乌鸦

看到双立人牌的切肉大吊索，第一反应是。。。。。

谁有那么多的钞票来采购cosplay用的钢和齿轮？？

淘宝打折后也很贵的好伐，还有其他的虐人道具。

按照现代的侦破逻辑，应该从凶器入手调查，而且那个误导Poe的morris水手，很明显不是凶手，他不具备凶手的条件如下：从杀死评论家那段开始：1.必须文艺青年：scene一开头就表示过，酒吧里有的是水手，但是没人在意他作品，且不关心他的状况。

凶手是Poe的死忠粉（熟读作品，清理掉Poe的“敌人”）。

2.当地常住户口认得emilley,熟悉他和她的关系，然后设局让Poe入套3.身边人很了解他正在低谷期有两种人群熟悉他的状况：朋友（他没有朋友）和工作关系内的人（老板和铅字工人）。

4.心机重不露神色消费杀人道具（有稳定的收入）。

5.DIY能力强迷恋机械，懂工业设计到制作道具。

6.没自信杀害妇孺，体格强壮还借助道具虐人，不尊重dead body，表示施虐者性格极度自卑（长相差、社会低级别，收入不高、）极度无能（raping犯的性格），需要在低反抗力的人上表现自己的存在感。

(类似福尔摩斯的天敌大反派——M博士的为人，英剧新版里设定为猥琐的矮子——生理残) 到了这里，一个在生活中因为（生理or相貌or地位）造成的极度自卑的，给人毫无存在感的，时常能见到Poe的文艺青年兼机械大力男，应该能圈出他的face了。。。。。。

影片整个节奏很紧张，这种毫不拖沓的紧凑感让我在看了几部MV国产片后感动得涕泪横流。

编剧大方向写得不错，模仿小说情节的连环凶杀案这种设定本身就充满了看点，然而编剧显然没有想好怎么给凶手一个好的作案动机，导致最后的真相看起来有点突兀和仓促，充满了随意性和为意外而意外的做作。

这使得在观影过程中无数次猜测凶手是谁的我感到有点坑爹，我甚至还想过庸俗地想过凶手可能是爱伦坡的另一人格，但真相的揭示显得比这庸俗的猜测坑爹多了，或者说潦草无厘头得多。

整个推理的过程基本用来还原爱伦坡的小说了，没有什么特别的亮点但也算中规中矩。

电影的画面很不错，配合主题有种非常湿冷阴郁的感觉，主角们的服装也很美。

女主长得挺漂亮的，好像是《黑衣人3》里面年轻的O探员？

总的来说，算是部在水准之内的影片，可以看一看。

PS：电影开头的配乐很像《盗梦空间》；以及钟摆斧杀人的画面，实在太像《电锯惊魂》了。

最后那段诗我很喜欢：“这一吻印在你的额头，值此与你分离的时刻，且让我对你直言：你说得不错，我的一生只是一个梦；一切我们的所见所闻，只是一个梦中梦。

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《The Raven》，推荐电影。

我的记忆中爱伦·坡这个名字最早在《岛上书店》里出现过，当然啦，一共就就出现过两次，上次和这次。

上次是以一个诗人的角色出现的，那本爱伦·坡的《帖木儿》是书中主角A.J.最值钱的家当，最后也是靠卖掉这本书和死神争取了与妻女在一起的时光。

这次呢，爱伦·坡是作为一个推理小说家的身份出现的，自己与自己的小说同时演绎。

一个神秘人模仿他小说中的手法来杀人，通过警方引导他参与其中，为了击败这个“自傲的名人”绑架他的女友，逼迫他写下自己的结局，一命换一命。

当然历史中爱伦·坡的死是个未解之谜。

因为对爱伦·坡了解很少，电影很多地方看的一知半解，不做评论了，写在这里做个纪念，有机会了解这位伟大诗人和推理小说家后再来温习。

ps：The Raven一词来源于爱伦·坡的同名诗，电影中提到一句——Quoth the Raven,Nevermore。

男主约翰·库萨克演了不少心理悬疑片，例如《致命ID》。

我有爱伦坡的书，电影凶手将几个故事演绎出来，对于爱伦坡他们破案没帮助啊。。

全靠后面那个小纸条逆袭了，剧本不严谨。。

最后一个大BUG，爱伦坡抱着艾米丽，怎会后面一人到了花园，难道他把艾米丽甩到地上等救护，自己一人走了。

他如果抱着艾米丽一起等，不可能不被救助啊，更何况他本来就想找菲尔说凶手姓氏，干嘛饭吃多了，一人跑到花园。。。

剧情剪切造成有些不连贯，看完电影专门查了下爱伦.坡，一生悲剧加悲剧，善恶分明特立独行也让很多人不理解，恐怕正因为这种不被世俗所左右的独立思想才使得他开创了影响至今的推理小说模式。

