛苦。

每个被原生家庭伤害过的小孩可能都问过自己，“我爱我的父母吗？

”。

可能我们对父母的感情并没有那么纯粹，是一种复杂的多也深沉的多的情感。

我的爸爸跟Bojack的爸爸有些地方有点像。

他曾经离开了很稳定的事业单位的工作去做一个更自由的创作者。

不过我从来没看过他的作品，他似乎也不是很在意家人的评价。

我还能记得我小的时候拿他的书玩，他很不耐烦的呵斥我的样子。

写错了一个字被他骂“完蛋”的样子。

他也喜欢旅游，很早就走过国内的很多地方，但是他并不喜欢跟别人一起走，只喜欢自己出去玩。

我有时候觉得家人的存在对他也许是种拖累，他本来可以当个更自由更快乐的人。

也许是生活和家庭都不如意，他也有酒精方面的问题。

有一次喝多了朝我扔一个很重的挂饰，差点砸到我。

现在每次想到这个场景我都抑制不住的痛苦愤怒。

但是我又永远记得我小时候刚上学的时候不会削铅笔，他就每次都削好十只给我带着，他的手指头很粗，削铅笔的时候却特别灵活，削好的铅笔头又长又细。

我也还记得他带我到书店买凡尔纳全集，一边买一边得意的说：这套书很好看，你一定喜欢看。

我写的东西，画的东西就算很糟糕他看到了都会很惊喜的夸我几句。

我小的时候对他有很多怨言，总觉得他无视我的想法（就像很多中式家庭的家长一样）。

长大之后稍微理解了他，他也有他自己糟糕复杂的原生家庭，虽然他从来不跟我说（可能觉得我的意见不重要，我毕竟永远是个“小孩”）。

没人教过他怎么处理情绪，怎么表达爱，所以他只好像绝大多数代代相传的中国家庭传统那样，用挑剔，控制，打压表达爱。

虽然在一定程度上理解了他，但是我依然没法表达我自己的爱。

想要表达的时候，总会想起我灰暗焦虑的童年，像一只战战兢兢的小兽，不知道什么时候就会被骂，只好蜷缩自己缩小存在感。

又有时候跟父母展示自己，想要像Bojack一样被看到，但是得到的打击远远多过肯定。

时时刻刻处在畏惧和恐惧之下。

每当我想跟父母和解，对他们说些好话的时候，这个受伤的小兽就会提醒我它的存在，让我觉得和解就是对不起那个曾经承受过这么多痛苦的自己。

所以我也继承了这个家庭里代际间的创伤，学会了说伤人的话，把爱包裹在层层的自我保护之下，用一种扭曲的方式表达出来。

但是也有爱闪耀的时刻，就像Bojack妈妈跳舞的时候那样。

春天花开的时候，我们家总要一起去公园赏花，走在耀眼阳光下，缤纷花丛间，我爸妈仿佛也忘了相互之间的陈年旧恨，就像一对恩爱多年的夫妇那样，互相拍照，聊天，调笑，欣赏美景。

我给他们照相，三个人一起大笑。

这是我记忆里为数不多的鲜明的记忆。

在那一刻在我们之间，没有伤害和痛苦，只有纯粹的爱意在流动。

每次想起这样的瞬间我都觉得温暖，就算游玩之后回家他们之间还是会因为做饭之类的事大吵一架，搞得好几天不跟对方说话。

也许爱的力量太强大了，抵得过许多次伤害，就因为这样闪耀的瞬间，让我可以继续在接下来灰暗的日子里默默忍受，直到现在。

我想这也许就是人生的意义之一，感受爱，给出爱。

但这也是最难的课题之一。

也许只有最勇敢的人才能宽恕，宽恕曾经伤害自己的人，无视可能会受到的更大的伤害，无惧的表达出最真实的感觉，对我们在意的人说出“我爱你”。

所幸的是我父母还身体健康，我还有机会继续修习这门课直到毕业。

希望有一天我能对我的父母说：我能看到你，我爱你。

到那时候我内心受伤的小兽应该就已经不会继续悲伤了吧。

我不是个苛责的人，但是这一季有些许失望。

人物间联系的紧密性和关联性都降低了，而且还是在探讨一些前几季的老梗，缺乏那种感动和纠结。

波杰克，我们已经陪伴他很久，我觉得他应该学会担当和改变，没人会对一个死不悔改的渣男有太多的耐心。

相比于过去总能截图作为金句保存的前几季，这一季有点小失望。

纠结了许久，给3星，期待提高。