估计拍这部虚构情节的电影是为了吸引人们去了解他吧。

剧透吐槽，我相信这种电影就是用开吐槽的。

1、十九世纪造那么个家伙杀人成本实在是高啊，凶手是富翁。

使用这么大的凶器杀人都不能作为破案线索，编剧无法无天。

2、女主角被掳走那个情节最让人无法接受了，爱伦跟自己心爱的女子跳舞，来了一匹大马在警察和大人物的双重包围下轻松闯进大厅，轻松地把爱伦跟情人分开，不但分开还瞬间消失，只能说作案人是超人，爱伦是白痴竟然在大马面前不保护自己的爱人，其实我想说的是编剧无法无天。

3、那段剧院水手排查一点也不悬，一开头就给出凶手的剪影，能看出是个瘦子，那一堆水手一个比一个肥；4、那个反面竟然还是个武林高手，躲过了警察的射击还从那么高的屋檐跳下一刀就封了那警察的喉，看来警察是个木头人。

并且这个一死一伤的地方竟然没有任何存在的意义，好像是凶手骗他们来这里只是为了杀个警察玩玩；5、最扯淡的就是一个制造悬案的高手竟然会用淋湿了的纸条（仅这一条来破案编剧实在无法无天），“主动投案”，爱伦和侦探大人基本无能了；6、爱伦写的结尾明明是要一命换一命，爱伦竟然将自己写死也就算了，结果有出入的是报社老板无辜送命，为何送命没有交代，编剧大人糊涂啊；7、报社竟然有个秘密地下室，就目前看这个密室就一个出口，这也是逻辑不通的地方，凶手一边是报社员工要工作，一边还要杀人，一边监视女主角，而且报社怎么说上夜班的人是有的吧，这么来看凶手是超人，另一个“安迪”，可以考虑续集拍成《爱国者报报社的救赎》。

8、最后爱伦蹬翻桌子，桌子上的灯没有坏掉，这哥们又提着那盏神灯下密室；9、凶手没看到爱伦死翘翘就离去，那么被抓时他不应该有啥好惊的，再次说明凶手是“自首”。

由于编剧的无法无天，恨透了那些大侦探福尔摩斯，于是制造了这么一个印刷工，这个印刷工还是富翁，练家子，用毒高手，小说家，实践者。

有哥特式风格的悬疑侦破片，借用了名人爱伦·坡的名字，看上去还真像那么回事，情节很紧凑，台词也设计有趣，引用了许多的诗句，搭配的效果还不错。。。

爱丽丝·伊芙的美有些让人惊艳，卢克·伊万斯饰演的警探则让人印象深刻，头脑清醒、思维敏捷、性格坚强，表演很精彩，可以期待一下他在《霍比特人》中的表演了。。。

THE RAVENby Edgar Allan Poe (1845)Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door-Only this, and nothing more.”Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrowFrom my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-Nameless here for evermore.And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,“‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-This it is, and nothing more.”Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,That I scarce was sure I heard you”- here I opened wide the door;-Darkness there, and nothing more.Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!”This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”-Merely this, and nothing more.Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice:Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-‘Tis the wind and nothing more.”Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-Perched, and sat, and nothing more.Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;For we cannot help agreeing that no living human beingEver yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,With such name as “Nevermore.”But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke onlyThat one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-Till I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have flown before-On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store,Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful DisasterFollowed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden boreOf ‘Never- nevermore’.”But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linkingFancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yoreMeant in croaking “Nevermore.”This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressingTo the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease recliningOn the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o’er,But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er,She shall press, ah, nevermore!Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censerSwung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee- by these angels hehath sent theeRespite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!”Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”“Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend,” I shrieked, upstarting-“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off mydoor!”Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sittingOn the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on thefloor;And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floorShall be lifted- nevermore!

对影片本身不做过多评论，故事的主角可以是“真相只有一个”的柯南，也可以是凶杀案如影随形的金田一一，又或者是阿婆也可以；但如果POE的恐怖故事只是为了说明人的邪恶（如IVAN所说）或是为了满足读者对于血腥的渴望（如影片中所理解），那么POE一定是让人失望的。

POE对于人类和工业社会的反思，早已跨越了他的时代，甚至是我们的时代，在许多POE的恐怖小说里，出现最多的就是 “使用最理智的手段干着最神经错乱的事情” 疯狂和错乱被理智和科学所覆盖，人类最终走向自己为自己挖掘的坟墓，没有希望，更没有救赎。

影片里最喜欢的是POE临死前写给EMILY的诗，如下：Take this kiss upon thy brow,And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me anow,You are not wrong,Who deem that my days have been a dream,All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.在POE的世界里ALL WHAT WE SEE IS BUT A DREAM, NOTHING MORE!看到a dream within a dream的时候总是想起《盗梦空间》；莫非也是受POE的启发？

YES！

又有推理电影看了，虽说是关于爱伦坡的乌鸦，但里面的爱伦坡诗人的气质还多过侦探的气质，有点平常化，虽说是推理小说的鼻祖，但从综合水平看来，真的无法与神一般存在的福尔摩斯想比啊！

还需多多努力啊！